"If we can't break the deadlock, it's only a matter of time before Cao Mengda is defeated."
Liu Jiaxiong is very professional.
There wasn't much to watch in the first few rounds. He often talked nonsense and even dragged out the Wushu Association to despise and ridicule them. But now, he has demonstrated his professionalism and is convincing.
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This is the Southern Province Annual Martial Arts Exchange Conference.
Gan Zhi was holding her phone and watching the live broadcast of the first martial arts conference in Southern Province.
When he saw Lin Bin holding a Mo Dao with great vigor and that Cao Mengda, the tiger of the serious crime squad, had to retreat step by step and was completely suppressed, there was almost a gleam of light in his eyes.
"This big knife..."
She couldn't help but think of the scene and picture of herself holding such a big knife and "killing everyone" in the ring.
So cool!
It’s not that the Eight-Cut Sword is not powerful, but in terms of character, Gan Zhi prefers this kind of bold and powerful sword-drawing weapon!
On the stage, Gan Ye is competing with his opponent.
He is a strong man, but Gan Ye is not weak either.
Especially this guy is very 'martial'!
He doesn't commit fouls or sneak attacks, but he always hits weird places, like stepping on toes. For example, right now, this guy almost ripped his opponent's ear off!!!
Even after being punched twice in the chest, he didn't let go, causing the other person to scream in pain.
Bang!
Then, Gan Ye seized the opportunity to step on the toes and add a series of moves to end the game.
'Ouch! ! ! !'
At the scene, there was a lot of cheers.
Gan Ye smiled brightly and didn't care about it at all.
The fight wasn't exciting enough?
It’s not exciting enough!
This is exactly the effect we want!
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Backstage.
Chairman Zhou and other senior officials of the Southern Province Wushu Association all had dark faces and looked very unhappy.
"Gan Ye, Gan Zhi!!!"
"They did it on purpose!"
"These two troublemakers, damn it! I can see that their purpose in signing up is to be troublemakers and mess up our competition!"
"Be careful, if they are the troublemakers, then aren't we..."
"??? Are you fucking disgusting?!"
“That’s enough!”
President Zhou growled, his expression growing even uglier. "As long as they don't break the rules, it's up to them how they play. Do we really need to expel them from the competition?"
He is upset now.
So depressing!
At this point, how can you not see that the domineering brother and sister are definitely here to cause trouble?
regret!
I regret not taking advantage of this incident to promote it properly. I regret that I was too afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind, and was afraid that there was some conspiracy.
But what made him even more unbearable was that the strength of the contestants on their side was far inferior to that of the contestants at the First Martial Arts Conference of Southern Province.
The average level is one level lower, or maybe even two levels lower!
The 80 million yuan prize for the champion attracted these people?!
A few days ago, he was still quite happy because he felt that the strength of both sides was about the same, and at most it was a bit disgusting that the domineering brother and sister acted as troublemakers.
But today, when the quarterfinals of the Southern Province First Martial Arts Tournament started, one by one the contestants began to tear off their disguises and reveal their true strength, while his side remained the same, he realized that it was not that the two sides were similar, but that the masters of the Southern Province First Martial Arts Tournament were not serious at all!
The gap is too big.
Plus, the two troublemakers, the boss brother and sister, keep making people feel disgusted...
President Zhou felt that he needed to take a few more magic pills, otherwise he would inevitably get cirrhosis of the liver or even a cerebral hemorrhage.
Lost.
Even if I don't want to admit it, I am still clear-headed in my heart.
In the "invisible" competition between these two events, our side was completely and completely defeated.
Competition scale, number of participants, strength of experts, and viewing experience...
All important 'parameters' were completely beaten by the First Martial Arts Conference in Southern Province.
Who the hell can I go to for justice?
At this moment, he suddenly became discouraged and lost all his energy.
well!
Chairman Zhou put his hand on his forehead and said, "That's enough. Stop arguing. No matter what, the competition isn't over yet. We must be responsible and do our last duty."
"Everyone get busy."
"But the president."
"Are we just going to let this pair of troublemakers do whatever they want? Otherwise, let's change the rules. No stepping on toes, no picking noses, no pulling ears, no biting ears..."
"Are you a pig brain?"
President Zhou was speechless and almost didn't have the energy to curse.
"International competitions don't prohibit these things, so are we going to create our own rules?"
"Even if they're shameless enough to change or create their own rules, what about the contestants who were previously eliminated due to toes being stepped on, ears being pulled, etc.?"
"Should we give them another chance?"
"Do you think our reputation isn't bad enough, and public opinion isn't chaotic enough?"
"Everyone get out!"
“···”
The vice president and directors walked away with their necks shrunk.
President Zhou stood by the window, looking at the bustling conference hall outside, but he only felt waves of coldness sweeping in from all directions, as if it would drown him in the next second.
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choke!
The knife and stick collided again, sparks flying.
Cao Mengda smiled bitterly, retreated to the edge of the ring, and let his hands hang down.
"I give up."
At this moment, his arms were shaking wildly, and even his legs were trembling slightly.
In terms of strength, he is really not weak, but facing Lin Bin's unreasonable Mo Dao, he can only dodge and block.
After dozens of blows, even a second-level enhancer couldn't bear it. His arms were in great pain, as if his bones were broken. If he continued to fight, he would be killed within three or five blows.
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