In the oppressive calm, the eve of the decisive battle was finally passed peacefully, but the morning was late. The morning light was completely obscured by layers of dark clouds, and it rained for two hours with a drizzle and a slanting wind. Although the needle thatch grass everywhere in the Dongmo Plain was moistened and straightened, the fresh green was robbed of color by the gray in the sky.

The herald hurried in front of the barracks, informing them of the postponement of the decisive battle. But Quill and Felix waited impatiently in front of the armory, hoping to hold their weapons in their hands as soon as the rain was enough to wipe them brighter.

The postponement of the start of the first battle from 9 o'clock to 10 o'clock was not enough to wait for the annoying drizzle, and the only effect was to make the incoming contestants more anxious and nervous.

When Qi Lang followed the large army of the Mingyu Kingdom to the stands on the east side, he clearly saw that Felix was uneasily wielding the Holy Light Sword in his hand. He looked very nervous, even when he saw his disheveled mother in Mr. Zhulai's carriage, he didn't seem to show such nervousness.

Quill seems to be doing better. Although the repeated action of wiping the sword revealed that he was not in a calm state of mind, at least his gaze was still calm, and his tall body was as calm as a rock, it is estimated that Mr. Zhu Lai's game training in the past few days has achieved initial results, but the murderous aura on his face is still too obvious - he obviously does not think that this will be a communication game full of friendship.

Mr. Zhu Lai came out with the large army of the Luman Empire, and before he walked to the waiting area, he deliberately threw countless flying kisses at the more than 300 beautiful cheerleaders, which caused a series of screams. Seeing the indifferent smile on the corner of Mr. Zhu Lai's mouth, even Qi Lang relaxed—that was the demeanor of a legendary general, an elegant demeanor that could give infinite confidence to his teammates and supporters behind him.

Sure enough, under the gesture of Mr. Zhulai's eyes, Quill and Felix finally regained their composure. They gathered in front of the entrance area, as if they were looking down and discussing something. In Qi Lang's opinion, it should be Mr. Zhu Lai announcing the enemy's plan, and that strategy is estimated to be the result of Mr. Zhu Lai and Major Dodim's discussion, if it is true, Qi Lang can be sure that they will definitely win this game and will definitely beat the three villains of the Otto Empire to the ground!

The group of bystanders from the Dongyi Empire was the third to come to the scene, but they were not the most arrogant participants, because they had been waiting for more than ten minutes before the team of the Otto Empire came out in a majestic manner. The momentum of the more than 2,000 female cheerleaders was good, but it was probably the light rain that affected their performance, so that their shouts and cheers were never uniform, but despite this, the volume was quite amazing. Making noise, that's the biggest role women can play in moments like this.

Surrounded by seven or eight personal guards, Billy Whale Billy slowly walked through the group. Before this, Qi Lang had never seen the true face of that notorious careerist, although there had always been an urge in his heart to rush over and split his filthy head in half with a sword, but at this moment Qi Lang had to suppress any impulsive thoughts, on the contrary, Qi Lang looked at Billy seriously, because he needed to remember that face so that he would not escape from his sword in the future when the real battle took place.

Billy the Whale's Mouth doesn't look the same as the rumor, or at least it's different from what Qi Lang imagined. Qi Lang thought that such a villain should have a devilish face, or he should be like a murderer in the traditional sense of the East, with a green face and fangs, and a face full of flesh.

But Billy is completely different from those portrayals. He was just an ordinary man of thirty-five or sixteen years old, with short blond hair slightly curled, a pale, thin face, like a down-and-out, neurotic artist, and his eye sockets were so deep that when viewed from a distance, it seemed as if his eyes were hidden, and as to whether his eyes were gloomy or ferocious, Qi Lang could not see clearly.

Billy wore a large cloak over his shoulders, with a purple and red background and white checkered in between, as if he had draped the flag of Otto's empire over his body. However, Qi Lang would not let his guard down because of his clown-like dress, because he noticed that underneath the cloak was a chain of armor made of stainless steel. Although Billy did not show up as a member of the team, he did not give up on showing his identity as a warrior, and perhaps he was still waiting for some accidents to happen to his three team members, so that he could show his talents.

