After that round of humiliation, neither the Chinese National Team nor Ferom felt like continuing the tour or exchanging pleasantries.
When they arrived at the National Pavilion's Arena, they discovered that Boblin, the captain of the American National Pavilion team, was just as direct. He skipped the small talk and told them to get straight to the fight.
One five-on-five match would decide the winner. Then he turned away to select his teammates.
On the National Team's side, everyone was actually under considerable pressure.
These American bastards might be arrogant, but the record on that board was real. It was ample proof of the American National Pavilion team's strength.
And with Captain Boblin personally leading the team, they would certainly fight at full strength. No wonder they kept winning—they gave every match their all...
"Zhou Sining, want to take this one?" Ai Jiangtu looked at Zhou Sining.
Faced with the powerful United States team, Ai Jiangtu was already itching to join the fight.
But when he remembered Zhou Sining's Level Four Heavenly Flame Funeral, he felt he could keep his own abilities hidden a little longer.
Aoluna had already seen Zhou Sining's domain and Level Four Heavenly Flame Funeral anyway, so the American National Team would surely know about them. They might as well send Zhou Sining out and let Ai Jiangtu keep his cards concealed.
"Sure. You just sit tight, old man." Zhou Sining nodded.
Seeing how relaxed he was, Ai Jiangtu felt reassured. "Then you pick your teammates."
"Whatever. Anyone who wants to can join." Zhou Sining glanced around at everyone.
"I'm in. I can't stand these Americans." Mu Tingying was the first to stand.
Ferom's earlier remark had infuriated her. With Mu Ningxue back on the team as well, she was especially eager to prove herself before