After Chen Chen started, the people in each competition area were finally activated, and everyone began to rush to the first level. The first level was to grab the number plate. Yes, grab the number plate, because there was only one person in each region.
There are tens of thousands of numbers, and only when you get the number can you go to the ring to compete, so compared to people in the big area, you can be said to be one in a million.
In the American area, the judge looked at the people around him and smiled calmly at the surrounding environment. This was basically his home field. Although there were not as many trees as the forest, the lamps on the roadside gave the judge a chance to
Get ahead of others.
The judge roared, jumped up, and did whatever he thought of. This was an Indian. Even though he had put on a suit, the wildness in his bones made him extremely charming.
When the judge left jumping on the light tube, the crowd below cast envious looks at him. It wasn't that they didn't want to leave like him, but it obviously required skills, and they obviously didn't have that skills.
I can look at the judge with envy as he rides away.
But soon the imitators appeared. A group appeared. They were wearing the same clothes and doing the same movements. They came to the side of a light tube. They saw three people, one of them coordinated beautifully, and one of them was killed by two.
The person pushed up the lamp post and then jumped away easily. The next two people also used other methods to get up the lamp post and jump away. Everyone moved quickly.
Their clothes said City Walkers, and they were obviously from a group. Many people didn't understand, but some people knew that this was a famous parkour group. They didn't expect that they actually came to the martial arts competition and were so high-profile.
No matter how surprised the people below were, they had already left, and very quickly, which put a lot of pressure on them on the ground. They all speeded up in unison, but the crowded crowd only seemed more crowded, and there was no intention to speed up.
The awareness of footsteps can only make people more anxious.
The Judge was flying in the air alone, yes, flying alone. His huge body seemed to be weightless, jumping on the lamppost without any burden. But his good mood was soon ruined.
"Hey buddy, you are also a parkour player, right? What's your name? Do you want to join us? We are a team. And we are going for the championship. If you come, there will be more hope." among the walkers.
One of the members took a look at the judge who was jumping rapidly, and then decided to use his trash talk to pull the judge away.
But he soon realized that he had chosen the wrong person. The referee had a very bad impression of the guy behind him. He was a chatty guy and very arrogant. He didn't like this, so it seemed he had to find a way to solve it.
The judge suddenly said: "Damn you chatterbox, if you don't shut up, I will blow you up. Just like that lamppost." Then he saw the judge flying to another lamppost like a big bird.
, just waved his legs in the air. The lamppost where Hua Lao was was broken like a stick of firewood.
Hua Lai was frightened by the scene in front of her, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Hou Manlai was jumped over by two shemales, and he hurriedly turned around and shouted: "Don't come over, stop it, stop it." He shouted words that could easily be misunderstood.
Lao knew that it was too late to speak, as two friends had already jumped over.
Hua Lao only had time to put his hands on his face. He felt that he could change his teammates after he went back. These two pig teammates were going to trick him to death, and of course the three of them were thrown down together. They were already thrown down.
They were so confused that they had no choice but to withdraw from the competition. They had no choice but to move. After all, the lamppost was four to five meters high and there were no protective measures. They had no choice but to withdraw from the competition.
The judge did not expect that his unintentional act would give him the honor of being the first blood. The Walkers were the team eliminated in the first level. The judge in front came with a smile on his face.
We arrived at the place where the numbers were stored and took away the number plate number one.
The reporters on the side would not let go of such newsworthy information.
"Sir, how do you feel about winning the first place in the first level?" A reporter handed his microphone to the adjudicator's mouth.
The referee thought for a moment and said: "Thank you everyone for your support, but what I am grateful to now is my tribe and my family. They gave me the confidence to step onto the field. Thank you everyone."
A speech without any content makes reporters quite disappointed, because no exciting words means no bonus, which is what they value.
Soon the referee took the number and walked to the side. That was his resting place. Everyone who successfully climbed up to the high platform had a resting room. Of course, only those with 500 yuan could get this treatment.
Just as the referee successfully completed the first level of the trial, another player from the Americas area was struggling in the sea of people. Fortunately, he was born practicing jiu-jitsu, so he could find a suitable angle no matter how hard he squeezed.
Slowly moving forward, relying on the jujitsu skills of squeezing, the circus finally came to the high platform. Looking at the high platform in front of him, Messi smiled, this will be the starting point of his dream.
After Messi's difficult fear came, he saw that there were only a few people on the top, and he was very excited, because he was among the top few, and it seemed that he could be considered a strong one.
Messi got his number 223 as he wished. Yes, it was already number 223, and the rest had been taken away. Kana was not the fastest either, so his happiness was diluted a little, but he soon returned.
He cheered up, because he knew that he was already very lucky compared to everyone in the row below. "At least I came up," Messi secretly said to himself in his heart.
Compared with the fierce competition in the Americas, Africa is in the midst of a bloody storm. Because African countries are small and the people are weak, there are not many players participating. They can barely exceed 10,000, which can almost be said to be a guaranteed vote for each person.
It's just that this situation changed after the arrival of the underground boxing champions. Because they are cruel, violent, crazy and bloodthirsty, someone will be knocked to the ground every time they are attacked. Just look at them and you will know how painful it is, no.
Serious injury means disability.
Obviously, this was not enough for the boxing champion, and the African gangsters couldn't see enough of it, so they got the number plate easily and casually. But what they didn't know was that what he did had been remembered by Chen Chen.
, through the surveillance of No. 1, he can know what is happening in all competition areas. After seeing the tragedy in Africa, Chen Chen decided that as long as those boxing champions can come here, Chen Chen will definitely save their lives.
What he holds is a competition, not a killing dance. Anyone who touches his bottom line will die.
PS: There is only one chapter today. Because I went to help someone install a wardrobe today, I came back very late. I hope everyone can forgive me. Thank you. I will update it as usual tomorrow.