After entering the venue, Song Luo didn't feel anything was wrong.

Everything was as usual. The auditoriums on both sides were filled with audiences from all over the world, including many members of the martial arts gym who were dressed very flashily.

Song Luo just took a quick glance and could only sense a few of them emitting a slight amount of true energy. Most of the others were ordinary people. Song Luo even saw a guy who was known as the "Lightning Mother Tai Chi" but he was weak and couldn't even keep fit. He just saw such a business opportunity and was ready to make money.

What can Song Luo say about this?

I can only wish them good luck. After all, on the way here, Song Luo also saw the meeting briefing that Tang Yushu gave him, which mentioned that the behavior of pretending to be extraordinary people to open martial arts schools should be rectified.

Guys like this will probably be shut down by the relevant authorities once they return to their own territory.

There was no need for Song Luo to do anything.

"Representative Song, this is today's match list. We will have eight matches in the morning and eight in the afternoon, and it will end around four o'clock today."

The venue manager handed Song Luo a list, which included the players for today's competition, as well as the referees, auditors, and even the commentators for the broadcast.

Song Luo took a look and found that the person in charge had marked it with red notes, such as a certain player came from a certain martial arts school and was a seed player in this conference.

Among the 32 players who entered the group stage of 16, 25 were men and only 7 were women.

The order of the groups is messy, and it seems that they were drawn by lot.

However, the order should be able to be arranged. The first game will be against a player of similar strength, both of whom are first-level transcendents. They should be able to get into a stalemate, adding some highlights to the game.

Because there were several matches later where a level 2 transcendent fought against a level 1 transcendent, and there was even one match where a level 2 transcendent fought against a player who had not yet completed the classification.

Of course, the fact that the classification has not yet been completed is just a nice way of saying it. To put it bluntly, it is... not up to standard.

Of these sixteen matches, only three were evenly matched, and the remaining thirteen were not fair fights.

Of course, drawing lots to decide the opponent is the fairest way. After all, there is only one champion, and the championship is only worthy of the strong.

If you participate in the competition when you are weak, you will naturally be beaten to the ground by the strong ones, and there is nothing you can do about it.

However, Song Luo was still very interested in the eighth and final game in the morning.

Because the eighth match was a battle between two first-level transcendents, one of whom was Song Luo’s younger sister whom he had previously favored.

The girl who won the first game of the opening ceremony.

Her name is Wang Wei, a very ordinary name.

The girl's appearance is not particularly stunning, but her youthful and lively aura makes her quite eye-catching. No matter what others think, Song Luo likes her very much.

This kind of liking is not the kind of liking with a dirty heart, but an appreciation of beautiful things.

Song Luo did not go to the official podium to watch the game, but to the special audience seats on the side.

Song Luo doesn't really want to expose himself to the public. Some people want to attract everyone's attention, but Song Luo is not such a person. Instead of attracting other people's attention and becoming a public figure, Song Luo would rather be an unknown bystander.

"Representative Song, would you like something to drink?"

The person in charge who was supposed to be at the rostrum walked over attentively and kept chattering in Song Luo's ear.

The sounds of fists and feet clashing echoed throughout the competition venue. The person in charge sounded a bit irritated. Song Luo glanced at him and said, "No need for anything. Sir, just focus on watching the game. We won't have much to do with each other after today, so there's no need to keep paying me any attention."

After hearing Song Luo's words, the expression on the person in charge's face became a little uncomfortable.

But he also understood that the person in front of him was not someone he could offend, so he could only swallow his anger, nod and bow to Song Luo again for a while, and then carefully leave.

Song Luo felt much better after the annoying 'fly' left. Xiaobai beside him also sat obediently in the seat next to him, sticking out his tongue, and seemed to be watching the game seriously, looking a little naive.

The man and the dog watched the game in the audience.

For Song Luo, the fight between the first-level transcendents was quite interesting and much better than the first day.

Song Luo also came to watch the fight on the first day. At that time, Song Luo felt that most of the extraordinary people were fighting with their fists, and there was nothing much to say about these extraordinary people on the first day.

Although the moves of the extraordinary people here today are immature, they at least have some routines. It can be seen that their moves are exquisite and much more powerful than the Turtle Fist.

However, Song Luo could also see that they seemed to lack experience. Although they fought beautifully in the ring challenge, they did not seem to be very good at actual combat.

In a ring fight, it is important to stop at the right time.

In order to score points, many players unconsciously change their ideas, and because there is no life-and-death threat, they do not feel any sense of crisis.

Seeing this, Song Luo could only nod, indicating that it didn't matter.

Sooner or later, these greenhouse flowers will face a life-and-death crisis, and by then Song Luo hopes that they can live a little longer.

While Song Luo was thinking, the first game gradually ended. After a short break, the second game began.

However, the following matches were not as exciting as the first one. After all, it was a battle between a second-level transcendent and a first-level transcendent, and a battle between a junior high school student and an elementary school student. There was really nothing much to say.

What made Song Luo speechless was that the interval between each game ranged from ten to twenty minutes, and the game time was only two or three minutes... Damn.

Quite boring.

Song Luo played with his phone for a while. Before he could open the chat app to check what was going on, he heard a brief exclamation in his ear: "Wow... What a cute dog! Slurp, slurp, slurp."

Who is there teasing Xiaobai?

Song Luo turned his head and saw several girls who looked to be around twenty years old standing next to Xiaobai, who seemed to want to please Xiaobai.

But Xiaobai raised his head, with the Samoyed's snow-white hair standing up, looking very arrogant. He ignored those girls and was very disdainful.

Seeing this scene, Song Luo was actually amused. At this moment, he also heard the girls whispering, "What a proud dog! Let's take a video. I..."

Hearing this, Song Luo could no longer ignore it and could only step forward and say, "Ahem, sorry, my dog ​​is not suitable for video shooting."