The day of the second round of the World Fighting Championship.
Early in the morning, Su Yi brought the other Chinese players to the competition venue.
Eleven games will be held today, and the two sides will still be decided by drawing lots.
Today's competition venue was crowded with people, and the local garrison specially mobilized troops to isolate the crowd, maintain order, and prevent stampedes and other accidents.
The twenty-two contestants walked through the crowd and arrived at the contestants' rest area that was specially isolated around the ring. The other contestants from various countries were communicating with each other and saying hello, but Su Yi led the contestants to a corner and refused to communicate with any outsiders.
"Master Geng, will we appear too closed-minded and exclusive, making the foreign devils think we are difficult to deal with?" Ma Chengzhi asked.
"Before we win the game, it doesn't matter what they think of us." Su Yi said lightly, "As long as we achieve good results, no matter what they think of us now, they will look at us with admiration then."
"What Geng Daxia said makes sense." Zhu Jingu said with a smile.
"Look, the Zhepeng people are pointing fingers at us, not knowing what they want to do." Rong Canghai pointed at the people of the Zhepeng delegation not far away.
"What kind of good intentions can the little devil have? He must be thinking about how to plot against us." Jiang Tieshan snorted coldly, "These despicable villains obviously can't defeat us, so they have no choice but to secretly plot and plot, shady things!
"
Several people looked unhappy.
Although the Zhepeng people's plot against the Chinese warriors was done secretly, some clues inevitably emerged, and the shrewd Su Yi noticed some clues.
But for a while, Su Yi couldn't catch the Zhe Peng people, so he had to hold back.
But these things were made public by Su Yi, firstly to let the Zhepeng people know not to think that they were doing things without anyone noticing, and secondly, to warn the players to avoid being tricked.
Finally, it is also to reduce the pressure of criticizing him for "making too much of a fuss".
"The drawing of lots has begun!" Ye Wen said suddenly.
Everyone's attention immediately turned to the stage.
On the stage, those in charge of drawing lots were Gong Baosen, director of Zhe Peng Judo Association, and representatives of the European Fighting Association.
The three people checked the number paper balls representing the twenty-two players on the spot, then put them into the empty wooden box and arranged them randomly.
The three people draw lots in turn, and two people are drawn each time.
Every time a pair of players is drawn, an assistant on one side will call out loudly.
The order of the competition is also based on the order of draw.
As the host, Gong Baosen drew the first draw first.
He grabbed two numbers and handed them to the assistant beside him.
"The first game, Ma Chengzhi from China, versus Fumio Iwata!"
As soon as the lot came out, everyone here in China beamed with joy.
This is definitely a good sign.
Ma Chengzhi is the most capable fighter of the younger generation in the Tai Chi sect, but Iwata Fumio's kung fu training is not solid, and anyone with knowledge can see that. It is a blessing that he can advance to this stage, and the strength of the two is not of the same level.
"In the second game, Tetsubo Maeda Mitsuyo vs. François Albert!"
The two sides of the second decisive battle were then drawn on the stage.
"Even those young devils who are old enough are lucky!" Jiang Tieshan said helplessly.
Albert, a Frenchman, was tall, strong, and very powerful. However, his disadvantage was that he was relatively slow in his movements. He was the most obvious weakness among the "Hercules" who advanced.
If Mitsuyo Maeda draws this opponent, he can basically be declared a walk.
"The third match between Yuuji Tetsutetsu Nakamura and Kei Tetsutetsu Nagakawamura!"
As soon as the draw for the third game came out, everyone in China laughed and gloated.
But the expressions on the Zhepeng people's side were as disgusting as if they had eaten shit.
"The fourth game, Bill Underwood of China, faced off against Valentin of Belarus."
"The fifth game, Zhu Jingu of China versus Yasuyu Peng, Konishi."
"The sixth game, Hua Guo Geng Liangchen versus Zhe Peng Funakoshi Yihao."
"The seventh game, Siam Sharman vs. Teppeng Otsuka Hironori."
"In the eighth game, Rong Canghai of China plays against Yimula Khan of India."
"In the ninth game, Teppon Miyagi Changshun plays against Britannia Burnilet."
"In the tenth game, Jiang Tieshan of China versus Naipeng of Siam."
"The eleventh game, Chinese Ip Man versus Lighthouse Carter."
All eleven games have been decided. Fortunately, the Chinese did not draw any more lottery tickets for a civil war.
"The result of the draw is not bad," Ma Chengzhi said cheerfully, "There is no one of our own who beats our own. Except for Master Geng, we have not encountered the most powerful ones. If we are lucky, all seven of us may be able to advance.
