Chapter 405 The Rain of Tears

“The team from Imperial Capital Star Warriors is invincible! Shield Warrior Wu Yao is almost a god!”

“Defeating the enemy’s general, controlling the core output, how could you not love a Wu Yao like this!?”

“Han Jiangxue is radiant, Song Chunxi is the center of attention, but no one expected that the one truly shining on the World Cup stage would be Shield Warrior Wu Yao!”

“Unstoppable momentum! Showing off his power! Rise! Rise!”

“In this Star Warrior World Cup, China and India encountered each other twice, once in the team competition and once in the individual competition, achieving a record of 2 wins!”

As soon as the competition ended, the media seemed to have already written their news reports and released them immediately.

They probably had two versions prepared, one for victory and one for defeat...

Jiang Xiao’s gaze moved from the phone screen to the TV screen again. Watching the cheering and celebrating quartet, Jiang Xiao felt much better.

Unsurprisingly... just 15 minutes later, Han Jiangxue’s video call popped up.

The MVP of the match was awarded to Wu Yao, who had defeated two enemy generals in a row. She went to participate in the post-match interview, which freed up Han Jiangxue.

On the screen, Han Jiangxue looked slightly worried: “I heard about your draw results and saw your Weibo post.”

Jiang Xiao: “Yeah... congratulations.”

Han Jiangxue didn’t respond to the congratulations and continued to ask: “Is it a personal grudge?”

Jiang Xiao was silent for a long time and said, “I don’t want to escalate this to a national level, so this is a personal grudge.”

If Jiang Xiao lost this match after posting that Weibo, he might be criticized so harshly that he would never be able to recover.

However, Han Jiangxue was not worried about the external disturbances; she was only concerned about Jiang Xiao’s personal safety: “Be sure to thoroughly research your opponent. Turn off your phone later and discuss tactics with Teacher Fang properly.

Xiao Pi... um, Jiang Xiao, you can say whatever you want, but on the field, don’t act on impulse or let your emotions get the better of you.”

Listening to Han Jiangxue’s words full of concern, Jiang Xiao felt a warmth in his heart and said, “Don’t worry, I’m very calm. Zhong Ling will also keep me calm.”

“I’ll go to the competition venue to watch you tomorrow,” Han Jiangxue said softly, looking at Jiang Xiao on the screen.

Jiang Xiao, however, said, “No, you should follow the main group and strictly abide by the team’s regulations and discipline. This is just a competition; we will eventually meet in Edo.”

Han Jiangxue was silent for a moment, then nodded gently: “Okay.”

Jiang Xiao hung up the video call and immediately turned off his phone. Fang Xingyun, looking travel-worn, walked in and said, “I’ve already contacted the team management and asked them to appeal to the competition organizers.”

Jiang Xiao was stunned for a moment and asked, “Appeal about what?”

Fang Xingyun looked displeased: “Appeal about your opponent.”

Jiang Xiao frowned slightly and said, “Teacher, I want to fight her. I really want to.”

“No, you didn’t understand what I meant.” Fang Xingyun shook his head. “Not just this round, but including the previous two rounds, your opponents each time have been national team captains, almost all the strongest players in their respective countries. What are the odds of that?”

Jiang Xiao thought for a moment and said, “There are 113 countries and regions, 113 captains, so the probability of drawing one isn’t low. Especially as the number of rounds increases, and the number of people is halved each time, the strong ones are more likely to stay and advance to the next round, so the probability of encountering them is even higher.”

Fang Xingyun: “Captains are also divided by country. Is the captain of Great Britain the same as the captain of Gabon? Look at the people you’ve encountered, they’re all captains from major countries!”

In fact, Jiang Xiao believed that if someone were rigging the matches, it should be Hou Mingming who was getting the preferential treatment.

At least for the first two rounds, there was no need to target Jiang Xiao, an unpromising support player.

In the eyes of the world, any random student could easily eliminate Jiang Xiao without any effort.

Of course, if he continued to encounter captains from major countries from the third round onwards, that would be very interesting.

There were no deaths in the second round of the individual competition, so there was one bye in the third round. This bye went to a BRICS country in southern Africa, and people didn’t react strongly, only envying and being jealous of the BRICS country’s luck.

Jiang Xiao didn’t say anything more and looked at Fang Xingyun, saying, “Teacher, let’s study the tactics.”

