The first thing to be done next is the qualifying round. According to the requirements of the conference, more than 90% of the contestants will be eliminated in this round, leaving only 16 people to advance to the open-air competition later.
After all, this is the first official martial arts conference. Although the model is transplanted from the tradition of the martial arts world, due to the lack of previous benchmarks for reference, there are very many contestants who have signed up for this year's competition, and it is even more mixed, with people from all walks of life participating. , and all thought they had a chance to compete for the championship, but little did they know that people with such thoughts might find it difficult to even enter the top fifty.
Therefore, it is really necessary to hold a qualifier to select the elite.
As the organizers hung the pre-drawn Budoka schedule on the wall, the qualifying rounds were about to begin.
Athletes can find their competition area based on the number plate they obtained when registering and the schedule map on the wall.
"Senior Brother Muyang, I'm in Arena No. 4." Ia found the corresponding arena based on his number.
"I'm on stage 9."
"I'm on stage 11."
Asuo and Lida said excitedly that they did not meet in the preliminaries, which showed that they were very lucky.
Mu Yang held his number plate and said with a smile: "I'm in the 8th stage. We are very lucky. We didn't meet in the preliminaries. If you perform normally, you have a good chance of entering the top 16!"
After hearing what Mu Yang said, Iya and the other three junior brothers immediately became full of confidence, clenching their fists and looking expectant. Due to the exertion, the entire fist shook slightly.
"Ah, Mu Yang, you came so quickly." A man wearing an orange martial arts uniform squeezed out of the crowd and came to Mu Yang and the others.
"Sun Wuhan, you arrived very quickly!"
Mu Yang looked at the visitor with a smile.
Sun Wufan laughed: "It took a lot of time to get here from Wuxing Mountain, but I finally didn't miss the registration." As he said that, he took his number plate in his hand and showed it off, "Hey, that's yours Where is your beautiful fiancée, why aren’t you with me?”
Mu Yang smiled and said: "Mexia is actually here, but she is hiding in the crowd and refuses to show up."
Sun Wuhan was startled, then realized that this might be a game played by the unmarried couple, and shook his head: "I don't know what you are doing."
At this time, Mu Yang introduced Sun Wufan to his junior brothers, "Iya, Asuo, and Lida, this is Sun Wufan, the disciple of Master Wutian, the God of Martial Arts. He is practicing in the temple with his senior brothers. a period of time."
Then he said to Sun Wuhan: "These three are my junior brothers, and they will also participate in this World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament."
"Hello." Sun Wufan greeted generously.
"Hello."
The three junior brothers also responded politely. The young man in front of them actually received training in the temple just like senior brother Mu Yang.
They heard their senior brother mention the matter of practicing in the temple. Those who are qualified to practice there must be very great martial arts masters. What's more, the other party is still a disciple of Teacher Wu Tian, so the eyes of several people looking at Sun Wuhan are not only surprised, but also curious.
"You're welcome. By the way, Gohan, what's your number?" Mu Yang smiled and asked about Sun Wuhan's entry number.
"No. 532, Arena No. 4."
"Didn't that mean we bumped into Ia?" Mu Yang said in surprise. 768 players are divided into sixteen stages, that is, 48 players in each stage, and only one person can qualify in the end. The purpose of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association is to determine the number one, which can be said to be very cruel.
"I'm on stage 4 too. It seems like I'm out of luck!" Ia said, shaking his head helplessly.
He originally thought that with his strength, he had a chance of qualifying, but who knew that the goddess of luck was so unfavorable to him that she actually put him in the same arena with this Sun Wufan, who was a disciple of Teacher Wu Tian and also practiced in the temple. Strong man, he has already sensed that the hope of qualifying is leaving him. Is there anything more tragic than this
"It can't be such a coincidence, right?!" Sun Wuhan said in surprise.
But that’s how the game is, and the element of luck is also very important during the game.
"Don't be discouraged, the important thing is to participate. Even if you meet Sun Wufan, being able to experience a high-level battle process is a reward, isn't it?"
Mu Yang patted his shoulder and comforted him.
Ia adjusted his mentality, clasped his fists at Sun Wuhan and said, "Please take good care of me then."
Sun Wuhan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down when the time comes."
After speaking, he looked at the dark crowd, shook his head and said, "There are so many people here!"