Behind Billy, the tall Princess Jenny walked slowly with a smile. With a cold eye, she is almost a female version of Billy Whale's Mouth, except that her face seems to be a little more rosy. That should be the camouflage effect played by rouge, because a conspirator's face should definitely be pale. Of course, this assertion could not be confirmed by Gurf, because the voyeur missed the opportunity to observe Jenny without makeup, and he focused all his attention on the two key areas of the chest and buttocks.

Led by Marcus, the cheerleaders on the Luman side launched a booing offensive. The fat prince had a knack for ventriloquism, and this was when his skills came in handy, and he alone made noise from nearly a hundred people. And the more than 300 fearless palace maids behind Marcus showed amazing talent - there were probably more than a dozen palace maids who could show the superiority of the royal family in size, and they even lifted their skirts and showed their white butts to the opposite side.

Only then did Qi Lang realize the organizer's good intentions in the distribution of camps, thanks to the fact that the Luman Empire and the Otto Empire were divided into two distant regions in the north and south, otherwise, it would not be long before the cheerleaders of the two sides would definitely take the lead in fighting each other, and at that time, even if the entire spiral army was dispatched, it would be difficult to control those crazy women.

In contrast, thanks to the consistent low-key and humility of the Orientals, the camp on the side of the Mingyu Kingdom was much quieter. Although Qi Lang clearly saw the anger in the eyes of Captain Xin and his subordinates, they all controlled their emotions very well. They probably all realized the significance of this competition from King Mihuan, so at least for the time being, they must also maintain a restrained attitude. The real battle will be fought, but not right now, not here.

The countdown to the tournament officially began when the three contestants from the Otto Empire walked to the armory room to claim their weapons. The audience camp on all sides finally quieted down, and even the girls in the cheerleading team stopped their verbal offensive, and they were also preparing for the decisive battle.

And at this moment, the only female cheerleader in the camp of the Mingyu Kingdom couldn't hold back. Princess Mi Rong deliberately avoided Qi Lang in the past few days, on the one hand, she still had some scruples about the beast pet of the Kimchi Prince, and on the other hand, she was also very worried that she would say something inappropriate under such a nervous mood, which would affect Qi Lang's preparations. But now, she can't stand it anymore.

"Are you nervous?" she asked, her pretty face struggling to maintain a relaxed smile, but her voice trembled a little.

"A little. Qi Lang replied with a smile, "But it wasn't the group on the other side that brought it, it was you, and I was a little nervous as soon as you came." After saying this, even Qi Lang himself felt a little too frivolous, so that his face burned for a while.

"Uh...... Actually, I want to say, thank you for your comfort. Qi Lang lowered his voice and changed his tone, but secretly sighed in his heart. He felt that he was really stupid, at such a critical moment, why did he have to think about pretending to be a love saint. Qi Lang can now be sure that he doesn't have that ability, I'm afraid that even if Iglu comes out to deal with two sentences, he can do a hundred times better than him.

Princess Mirong's cheeks immediately flushed.

"I'm actually a little sorry. "I don't know how my father persuaded you to join the show, but I do want to say that I don't care if you win or not." I only hope you are safe - you, and Owu and Lansey, I hope none of you will be hurt for this decisive battle, I want you all to live......" Her voice grew lower and lower, and her tone became more and more unsteady.

Qi Lang wanted to hold Mi Rong's thin shoulders and put all his confidence in front of her clearly. But he found that such a simple act was actually quite difficult, he had lifted Joanna's shoulder before, easily, and without distractions, but the same act was changed to Princess Mirong, and he felt that it was a blasphemy.

So, Qi Lang canceled that move, and just stood there and nodded vigorously.

"We will. He replied firmly, "Not only are we not going to die here, but I want to tell you that we will win." You should remember what Mr. Wuchen said about me at the beginning - I am that person. Maybe I'm a little short of what he wants, but I'm convinced that I'm enough to deal with the arrogant villains now!"

Mi Rong obviously saw Qi Lang's confidence, and also recalled the words of the respected elder at the beginning, so a smile of conviction began to appear on the corner of her mouth—it was a smile that was amazingly beautiful.

At this time, the loud voice of the magistrate came from the iron horn on the minaret in the southeast corner: "The warrior is in position!"