The first World Martial Arts Tournament, a special arena for the event, was built here.
The arena is fifty meters long, fifty meters wide, and three meters thick. It is square and made of the hardest rock and steel.
In order to build this arena, all the surrounding old houses were forcibly demolished, and the area was pushed horizontally for hundreds of meters, running through Wanhua Street in the east, Food Street in the west, Baihua Lane in the south, and Yangliu Street in the north.
Including the Banzai Street in the center, this arena and the spectator stand, there are a total of five main roads running through it. It will not be long before it is now the most prosperous and lively street in the world.
As November 1st approaches, several martial arts gym kickouts occur every day in Suicheng. Some martial arts gyms were kicked out just after they were kicked out in the morning, and they barely kept their pledges, but were kicked out again in the afternoon.
This is obvious.
There are more things that are unknown in the shadows. For the Gauntlet and the first martial arts competition, all the martial artists went crazy.
In addition to them, there are countless fanatical martial arts and fighting enthusiasts from all over the world.
Newspapers and media publish some information about a certain martial artist or fighter every day.
The only few radio and television stations in the current era also mobilized and set up cameras on the ring that Fan Luo seemed to be very backward.
This is an unprecedented event.
"I knew Master Lan would let you take action."
Yang Hongzhen crossed her arms and talked relaxedly to the boy next to her.
Fan Luo looked left and right, constantly looking at the more than seventy tall foreigners opposite.
No reply.
Yang Hongzhen didn't care, he was also observing.
On the surface, this world competition is about competing for the number one spot in the world. In fact, as everyone knows, it is actually a battle between the East and the West, a battle between martial artists and fighters, and a battle between great powers.
In the current era, nuclear weapons have not yet been developed.
Martial artists and fighters who master secret skills are still one of the main forces in various countries.
Yang Hongzhen's identity is not simple, and her perspective on things is also different.
These days, people who come to the Iron Fist Martial Arts Gym to kick the gym are easily blocked by him. Yang Hong really deserves the title of a letter of challenge.
On the other hand, Arashiyama Martial Arts School, because of the excessive demands for winning prizes and the mysterious nature of the battle with Mo Daomen, no one ever went to the gym anymore.
Fan Luo was still a little disappointed by this.
Yang Hongzhen's eyes fell on the long knife hanging on the young man's waist again, and he couldn't help but ask:
"You brought the knife up, are you planning to use it in a martial arts competition later?"
Fan Luo glanced at him and nodded.
"Ink knife?"
Fan Luo continued to nod.
Yang Hong couldn't help but wonder. As far as he knew, the Lanshan Martial Arts School had only obtained the rare weapon-like martial arts inheritance of Mo Dao some time ago. How many days had it passed before it could be used to compete with the world's top martial artists?
He didn't believe it.
Fan Luo didn't have time to talk to Yang Hongzhen. The loom was collecting and analyzing the information of everyone present, including various habits. He couldn't understand the conclusion just by looking at it and felt a little dizzy.
I don’t have the ability to be distracted anymore.
At this moment, those who are qualified to step into the ring are all the most powerful martial artists and fighters of the current era.
There are 148 people in total. Except for the Western martial artists who have already selected their candidates, the Eastern martial artists have gone through many twists and turns, and it was not until the last day that they finally decided on their candidates.
Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second.
Only those who hold a letter of challenge are qualified to step into the ring and participate in the world's grandest event.
"Please draw lots!"
Two hosts, one speaking the common language of the East and the other speaking the common language of the West, each held an iron box and handed it to the contestants standing in two rows one by one, with signs inside.
Fan Luo stood at the back, and when it was his turn to draw, the people in front already knew who his opponent was.
He drew the number 24, and his opponent was the fighter's number 24.
Sure enough, the first round was a battle between camps.
As the first World Martial Arts Tournament, the event has naturally been announced long ago.
There is no group stage, just knockout rounds.
In the first round, seventy-four people will be eliminated.
The losers are eliminated and the winners advance.
Then, the martial artists and fighters draw lots again. From here on, there is no so-called camp distinction, because it is possible that in the first round of eliminations, there will be more martial artists or more fighters.
Case.
Thirty-seven versus thirty-seven.
The losers are eliminated, leaving at most thirty-seven people.
If no one abstains, lots will be drawn again, and the player with No. 37 will receive a bye and directly enter the next round.
Eighteen versus eighteen.
In the end, there were up to 19 people left.
Nine versus nine, the number 19 was drawn as a bye.
In this way, one game after another is played.
Until the much-anticipated finals.
Fan Luo and others exit.
Leave the ring to the player who draws number one from both sides.
Under the arena.
Player waiting area.
Fan Luo's eyes were always locked on the vicissitudes of life man holding a spear.
"Teng Qingyan is a weapons martial artist from the North. He can use the Pear Blossom Spear to kill hundreds of mosquitoes and flies in three breaths. His strength is not much weaker than that of the Master of the Mo Knife Sect."
Yang Hongzhen revealed the opponent's identity for him. His card number was No. 19. He came on stage earlier than Fan Luo, but he was not nervous at all.
Fan Luo stared at the ring attentively, because at this time, the battle had begun.
Teng Qingyan's spear rained down on the bald fighter's body hundreds of times in an instant, but the opponent's muscles were knotted and his body seemed to be coated with a film. No matter how hard he stabbed with the spear, he couldn't hurt him at all.
Fan Luo shifted his attention to the bald muscular man and found that his fighting skills were similar to Mr. Luo's, but the color was just wrong.
Perhaps the fighting techniques used by Mr. Luo have different versions in the West and are widely circulated.
Suddenly, Fan Luo's expression changed, and the loom finally collected for him the origin of this muscular fighting technique.
The news came from the discussion among the group of fighters on the other side of the ring.
Although they were far away and the communication sounds from the other party were not loud, the loom still captured these sounds.
"Naga fighting skills and serum?"
Fan Luo was a little confused. At the same time, Loom began to collect information about Naga and the serum, trying to decipher the relationship between the two.
Unfortunately, Western information is limited by geographical restrictions, and there are only a few books recorded in Suicheng, so the loom has not been able to obtain much useful information.
Without enough data, cracking is impossible.
Fan Luo didn't pay much attention to it. This kind of thing, especially the serum, sounded like a secret in Western countries. Unless he went there in person, it would be impossible to get any relevant information.
In the arena, the competition continues.
After Teng Qingyan's fierce attack failed, the bald muscular man suddenly pulled out two scimitars and tore off his tattered clothes.
boom!
The arena shook.
The bald muscular man bumped into Teng Qingyan like a cannonball.
Ding ding ding ding——
Dang Dang Dang Dang——
A series of dense sounds.
Teng Qingyan was beaten and kept retreating. Although he received all the attacks accurately, Fan Luo could clearly see that Teng Qingyan's hands holding the gun were trembling slightly.