On to the next round.”
"I don't dare to hope that all seven of them will be promoted. If five of them can win, it will be a blessing to the people of the country!" Rong Canghai said.
"Five? Which two do you think can't win?" Zhu Jingu said with a smile.
Rong Canghai's face suddenly stiffened: "If I said something wrong, all seven of us will advance!"
"Ha ha……"
Amid the laughter and laughter of the Chinese warriors, the second round of hand-to-hand combat officially kicked off.
The first to appear were the two players from the first match, Ma Chengzhi and Fumio Iwata.
In the eyes of all Chinese warriors, this is a game with a destined outcome.
Even among the seven Chinese players, Ma Chengzhi is regarded as a master with high martial arts value, but Fumio Iwata's kung fu has obvious flaws.
So even Su Yi didn't say much in this game. Before Ma Chengzhi came on stage, he only said, "Be careful of your opponent's surprise and take the wrong approach."
This is a reminder to Ma Chengzhi to prevent his opponents from playing dirty tricks. Even Su Yi thinks this game is not a big problem.
But it happened that this match, which had no major problems, surprised everyone.
After the two combatants take the stage, they must first salute each other according to the etiquette of the competition. During this process, they can say a few short sentences.
Everyone saw Iwata Fumio with a weird smile on his face and suddenly said something into Ma Chengzhi's ear. Ma Chengzhi was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically, and he suddenly hit Fumio Iwata with a palm like a madman.
The latter seemed to have expected it, and quickly retreated to avoid the palm, and immediately raised his hands to protest to the referee.
The referee immediately issued a warning to Ma Chengzhi.
But Ma Chengzhi pushed the referee away as if he was crazy and continued to rush towards Fumio Iwata.
This time Iwata Fumio didn't even try to hide, he just stood there motionless with a smile.
But when Ma Chengzhi rushed to him, Iwata Fumio said something quickly, and Ma Chengzhi's fist stayed in front of Iwata Fumio's face and could no longer fall.
Ma Chengzhi yelled something in anger at Fumio Iwata, but because the scene was so noisy at the moment, it was impossible to hear what he was shouting.
problem occurs!
Almost as soon as he realized something was wrong, Su Yi rushed to the edge of the ring. He vaguely heard only a few words from Ma Chengzhi -
"Despicable...how is he..."
The referee was very angry. He had just been pushed by Ma Chengzhi and staggered, falling onto his back. In full view of everyone, he felt his face was as hot as fire.
He became angry and shouted for Ma Chengzhi to explain and apologize.
But Ma Chengzhi didn't seem to hear anything. He just stared at Fumio Iwata with eyes like fire.
Ma Chengzhi's indifferent attitude angered the referee even more.
"Go down! You are disqualified!" The referee was so angry that he directly made the decision to expel Ma Chengzhi.
Ma Chengzhi just woke up from a dream. He grabbed the referee by the collar and yelled angrily: "What did you say? You Zhepeng people's lackey! Bastard, I will beat you to death..."
The moment he raised his fist to strike, Su Yi shouted angrily from the audience: "Ma Chengzhi! Stop!"
Although Ma Chengzhi lost his mind, Su Yi's majesty still made him sober, and he did not lower his raised fists.
The referee broke away from Ma Chengzhi with a look of horror on his face and hurriedly jumped off the ring.
And Fumio Iwata looked at this scene with a smile from beginning to end, his eyes full of teasing and teasing.
"You bastard! You despicable little devil!" Ma Chengzhi cursed through gritted teeth.
At this time, Fumio Iwata said with a smile in a stiff accent: "Masan, remember not to talk nonsense, otherwise, she will not survive. Do you understand?"
After saying that, he laughed proudly, turned around and walked off the stage.
"Ahhhh..." Ma Chengzhi screamed in grief and anger and fell to his knees on the ring.
Su Yi stood by the ring and watched this scene with cold eyes.
How could he not guess what happened?
It’s nothing more than threatening relatives!
It's despicable and shameless, but it works.
Su Yi can protect the players from being harmed, but he doesn't have the ability to protect Ma Chengzhiyuan's family in his hometown in Luzhou from being harmed by the Zhepeng people.
He is beyond his reach!
However, Zhe Pengren did their homework and successfully used Ma Chengzhi's family to threaten Ma Chengzhi, causing him to lose his mind, become crazy and collapse.
