Over the weekend, Wang Lan wore a tight elastic T-shirt and a pair of jeans when she went out with Devil May Cry.
When we arrived at the Suzhou Stadium, there was already a sea of people outside the stadium.
If your classmate is a bad boy with an alternative style of painting, then at the entrance of the gymnasium is a large-scale non-mainstream slaying show or even an osplay of anime and martial arts characters.
Most of the people at the scene have looks that you wouldn’t expect but they couldn’t see. There are girls wearing miniskirts that reveal their big white legs, but with watermarks on their faces. They wear sleeveless vests full of rivets and have big bald heads on their backs.
A muscular man with a bunch of pigtails and an unknown hobby.
A man wearing eyeshadow, a swordsman with a nose ring, and a luoli carrying a two-handed sword and a mace.
Anyway, Wang Lan couldn't understand the taste of these star warriors.
However, Wang Lan's image fits perfectly into this group of non-mainstream people, because Wang Lan is wearing a moon-white mask at the moment. Even if he is dressed normally, wearing a mask still doesn't make him look normal.
Although the star warriors look rough and their image is so unique, they still line up in a very orderly manner and enter the sports venue one by one with their star martial arts certificates. When entering the venue, everyone will get a number.
It's their identification number.
The large square in the current stadium is divided into twenty competition arenas. Today and tomorrow, eight hundred star warriors will compete here, and one hundred official contestants will be determined through several rounds of preliminaries.
Because Wang Lan registered late, his number plate was No. 700.
The preliminaries will not be broadcast, and no audience will be arranged to watch the competition. It is an internal screening conducted by the organizers of the Star Wars Tournament. In the stands that can accommodate 20,000 people, there are only 800 registered contestants sitting sparsely.
Wang Lan randomly found a seat and sat down. The organizer's amplifier loudly announced the process and rules and regulations of the preliminary competition. After the competition started, he competed according to the normal competition. After being kicked off the ring, he voluntarily admitted defeat and had no strength to fight again.
is judged as negative.
The organizers hired professional medical star warriors, so that the contestants would have no worries, and they were very considerate.
"Shall I go? Do you want to compete?"
"Isn't it about appearance? I even put on makeup for three hours!"
"Damn it, can you do anything with the clothes I'm wearing today? Are you kidding me?"
When they learned that this qualifier was actually going to be a battle selection, many star warriors cursed on the spot.
Wang Lan was a little confused. Isn't it written in the entry instructions? Is this really a draft?
"Hello!" Suddenly, a voice came to his ears. Wang Lan looked away and saw a young man who was so thin that his flesh was almost invisible. Wang Lan had a chance encounter with him...
"Hello!" Wang Lan nodded and returned.
"I didn't expect you to also participate in the Star Martial Arts Tournament." The other party's words had already confirmed Wang Lan's identity. Wang Lan turned his head and looked at the other party carefully. The other party smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the Devil May Cry in Wang Lan's hand.
Wang Lan suddenly smiled and said, "So you recognized it based on this, but I ignored it."
"It doesn't count. You didn't expect to meet me here. Did you participate anonymously?" Seeing Wang Lan wearing a mask, she guessed this.
"Um!"
"Why did you think of coming to participate in the Star Martial Arts Tournament? I guess... you are still a student, right?" The other party was very friendly, but maybe he was trying to get information. Wang Lan was bored, so it would be nice to have someone to talk to.
"For training in actual combat!" Wang Lan returned briefly.
"Actual combat?" The other party was very surprised, "You participated in the Star Martial Arts Tournament for actual combat? Don't you know that the first two phases of the Star Martial Arts Tournament were staged fake fights?"
"Oh? I don't know."
"The key to actual combat is to kill the enemy with one move, but do you dare to do it in the ring? No one knows how to kill the enemy with one move. How do you make a good-looking and cool fight? Just be as handsome as you want." A trace of light appeared on Shou Zhugan's face.
Sarcastic smile.
"Where can the battle of star warriors be so exciting?"
"Is this season the same fake fight as before?" Wang Lan was confused in his heart. If it was a fake fight, no one would tell him how to fake a fight?
"The organizer of this issue seems to be promoting it to the outside world as being close to actual practice and never resorting to fraud. But based on the reputation of the previous two issues, who knows whether it is true or false. Maybe this issue is not.
But let me tell you, if you really fight against the star warriors, they won’t argue with you even a single word. They won’t have any warning before they strike. They will strike with a killing move, which can mean the difference between life and death in an instant.”
Wang Lan looked at the other party's sincere eyes and nodded silently. Huang Feilong once solemnly confessed these words to Wang Lan, and Wang Lan also met him in the training ground.
If Jiang Xinyu hadn't been strong enough, their team might have directly confessed to the star warrior who suddenly appeared and tried to get close to him on the pretext of being separated from his teammates.
The opponent's attack was a killing move, and Wang Lan didn't even see clearly how Xu Xiangwen's two clones had their throats slit in an instant.
But not all students can have actual combat experience like Wang Lan. Even if they simulate actual combat, it is still not actual combat. Do you want to believe that the battles between star warriors are really so harmonious? I don’t know how they will die by then.
And these words are not something that anyone would say easily to someone they don’t know.
"Thank you!" Wang Lan replied calmly, "By the way, why did you come to participate in the Star Martial Arts Tournament? Are you making your debut just to be famous like them?"