"Yes." Mu Yang also nodded.
There are indeed a few more people coming to participate in the World's No. 1 Budokai this time. Looking at their smug looks, most of them must be here for the championship or ranking, right? Of course, there are also many foresighted people like Oia, Asuo, and Lida. They had the mentality of "focusing on participation" from the beginning and never expected to win the championship.
As for them, what Mu Yang and Sun Wuhan can do is to prevent each other from regretting during the game.
At this time, a gong rang, and a staff member held a loudspeaker and announced: "All contestants participating in the competition, please come to the front of their respective arenas. The competition will start soon."
"Let's go, the game is about to begin."
"I wish everyone good results." After Mu Yang finished speaking, he walked towards the No. 8 arena.
"come on!"
Sun Wuhan and others also became serious, nodded, and went to their respective arenas.
At this time, in front of Arena No. 8, Mu Yang scanned the dark crowd in front of him. Although they were divided into groups, each group only had 48 people. However, because some of the contestants were extremely large, one person occupied a large area, and it still seemed that Extremely crowded.
As the referee at the edge of the ring announced the numbers of both sides, Mu Yang saw a gray-haired werewolf and a thick man wearing animal skins boarding the ring.
Soon the game started, and the gray werewolf roared, roared, clenched his fists, and hit the strong man hard. The fierce battle drew exclamations from the contestants in the audience.
Mu Yang watched calmly and shook his head slightly.
The above two people are obviously not heirs of traditional schools. Their movements and routines are very crude, and they rely on their brute strength... It seems that as the world's best martial arts club gradually becomes official and expands, the contestants have also begun to lose their standards. He really dares to get into the ring with all kinds of stuff.
"They have a lot of brute force, but they are completely unorganized. Those who didn't know better thought they were just two woodchoppers."
Mu Yang just glanced twice and roughly knew the result of the game. In fact, for this kind of competition with no foundation and very similar strength, it is the most difficult to tell who wins and who loses, because everything has possible! But relatively speaking, the werewolf has a greater chance of winning. Sure enough, not long after the game started, the gray werewolf gradually gained the upper hand with its bestiality.
"The result is very obvious, the werewolf is going to win."
The contestants in the audience exclaimed and began to comment.
"Boom!" The gray werewolf jumped up and struck the strong man on the chest with force. The strong man fell to the ground and trembled violently.
As the referee blew the whistle, the gray werewolf roared to victory and advanced to the second round of the selection.
The competition continues. There are 48 players in Arena No. 8, and twenty-four games are required in the first round of selection. Mu Yang stood in the corner with his arms folded, watching the boring game so hard that he almost fell asleep.
Alas, this year’s contestants are not good!
Mu Yang looked around with bored eyes and saw the situation on the next stage.
The girl in the light cyan cheongsam named Meili stepped onto the ring, and her opponent was a shirtless man.
When Mu Yang saw it, he couldn't help but smile. Meili's opponent was actually the third runner-up of the so-called World Fighting Championship - Aman, who challenged the Tenshin-ryu Martial Arts Hall a few days ago.
"It's true that we are enemies. This guy was defeated by Nice just now, and now he has fallen into Mexia's hands again. It's really bad luck."
Mu Yang shook his head, wanting to see how Mexia, disguised as "Meili", bullied that ignorant but arrogant fighter.
"Little girl, I want you to make the first move."
The fighter Aman behaved quite generously. After being knocked down by Nice with a punch, he learned a lesson and reflected on his previous arrogance. However, he never thought that a girl he met casually in a martial arts club would... Although he looks so fragile, he is actually a very powerful master.
"...Then you will lose." came the other party's cold voice.
"Um?"
Aman's eyelids twitched, and he seemed to feel something bad. Just as a hint of ominousness rose in his heart, he heard a bang and suffered a impact on his chest. The violent impact suddenly caused his heart to stop. Aman's face began to turn blue, his brain was dizzy and he fell backwards.
"How could this happen? This woman is so powerful!"
"...Is this the best martial arts club in the world?"
The moment before he lost consciousness, Aman's face was filled with disbelief that he had lost to a girl of about twenty years old. He was knocked down with just one blow. Is he, the third runner-up in the fighting world, made of mud or water? It's too weak!
No, it's not that he is too weak, but those martial arts masters are too perverted.
(End of chapter)