When Difu left, Jiang Xiaobai's eyes fell on Dimo.
"Just like what you heard!"
Dimo smiled and said: "I have planned everything for you!"
After speaking, Dimo paused and continued: "Today you are at the sparring office. With a simple transition, tomorrow morning you will take the assessment of the genius class in your own capacity!"
"Then your live broadcast will be moved from the sparring area to the martial arts arena!"
"Also starting from tomorrow afternoon, your games will not only be limited to TV channels, but every game of yours will also be displayed on large and small LED screens throughout our college!"
"Forehead!"
Jiang Xiaobai's eyes widened, and then he said with a strange expression: "Why do you want to move the martial arts arena?"
He was a little confused about this.
"It's very simple, your strength!"
Dimo said: "Just imagine, if you are always at the sparring place, today the tenth person comes to you for sparring, and tomorrow the fifth person challenges you, and you defeat them, how can you still play? Will someone still come to you?"
"What about choosing directly, from low to high?"
Jiang Xiaobai asked curiously.
Yes, if it shows a progressive state, wouldn't this problem be solved?
Anyway, the sparring office has the final say on who to choose.
"Haha, if you want to be on the list as No. 8, do you have to challenge it again? If you want to be on the list with your own identity, do you have to do it again?"
Di Mo suddenly laughed when he heard this: "In other words, you have to challenge the same person three times. Don't you find it troublesome?"
"Forehead!"
Jiang Xiaobai's mouth twitched and he coughed dryly.
He really didn't expect this.
Embarrassed, Jiang Xiaobai pondered for a moment and then said: "Then do I need to challenge the people on the list?"
"Need not!"
Dimo smiled and shook his head: "Your No. 8 identity is a special existence, and you must keep it at an absolute height! There are only those who are eager to fight with you! There is no one that you want to actively fight for!"
"I will make a statement about this. Starting from the fifty on the strength list, I will challenge you one by one!"
"Wait a minute, I still think there's something wrong!"
Jiang Xiaobai's voice sounded.
"What should I say?" Dimo asked.
“It’s easy!”
Jiang Xiaobai said: "What if there is a vacancy during the promotion? For example... a certain ranking does not want to challenge me!"
"Ha ha!"
When Dimo heard this, he laughed heartily: "Have you ever heard of pressure?"
"Oh? Are you going to put pressure on me?"
Jiang Xiaobai was a little surprised.
"Of course not!"
Di Mo shook his head slightly: "Those at the top of the strength list are all trying to take away your sword, but they still have to wait in line. If there is another problem with the middle rankings, the waiting time will be even longer!"
"So...the only ones who are anxious are them!"
"Pfft, isn't this too shameless!" Jiang Xiaobai coughed dryly.
"Ha, shameless?"
Dimo smiled and said: "They obviously did it voluntarily!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled bitterly, and finally hesitated and said: "The credits...should I still be 150,000 per time?"
"right!"
Dimo said: "In addition, if you bet privately during the game, we will not draw a point!"
"Can!"
Jiang Xiaobai nodded directly.
"Well, are there any other questions?" Dimo asked.
"The last one!"
Jiang Xiaobai thought for a while and said, "After all, I just came to the ordinary class. Will I be suspected if I join the genius class in such a short period of time?"
"Won't!"
Dimo's voice sounded: "No one knows how long you have been here, and no one knows whether you are in a certain gifted class, so your worries can be completely ignored!"
"That's right, then I have no other questions!" Jiang Xiaobai said.
Dimo's smile became bright, and he handed a black watch to Jiang Xiaobai from under the drawer and said: "No. 8 ID watch!"
Jiang Xiaobai's eyes flashed, he raised his hand, and the watch disappeared into the space.
Dimo looked at this scene with strange eyes, stretched out his hand and said: "I wish us a happy cooperation!"
Jiang Xiaobai also shook his hand and said, "Happy cooperation!"
He held his hands tightly, and when he let go, Dimo laughed heartily again.
In fact, he made a temporary decision to move from the sparring office to the martial arts arena.
Because Jiang Xiaobai brought him such a big surprise.
And this transfer will have two benefits.
Jiang Xiaobai doesn't have to compete repeatedly with people on the strength list, he is one.
And the other one is to tell all the people in the ordinary class that even though they are in the ordinary class, as long as they are strong enough, they can also stand on a bigger stage.
Let me tell some people behind you.
You don't have to go to a gifted class.
Their ordinary class is now equally outstanding.
You see, wasn’t that what No. 8 used to be?
The more he thought about it, the more excited Dimo became.
Of course, all of this is also based on his confidence in Jiang Xiaobai.
And he believed that when Jiang Xiaobai showed up at the martial arts arena tomorrow for sparring, he would shock both the genius class and the ordinary class.
After all...how did Jiang Xiaobai get in?
Who will be a mystery to everyone.
Thinking about Dimo, I really wanted to stand up and continue dancing.
"Loss, come in!"
Demo's voice sounded, and Ross walked in from outside.
"Go ahead and take Mr. Jiang to the training room No. 8. Oh, by the way, remind Nick that the person you choose this time doesn't have to be too strong or famous!"
Dimo said: "Because the real excitement is still behind!"
"yes!"
Ross nodded respectfully, turned and left.
Ten minutes later.
When Jiang Xiaobai was sitting in the sparring room waiting, the VIP room exploded.
The talented class members present all had angry faces.
Ward, in particular, almost went berserk on the spot.
Because the person Nick picked was just an unknown person.
Yes, very small name.
He is the kind of person who is not ranked in the gifted class.
Nick felt the pressure and turned extremely pale. He wanted to explain something, but he was told by his superiors that there was no need to explain.
So I dragged the excited person to the training room No. 8.
Not long after Nick led the people away, a loud sound exploded from the VIP room.
Nick looked back, still sweating profusely.
Arriving at the sparring office No. 8, the selected man flashed his watch with excitement.
One hundred thousand credits will be deducted.
He didn't care about that, what he cared about was the sword.
Even if you really can't get the sword.
That still has a name.
Yes, maybe many people think that Jiang Xiaobai is very strong for being able to pull out the sword.
But he saw a loophole.
If Jiang Xiaobai was really that strong, he could defeat Ward directly and then draw the sword.
But what did Jiang Xiaobai do? After repelling him, he saw Ward rushing up and drew his sword in a hurry.
What does this mean?
It shows that you have no confidence in your own strength.
And although his strength is not on the list.
But what if... what if he could win the game.
Take that sword.
Then he would be given the Denton surname.
That was an absolute supreme honor.
So...these 100,000 credits are worth a try.
Go into the room.
The man's eyes fell on Jiang Xiaobai, and he said with a sneer: "Before we start, I want to ask if you will really give me the sword if I beat you!"
"yes!"
Jiang Xiaobai nodded directly.
"Okay, let's fight!"
The man was about to take action when he spoke, but at this moment Nick's voice sounded: "Wait!"
As he said that, Nick looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "My lord, you must persevere and stay strong!"
Jiang Xiaobai was stunned, a little helpless.
"Just this round, hold on!"
Nick coughed dryly and said, "My lord, he said he had other motives!"
"intention?"
Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and finally nodded in agreement.