Raising Flags for the Opponent

A moment later, the referee's voice rang out.

"Murong Qing landed first, and Dong Hanwen of Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club wins the first round!"

After the silence came thunderous cheers and regretful sighs.

Amidst the clamor, the two fighters separated. Murong Qing glanced at Dong Hanwen, whose chest had been pierced by her final Sword-Ray, the spurting blood freezing into icicles on his back.

If this were a life-or-death duel, Dong Hanwen would definitely be the one to die. His injuries were far more severe than Murong Qing's, leaving him with no ability to continue fighting, while Murong Qing still retained at least 50% of his power.

But this was a ring duel, and the first one to land lost. Regardless of the severity of the injury, the match ended the moment Murong Qing landed.

"It was your desire to win that overwhelmed me; I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

Murong Qing asked herself honestly, perhaps because she had seen too many big scenes with Si Ming, she lacked the kind of determination to win the league championship, at least not as much as Dong Hanwen, who was willing to risk his life to win the championship.

"Ahem... I accept this praise, ahem... This is a battle I can be proud of."

With each cough from Dong Hanwen, blood-tinged snowflakes drifted out. He seemed to want to say something, but his teammates rushed over and grabbed him for treatment, fearing any potential complications.

Murong Qing shook her head, walked back to the contestants' waiting area, bowed to the crowd, and said, "I'm sorry, I lost. It's all my fault." She didn't try to defend herself.

Si Ming, "The competition is not over yet, it's too early to discuss responsibility."

Hu Jixian frowned and said, "But this means we have to win a doubles match, and we also need to take into account the possibility that the opponent will send their core players to participate in the doubles match. Perhaps we need to adjust our original plan..."

"No need, I'll win it back."

Liu Qingqing said calmly.

Si Shuiyun added, "That's right, as long as we win back, everything will be back on track."

Chapter 794 Reverse Flag Erection

"Tsk, I've been tricked again."

When Hu Jixian saw that Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club had sent out Jiu Namo and Ye Wangduan on the arena, a core player and a main force respectively, he couldn't help but frown.

"I should have realized this sooner. Others might not be able to see Si Ming's true strength, thinking he's just a martial artist with Spirit Transformation level combat power. But the Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club has a Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, Dong Hanwen, who can naturally estimate Si Ming's terrifying power and knows that he will undoubtedly lose against Si Ming. Therefore, they will try their best to avoid wasting their core combat power on one-on-one battles... As long as we win two matches first, Xiang Donglai will have many more options in the final round. Although Chen Shimi's Dragon Devil power is very strong, he's a volatile player. It's too dangerous to bet on him. Moreover, Xiang Donglai can also choose the fourth round's two-on-one battle. With my and Ke Chajing's strength..."

Hu Jixian was rapidly analyzing the pros and cons, as well as various countermeasures, when he was suddenly slapped on the head, his train of thought abruptly interrupted. He turned his head in displeasure and saw Ke Chajing.

"Hey, it's only one game lost, what's the panic? You're the brains of our team, if even you panic, what about the rest of us?"

"Precisely because I am the brains, I need to work even harder to think, analyze intelligence, and deduce tactics. It is my responsibility that I failed to anticipate the enemy's troop deployment."

"But you're overthinking it. I can tell just by looking at your face. Losing the first round is fine; at least the opponent has lost their strongest ace. Now we need to think about how to win three out of four rounds. No, considering that Si Ming's round is a sure win, we only need to win two out of three. See? Thinking about it this way, isn't it just a normal start to a match? Besides, our overall strength is still superior. The ones who should be worried are the opponents. We're the ones with the advantage. We need to learn to be calm."

"But the second game has already started, and we don't have time to adjust. If..."

"So you're overthinking it. Now that the second round has started, there's no point in thinking about it anymore. What we should do most right now is trust our teammates. Trust is a powerful force." Ke Chajing patted the other person on the shoulder and said sincerely and happily.

Hu Jixian moment, then sighed, shook his head, and said in a helpless tone, "How did it suddenly turn into a shonen manga? Whether your idealistic viewpoint is useful or not is another matter. Our opponents aren't the kind of villains with internal conflicts. In terms of mutual trust, they might be more steadfast than we are. Besides, with Si Ming, we seem like the Si Ming. Challenging the strong with weak bodies, relying on courage and trust to defeat an invincible demon king—aren't the Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club the real protagonists?"

"Hey, hey, hey, whose side are you on? Come back here right now! We are the embodiment of love and justice!" Ke Chajing patted Hu Jixian the back in dissatisfaction.

Hu Jixian, having taken the first slap, felt the power of trust and quickly dodged the next slap. He then said, "But you're not wrong. The second round has already started, and thinking about this is useless. Besides, Liu Qingqing and Si Shuiyun are quite strong. They still have a good chance of winning against Jiu Namo and Ye Wangduan. As long as they win this round, the Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club's plan will fail. In the end, our margin for error is much greater than theirs. We can lose two rounds in a row, but they can't even afford to lose one."

Seeing that the two had finished showing off their affection, Si Ming interjected, "Actually, the president is right. We are the embodiment of love and justice. Heavenly Black Martial Arts Club won the championship last year, and I think it was the year before that too. This kind of consecutive championship-winning team is definitely the villain's setup. Moreover, I even taught Qingqing a sure-fire winning technique."

What's the foolproof method?

Everyone was very curious, secretly wondering if it was a forbidden technique that could unleash combat power, but there was no time to learn it at the last minute.

Si Ming stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said leisurely, "Naturally, it's about forcibly planting a flag for the opponent."

I heard you have a girlfriend?

Jiu Namo was startled by Liu Qingqing's sudden question, surprised by how weak her aura was and puzzled by the question itself.

What's going on? Could it be that he's taken a liking to me?

Hmm... I'm so tall, strong, handsome and robust, it's normal for them to be interested in me. But as a martial artist, I should win fair and square. If they go easy on me because of personal feelings, even if I win, I'll lose face and be ridiculed.

"That's right, I have a girlfriend, and we've already set a wedding date." Jiu Namo could only reluctantly refuse.

Liu Qingqing nodded and said, "That's great, let's go back and get married after this battle."

"Huh?"

"You haven't had enough breakfast yet, have you? You can eat after we finish fighting. Why don't you say 'Destroy this breakfast' to strengthen your resolve?"

"Destroy, destroy this breakfast?" The Barbarian Race- born Jiu Namo said he only knew basic spoken language and didn't understand the profound Huaxia culture.

Liu Qingqing said weakly, "Your defense is like an impregnable fortress; my life is already hanging by a thread."

"The bonus this time is exceptionally generous; after this heist, you can retire from crime."

"You mustn't die! Everyone is waiting for you. You must come back alive!"

"I will tell her for you that you will always love her."

You are now invincible.

A series of inexplicable words left Jiu Namo bewildered. Although he understood every sentence, he had no idea why the other person would say it at this time. Moreover, a chill inexplicably ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but wonder, was this some kind of Curse? Or a form of black magic? Or some kind of Divine Ability like the Slay Immortals Flying Dagger?

"Alright, ignore what the opponent is saying, let's get started!" Ye Wangduan suddenly urged from the side.