Fang Xingyun nodded, took out the rolled-up document from his bag, stepped forward, and sat down beside Jiang Xiao: “Anwar’s personal combat system is very effective against skill-based styles. Due to her personal experience, although she is the Maple Leaf captain, her Star Techniques are all from the United States...”

Jiang Xiao took the information and carefully observed the opponent’s Star Techniques.

As expected, a set of attribute-enhancing Star Techniques, and a series of crazy and reckless shield warrior Star Techniques.

The world believed that overwhelming power could overcome all skills, and the world also believed that Jiang Xiao was a close-combat great support in disguise.

Jiang Xiao’s Blink Star Technique was rare in the world, but different people had different combat styles.

People were shocked to find that this support player used Blink in most situations to enter the battlefield and fight face-to-face, rather than staying away from the battlefield and fleeing in embarrassment...

In Jiang Xiao’s previous two matches, he relied on close-combat swordsmanship against the Indian War God and combined martial arts against the British Dharma God, so the label of close-combat had already been attached to Jiang Xiao.

But in fact, if Jiang Xiao wanted to, he could use very disgusting tactics.

…

June 5th, Sunny.

Busan, South Korea, Busan University Stadium.

Jiang Xiao and Fang Xingyun sat by the field preparing. He was scheduled for the second match, which was also his first time coming to South Korea to participate in a competition.

Accompanied by the exclamations of the audience, the two contestants on the field were fighting fiercely.

This match was exciting enough, at least in the hearts of the local audience. Its importance was much higher than the second match.

Why?

Because there was a local participant in the first match.

“Hurrah~ Kimchi! Kimchi!!”

“Victory! Haha! Victory!!”

“Kimchi Republic! Kimchi Republic!”

Local language was heard in the audience. The host country’s contestant, South Korea, won a hard-fought victory, which brought thunderous applause from the audience.

It was already the third round of the competition, and all the contestants who remained were famous and powerful, so the excitement of the competition was imaginable.

But apart from the local audience, the second match was the one that truly attracted the world’s attention.

China’s Poisonous Milk versus Maple Leaf’s Shield God!

As the South Korean local contestant was being interviewed on the sidelines, Jiang Xiao stood up, walked along the track, lifting his knees and legs, trying to relax his body as much as possible.

In the waiting area on the other side, the huge Anwar also stood up, the diamond earrings on her ears shining in the sunlight.

While doing stretching exercises, her eyes were fixed on Jiang Xiao in the distance. Her tongue gently licked her thick lips, just like she licked the blood in the previous match.

It seemed that in her heart, she was already tasting Jiang Xiao’s blood and the taste of victory.

Jiang Xiao turned around and walked back, continuing to move his wrist joints, and felt the other party’s gaze. He looked up, and the two made eye contact.

Inevitably, Jiang Xiao remembered her interview footage from yesterday. Under pressure from the competition organizers, she finally publicly apologized a day after the match.

“I apologize for my reckless behavior. That was an unnecessary follow-up action, and I regret it.”

“The Chinese players are very strong. I won a hard-fought victory, and my emotions were too excited. I wanted to celebrate this hard-won victory.”

“Those who know me know that I sometimes lose control in combat.

Here, I want to apologize to my teammates. I hurt him even more during the team competition. Although he generously forgave me, I should apologize to him again.”

“Fighting against China in a row? Oh, that sounds exciting. Haha, I think it will be a tough battle again, won’t it?”

“Personal grudges? Haha, that sounds interesting. That kid really surprised everyone, but I want to say that maybe the players from India and Britain weren’t as strong as we thought.”

“Haha, I like people who talk big and talk trash. I also like arrogant opponents. I’m an arrogant person myself. That’s my personality. Let’s wait and see.”

“Um, of course, of course! After this match, I won’t do anything that hurts their feelings again.”

A series of sarcastic interview footage appeared in Jiang Xiao’s mind. Jiang Xiao had put aside the fierce feedback and comments from the outside world.

Fate is a wonderful thing, fighting against China in a row, and her opponent is himself.

Old-fashioned revenge dramas are always enduring. Although they are cliché, they can always arouse people’s interest.

Not only for the audience but also for Jiang Xiao himself.

Compared with the previous battles, Jiang Xiao was more interested in this match.