Although the match had not yet started, Ma Chengzhi collided with the referee, disrupted the order of the match, and even made bad moves to attack the referee. It was already a certainty that he would be directly disqualified from the match.
Boom boom boom...
The spotlights flashed and Ma Chengzhi was photographed as he knelt down on the ring in despair.
The scene was chaotic and noisy, and the referee who had just escaped angrily came with several big guys from the event organizing committee.
"Gentlemen, such a bad behavior of this player will never be forgiven! I must disqualify him from this competition, and if there is another World Fighting Championship, I hope that such a bad player can be banned from participating!" The referee
Accused angrily.
An interpreter quickly translated what the referee said in Gong Baosen's ear.
Gong Baosen looked solemn, looked at Su Yi who was expressionless here, turned back and said seriously: "Tell him, there is a reason why this player did what he did..."
Before he finished speaking, the director of Zhe Peng Judo Association interrupted Gong Baosen with a faint smile: "Gong Sang, no matter what the reason is, it is not a reason to do such a bad act! Every murderer has a reason to kill.
But should their crimes be forgiven?"
Gong Baosen glared at the Zhepeng man and said in a deep voice: "You know best what despicable things you have done!"
"Gong Sang, if you slander me without any evidence, then you must apologize to me!" Zhe Peng said with a half-smile.
"Hmph!" Gong Baosen turned to look at Ma Chengzhi and said in a deep voice: "Chengzhi, what happened? Don't be afraid. Tell me and I will make the decision for you!"
Ma Chengzhi looked up blankly, looked at Gong Baosen, then turned to look at Su Yi who was expressionless on the side. He suddenly gritted his teeth and said sadly: "It's me who got hysterical, Master Gong. Nothing happened. I ruined the game."
Rules, I am willing to admit defeat and quit the game!"
Director Zhe Peng Judo Association suddenly showed a victorious smile on his face.
"You..." Gong Baosen was furious. He wanted to get angry, but when he saw Ma Chengzhi's red eyes, he had to hold back and shouted: "Do you know what you are doing? You represent the entire martial arts world!
Represent the country!”
"I'm sorry, Master Gong, to disappoint you!" Ma Chengzhi laughed miserably, "My reputation has been ruined today, and I will bear all the consequences voluntarily!"
"Can you afford it?" Gong Baosen shouted angrily.
"If you can't afford it, just give up on my life." Ma Chengzhi laughed miserably, stood up unsteadily, turned around and walked towards the audience.
Gong Baosen's face was ashen, but he looked at Ma Chengzhi's back and stopped talking.
Ma Chengzhi jumped off the ring and came to Su Yi with a miserable face. Just as he was about to speak, Su Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't believe Zhe Peng. Come to me after the game. I can help you with this matter."
.”
"Master Geng!" Ma Chengzhi burst into tears, grabbed Su Yi's arms, and cried out.
"Go and calm down." Su Yi sighed, "Remember, don't promise anything to Zhe Peng. You can come to me to discuss anything."
"I, I'm sorry for you..." Ma Chengzhi choked incoherently, "I'm very confused now, Master Geng, I have to leave first."
"Go." Su Yi sighed.
Ma Chengzhi rejected the concerns and inquiries from other Chinese warriors and left in despair.
Gong Baosen came to Su Yi, looked serious and asked in a deep voice: "Can you hold on?"
"I'll try my best," Su Yi said, "At least Ye Wen and I are fine. I'm going to confirm the others one by one."
"I'll give you ten minutes." Gong Baosen said, "If it doesn't work, I will stop the game! As the organizer of the event, I have the right to do so!"
Stop the game?
It's easy to say, but the Zhepeng people and the foreigners will definitely disagree, especially when Gong Baosen can't produce any evidence to prove that the Zhepeng people are up to something.
For the safety of his family, Ma Chengzhi will never stand up and denounce the Zhepeng people as a victim, because once he does so, the Zhepeng people are most likely to destroy the corpses, wipe out traces, and beat them to death.
The victim refused to admit it, and Gong Baosen couldn't produce any evidence. He kept saying that the Zhe Peng people were up to no good, and insisted on stopping the competition. In the eyes of foreigners, this was just unreasonable and messy.
Once Gong Baosen does this, it will be a very bad start, and it will also seriously damage the reputation of the Chinese martial arts museum.
But compared to the possibility that the Chinese warriors would surrender after being threatened, it was the lesser of two evils. Gong Baosen had no choice but to show his shame and bear the infamy.
Su Yi was very aware of the seriousness of this matter, so he nodded carefully and slowly: "In ten minutes, I will give you an answer!"