The much-anticipated year-end fight is finally about to begin.
The fighting time is set at 23:00.
After the club's big data calculation, one hour is enough for the two of them to finish the battle.
The fastest 99-game winning streak in history: Guang Kun.
The king who has already challenged in the A stage: Bai Zhao.
This is the battle of the century.
One month has passed since Guangkun officially announced his challenge to Bai Zhao.
In this month, the club has exhausted all publicity methods to build momentum for this battle.
Even in order to sell more tickets, the club spared no expense and built an open-air fighting arena in just one month, with ten times more seats for watching than in the fighting building.
These tickets are all money.
Whether they are citizens of Yuliang City or distinguished guests from nearby provinces, they have already flocked to it.
A week ago, the hotel rooms in Yuliang City were sold out.
As for tickets.
Scalpers can no longer get them.
For fighting fans, this is the biggest event in recent years.
Due to the special nature of fighting and the possibility of death, the club does not have network broadcast rights, which is why the tickets are expensive.
Spectators sitting in the back row can only hold telescopes.
During this period, all telescopes in Yuliang City were sold out.
It is now 16:00 pm.
There are still 7 hours until the fight begins.
But the fighting arena has already started checking tickets, and there are hundreds of security guards at the entrance. Several of the security captains are first-class warriors.
There are four referees for this fight, all of whom are third-level warriors.
Although death is allowed in fighting matches, this time the situation is special and death must not be in vain.
In the past, Bai Zhao killed many fighters who had already given up.
Absolutely not allowed this time.
Moreover, the Admiral has personally confessed that contestant Guang Kun is a college entrance examination student, and within the rules, Guang Kun's safety must be ensured to the maximum extent possible.
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"Wow, there are so many people, and the spotlight is so shining. The tickets for the front row are very expensive."
Everyone in the potential class took their seats.
The seats in the auditorium are in a stepped shape and are divided into four major areas: southeast, southeast and northwest.
The potential class is in VIP East District.
The VIP area has the best view and is very close to the stands. Everyone looks back at the dark crowd behind them and feels a sense of superiority.
The others were chattering excitedly.
Even people who are not interested in fighting are beginning to look forward to the next competition.
This is the same as chasing stars and watching a concert, the emphasis is on the atmosphere.
“99 consecutive wins?
"If I, Liao Ji, were practicing here, the protagonist today would definitely be me.
"No matter it is Guangkun or Bai Zhao, he will definitely be defeated by my men."
Liao Ji looked disdainful.
"Brother, wait until you finish watching the game before you speak."
Liao Ping reminded.
He was afraid that Liao Ji would be too embarrassed if he spoke too loudly.
"Just watch and you will figure it out later."
Liao Ji was angry.
"well!"
Liao Ping ignored his younger brother. He was carrying a bag, but his face was full of sorrow.
No one knows that one of the protagonists today is Su Yue.
Once he loses, he will probably die.
The tickets here are all from Suyue.
Dai Yuegui and other instructors sat at the back, and only Sun Zhiwei accompanied Su Yue in the background.
West District.
"Dad, I'm a little excited. I want to go up and have a fight."
When he came, Wang Lufeng was still reluctant and felt childish.
But after stepping into the fighting ring, he was already trapped in the strong competitive atmosphere.
"you?
"You, a pure Qi-blood warrior, will be defeated in one move."
Wang Nanguo shook his head.
"I don't believe it... Your son is Lu Feng and has the qualifications of a master. If you want to defeat these ants, you can't catch them easily."
Wang Lufeng curled his lips.
Southern District.
Hua Xiong, Lao Zhao and others were also in the VIP area, thanks to Su Yue, otherwise they would not have been able to get tickets.
"Boss Huaxiong, can Su Yue win?"
The closer it was to the game, the more worried Lao Zhao became.
"We will definitely win!"
Hua Xiong clenched his fists hard.
No one saw that his palms were full of sweat.
In the South District.
There is also a lonely audience: Wang Boyan.
During this time, he personally trained Su Yue, and at the same time, he was also analyzing Bai Zhao.
But the deeper the analysis, the clearer it becomes.
Su Yue really has no chance of winning.
The only hope now is that Su Yue can survive.
In addition to the four major areas of southeast, northwest and northwest, there is also a referee emergency area.
This is to prepare for some eventualities.
As for Pan Yizheng and the admiral, they both wore low-key clothes and mingled in the emergency area.
Their identities are not suitable for public appearances.
This area has good privacy.
“The fighting atmosphere in Yuliang City should really be something other cities can learn from.
"The mission of a warrior is to go to the battlefield and shed blood, to protect the family and the country. But now there are more and more warriors who only want to be promoted and make a fortune."
The atmosphere here makes Pan Yizheng happy.
But when he thought about the situation in other cities, he felt heartbroken again.
"China has been at peace for decades and people have begun to feel comfortable. It will take some time to awaken the people's awareness of danger.
"But I think the service period of a Qi-blood warrior is still too short."
The admiral said suddenly.
"The Military Ministry has submitted its opinion to the Chinese Cabinet to extend the service period and is currently studying it."
Pan Yizheng said with a cold face.
Night falls.
The spectators in the stands were gradually filling up.
The hour hand points to 22:50.
In ten minutes, this much-anticipated fighting match will officially begin.
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Backstage preparation room.
The club wants to protect the privacy of the fighters, there are only two people here.
Su Yue was wearing a brand new white Chinese tunic suit, with a crew cut, oily hair, and powdered face. He looked like a groom.
"Su Yue, I think you should wear something looser."
Sun Zhiwei shook his head.
In free fighting, there are no restrictions on clothing. Before going on stage, you must take off your shoes and go through security checks. No one can substitute weapons on the stage.
Gloves, or fist belts, are the only things a fighter can carry their energy and blood with.
"I also want to be low-key, but look at how many fans I have. If I don't wear anything decent, I can't even afford those fluorescent sticks."
Through the window, Su Yue glanced at the crowded spectator seats.
He now feels like a superstar.
Sun Zhiwei's hands were shaking.
This is a fighting match, not a star-chasing support club, let alone a concert.
What does the overwhelming glow sticks mean?
Are you joking?
There are two more colors for key support.
The fluorescent stick that supports Guangkun is fluorescent white.
The support color of Bai Zhao is scarlet, which is a very strange color.
But overall, Guang Kun has more fans than Bai Zhao.
No wonder.
In the club's publicity, Guangkun is a fighter with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness who never rushes to kill everyone. As a result, he has a good reputation with the audience.
The supporters of Bai Zhao are all die-hard fans.
They advocate violence, and even their propaganda slogans are very violent.
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The 23 o'clock bell rang.
Two professional presenters tapped their microphones.
"Welcome to Fight Club..."
After a while of official opening remarks, the host stood up suddenly.
"Please... Tonight's New Year's Eve protagonist, the king of club fighting... Demon King Bai Zhao."
The spotlight suddenly focused on the center.
A middle-aged man wearing black training clothes walked out slowly. He did not hide his appearance.
At this moment, the whole place was quiet.
Although he is in the first rank, this person gives people a great sense of oppression.