“Beep beep! Players enter!” the referee’s whistle sounded, shouting loudly.

Jiang Xiao was about to step forward with his giant blade when Fang Xingyun grabbed his arm.

Jiang Xiao: “Hmm?”

Fang Xingyun put a hand on the back of Jiang Xiao’s head, pressed him to his shoulder, and said softly, “Don’t be brave, you’re still a child, and the future is still long. The World Cup is just a special journey in your life, just a small part.”

“Teacher,” Jiang Xiao whispered.

Fang Xingyun: “What?”

Jiang Xiao: “You want to find the glory of your fourth-place finish in the World Cup. You can treat me as your child, I can’t control that. But before that, I’m a Chinese national team member, I’m a Star Warrior born to fight.”

Fang Xingyun’s body trembled slightly, and his hand loosened slightly.

Jiang Xiao raised his head, holding the knife, and stepped back towards the arena.

His eyes stared straight at Fang Xingyun: “You endured criticism and wrote me a letter of recommendation, not for me to come here to admit defeat, right?”

Fang Xingyun bit his lip, his face changing for a while, until Jiang Xiao retreated to the plastic track, turned around and strode towards the green field, Fang Xingyun suddenly shook his head and smiled.

The two players entered the arena. Jiang Xiao, as the second player, was assigned to the west half of the field.

In the east half of the field in the distance, Anwar rotated her wrist, pinched the muscle of her explosive arm with one hand, looked at Jiang Xiao in the distance with a smile, and shouted loudly: “There are still five minutes, don’t you want to say something?”

Jiang Xiao shook his head and said, “You say it, I’m listening.”

Anwar stretched lazily, her huge body unfolded, and the lines of her muscles could not be concealed even by wearing the national team uniform. She said lazily, “It feels like bullying a child.”

Jiang Xiao stared at her silently without responding.

Anwar felt bored and said a few more words to attack Jiang Xiao, but wisely did not discuss the previous match with Xin Ai’an.

“There’s still...” Anwar looked up at the scoreboard, “30 seconds left, the last chance to speak?”

Swish...

A Big Dipper Star Chart suddenly bloomed on Jiang Xiao’s body.

A piece of gold and silver shone with platinum.

For the first time, the world saw this extremely special Big Dipper Star Chart!

And the meaning behind it, people seemed to be able to guess a general idea...

The Bright Star Chart represents a small increase in the casting speed of Star Techniques and a small increase in the effectiveness of Star Techniques.

“Beep beep! Beep beep!” The referee’s whistle sounded, “The game begins!”

Whoosh... The sky over Busan, which was originally clear, suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

Anwar rushed to the front left, dodging while punching out.

The fist shadow was like an air cannon, nearly transparent star power crossed the half-court and bombarded!

Jiang Xiao’s body also tilted. The air cannon passed through the green field and directly hit the iron cage at the bottom line in the distance. Bursts of explosions sounded, and the iron cage was directly blown out of a big hole.

Rumble!

Different from the sound of the air cannon, this thunder came from the sky.

The sky quickly darkened as if the end of the world was coming.

The next moment, accompanied by lightning tearing through the night sky, fine rain fell rapidly.

In the Imperial Capital Star Warrior cafeteria, a buzz of discussion rang out:

“What’s going on? Why isn’t Little Poisonous Milk using Silence?”

“Yeah? Control! The advantage is control! Why not Silence? Even if he doesn’t use Silence, he has to top it off with the blessing skill!”

“Why is it raining directly?”

“Is he going to fight a war of attrition?”

“You have to know that the effect of Tearful Sorrow is not only to burn the enemy’s life, but a greater effect is to reduce the enemy’s emotions...”

Xia Yan, who truly possessed tear rain Star Techniques and had tried Tearful Sorrow, suddenly said, “The vitality of Star River Stage Star Warriors is terrifyingly strong. If there is no mental support Star Technique as a soothing means, the first to collapse must be the spirit before the vitality is exhausted.”

Xia Yan couldn’t help but shudder, recalling the tear rain in the Tearful Sorrow Forest in Amoy City, the heavy rain of Tearful Sorrow that fell on her body.

Jiang Xiao wasn’t joking, this was really a way to resolve personal grudges...

He didn’t Silence, didn’t bless, didn’t control, didn’t fight in close combat.

In this way, this match... he didn’t think about a quick victory.