"Famous?" The other party smiled disdainfully, "In the eyes of ordinary people, you are indeed famous. But in the eyes of real star warriors, that is a shame."
"How to say?"
"Warriors are on the battlefield, and actors are in the palace. Star warriors are warriors who protect human civilization, not actors trying to please the public. Star martial arts are not art, let alone ornamental objects."
Wang Lan smiled casually, but she didn't think so in her heart. After saying so much, why didn't you show up here?
"I'm in it for the money!"
"money?"
"If you successfully reach the top 13, you will receive a reward of 100,000. If you reach the top 7,200,000, the top 4,400,000, if you reach the semi-finals, you will get 1,000,000, and the champion... 3,000,000 will be rewarded. I just want to get it."
That sum of money, I’ll leave as soon as I get the money!”
"Are you short of money?"
"Que!" The other party smiled and looked at the field, where the competition had already begun, "My name is Hu Qing."
"Wang Lan!" Wang Lan returned quietly in a low voice.
"Star warriors shouldn't be short of money... Star warriors have welfare subsidies, and even if they do jobs that ordinary people can do, their wages are much higher than ordinary people. Who would come here if they didn't need a lot of money urgently.
"
Wang Lan didn't speak silently, just listened. Hu Qing seemed to want to find someone to pour out his bitterness to, but Wang Lan didn't want to be his audience. The reason was that we were not familiar with it.
Hu Qing seemed to be aware of it, and quickly shut up, concentrating on watching the battle in front of him.
"Wang Lan, look at contestant No. 77, his sword skills are very sharp and steady, especially the falling sword technique and the sword changing technique are very skillful and gorgeous.
If he were on the battlefield again, he suddenly changed his sword and used his left-hand sword to unexpectedly kill the enemy. But the opponent he faced was far inferior to him in sword skills. If it was really an actual battle, No. 77
He should have opened No. 96's knife with one blow, and then chopped off No. 96's head with a backhand knife.
At this time, let alone a medical star warrior, even a god would not be able to save him.
But in order to show off his knife-changing and knife-dropping skills, he frequently changed and dropped the knife, making so many movements that were ornamental but of no practical use. If you meet him, be careful. Be careful with his left-hand knife.
His left hand is stronger than his right hand."
"Well!" Wang Lan listened to Hu Qing's explanation silently and analyzed it based on the battlefield in front of him. Hu Qing's eyesight is indeed very sharp and he is very experienced. There are still many things in the explanation that even Wang Lan ignored or could not think of at all.
question.
The whole morning lasted for nearly 200 matches, and neither Wang Lan nor Hu Qing played. The first day of the first round of preliminaries will definitely end, so the match between the two of them should be in the afternoon.
At 12 o'clock at noon, the preliminaries were suspended, and all the contestants left the venue sparsely to eat outside, and continued at 1:30 in the afternoon. In fact, half of the contestants left directly after the competition was completed.
The winner will play the second game tomorrow, and the loser will naturally be eliminated.
"Let's go!" Wang Lan stood up and greeted.
"No, I brought food." Hu Qing smiled and patted the package beside him.
Wang Lan stood up and left. When Wang Lan turned around the venue, Hu Qing picked up the package and put it on his knees, then slowly opened it. In the package, there was only a white-flour steamed bun, as big as an egg.
Hu Qing wolfed down a steamed bun, then unscrewed the water glass and drank it down. After swallowing the steamed bun, he opened his mouth with satisfaction and smiled.
"The gymnasium is so big. After going around for a while, I ended up here again..." Wang Lan's voice made Hu Qing shudder, and his face suddenly turned a little red.
"Speaking of which, I benefited a lot from listening to you talk about a lot of practical precautions and tips this morning. Is it not difficult for you if I treat you to a meal?"
"this……"
Wang Lan slowly took off the mask on her lower body, "Besides, we have a fight in the afternoon. I don't want to lose sight of you tomorrow just because you haven't eaten enough."
"Okay!" The other party was not a hypocritical person. After hearing what Wang Lan said, he stood up and walked towards Wang Lan.
"Hu Qing, if I play the game in a practical way, it won't be a foul, right?"
"Of course not. Since the Star Martial Arts Tournament promotes real battles, what's the problem with you playing the competition in a real way? But you can't kill people."
"What are you thinking about? Of course you won't kill anyone in a martial arts competition. I just want to know if I won't be persuaded to leave if I don't follow their old rules."
"Haha, let's try it."
"What kind of trouble have you encountered? Even if your family is in trouble, it won't be this difficult, right?" Wang Lan recalled the scene he just saw. This can't be described as poor, it is simply sad. Who would have thought of the majestic star warrior
, and actually just ate a steamed bun that could be swallowed in one bite.
Hu Qing shook his head with a wry smile, "My sister has terminal bone cancer. The doctor advised us to give up, but we don't want to give up. Even if I risk my life, she can live for one day, just one day."
Wang Lan did not continue to ask. She lowered her head and ate the food in front of her in three bites. "It's almost time. It's time to go to the sports club."
Not long after the afternoon game started, Hu Qing's number was reported.
"Little brother, I'm on the stage!"
"Actual combat?"
"Actual combat!"
"What if the other person wants to watch sex?"
"He won't, unless he wants to lose!" Hu Qing turned around straight, walked off the stage, and then entered the sixteenth ring.
At the beginning of the game, when the referee's whistle fell, Hu Qing's figure suddenly leaned forward, like a sharp sword thrust straight into the opponent's face.