Fang Cheng won?!

On the 2nd arena, the white-clothed referee was stunned. He glanced at Sun Tianguang below the stage and looked at Fang Cheng speechlessly. He actually forgot to judge the result of the competition. He was really shocked.

"Wow!"

The audience was quiet, and then there was a burst of intense cheers and applause.

"Damn, I'm blind."

"This is not a fake fight, right?"

"My God, a big dark horse, I just fought hard for the first-level professional level and even fell down. This party is too cruel, Oh my God."

In an instant, the audience went from silence to a frying pan. He was so scared that No. 1 and No. 3 were still fighting fiercely, trembling all over, and he had no idea what was going on!

They couldn't figure out why Sun Tianguang lost.

But reality is right in front of you, it really happened. A young man won a professional first-level warrior in two minutes on stage! Some audiences who have been paying attention to Fang Cheng's first round have witnessed his high fighting spirit and exquisite moves now!

"Dark horse! Big dark horse! This side is about to go against the will of heaven!"

Sun Jingya, standing in the audience, looked red. She was already middle-aged and had become accustomed to a life of strictness and no surprises. In her cognition, there was no miracle in life.

However, Fang Cheng, the ring in front of him, broke her worldview for the first time.

“That’s so wonderful!”

Sun Jingya admired and couldn't help but breathe a few breaths. She just held her breath and watched the wonderful duel on the ring that changed instantly and was about to break into a touch. Her heart, which had long been smoothed by life, was beating.

Yes, the excitement of martial arts lies in the fact that after fighting, you will know that miracles exist!

The truth of the unyielding spirit of martial arts is to defeat the strong with the weak and fight against the big with the small!

"It seems that he has the strength of the first-level professional level!" Sun Jingya sighed softly. She had to admit that even though she was worth tens of millions, she was still shocked by the figure on the stage.

In the past, even if he was a professional level, in Sun Jingya's view, he was just a martial artist.

But now, she looked at Fang Cheng and felt a little envious.

"Fang Chengsheng!"

The white-clothed referee in the ring finally realized. He looked at Fang Cheng from head to toe and passed the verdict.

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, looking at the audience.

These audiences who cheered me looked at the crowded audience in the stands. Some of them waved to themselves, shouted at themselves, and some smiled at themselves. Fang Cheng's mind buzzed, his blood surged, and his mood was rolling.

This is victory!

If this is happiness, I hope to continue to be happy.

A novelty and exciting mood that had never been seen before, Fang Cheng smiled and waved his hand to the audience. He walked down the ring and looked at Sun Tianguang with a complicated look on his face.

"You played very well."

Fang Cheng comforted that he did not hold grudges because of Sun Tianguang's conversation before the game. That was a psychological tactic, and he did not insult his personality, so why bother to be serious?

"Yes, you are also very awesome..." Sun Tianguang looked at Fang Cheng standing in front of him in a complicated manner, smiled bitterly, and couldn't help asking, "Well, can I ask something?"

"Ask." The two walked towards the passage, returned to the waiting room to prepare for the rest, and welcomed the fifth round of knockout round.

"How old are you this year?"

Sun Tianguang asked, he really couldn't understand why such a young and young man in front of him had such strong strength. Although he was convinced of his loss, he was always a little unwilling to accept it.

"Yeah, you're nineteen years old."

Fang Cheng thought about it and said that this was not privacy. If the other party wanted to know, please tell him.

In fact, by year one, I am still eighteen years old, but it has passed New Year's Day, so it doesn't matter if I count one more year.

“…”

Sun Tianguang's eyes were straight.

A nineteen-year-old professional first-class?

Such a genius, how could he participate in such a small competition?

Suddenly, he suddenly realized that it was here to accumulate experience and accumulate experience... After reading a few words in secret, he said nothing, and looked at Fang Cheng silently, walked to the side to adjust his body and mind, preparing for the next round of the game.

In the waiting room, many participants were confused, not knowing that the outside suddenly became quiet and then suddenly became noisy.

Soon, someone knew what was going on outside.

"It's him, who defeated Sun Tianguang strongly."

"What's his name?"

"Call Fang Cheng, you look very young." The warriors in the waiting room whispered.

A thin man with moxican hairstyle turned apart and sighed: "My opponent will be him in the next round of the game."

"Brother, I wish you good luck." "My brother is amazing." Several warriors next to him laughed immediately. It was indeed unlucky to meet Fang Cheng. Will someone who can defeat Sun Tianguang lose to an amateur warrior?

Of course not.

He will definitely lose in the next round.

"Okay, everyone is in the top four. Oh, I won all the first four rounds, and I thought I could win the fifth round, but I didn't expect to meet him." The thin man with a slim hairstyle curled his lips and was prepared to admit defeat.

When he meets Sun Tianguang, he will definitely lose, not to mention fighting with Fang Cheng.

"kindness?"

A young man in brown tights looked at Fang Cheng lightly in the corner.

Unexpectedly, I could meet a genius warrior here, which was interesting... Tan An's mouth drew a curve. He was a genius from a medium-sized martial arts school. He had been in the early stage of professional level for more than a year. In the early stage of professional level, he asked himself that he was strong. He had already made up his mind to the champion of the Little Pearl Cup.

Winning the championship can also increase the name of the martial arts school and some bonuses.

Tan An withdrew his gaze and said that he would win the championship. Even if a Fang Cheng appeared, he didn't care much. This was the confidence accumulated in more than a year of martial arts competitions.

He also has this strength.

The middle-aged warrior in blue on the side also looked at Fang Cheng several times, as if he had some consideration in his heart.

"Brother Sun? You really lost?"

Sun Tianguang and his junior brother were saying with a complicated look on their faces, "Yes, Fang Cheng is too fierce. It is also very dangerous for you to meet him. The only way is to wander around and fight. Don't try to fight him head-on."

Thinking of the fierceness above the ring, Sun Tianguang shook his head.

His junior brother is even worse than him. Although he is also a professional first-class player, he still loses more and wins less when encountering a player like Fang Cheng.

The fifth round ended soon.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but touch his chin. I won without a fight. The opponent in the fifth round actually gave in.

After the quarterfinals were finalized in the knockout round, some of the losers were unwilling and some were angry, but they left one by one immediately and lost. Why are they still staying? Is it embarrassing?

There were only eight people left in the huge waiting room.

Tan An and Fang Cheng, a professional middle-aged blue-clothed middle-aged man, Sun Tianguang and his junior brother, as well as three amateur high-level warriors.

Among the three amateur high-level warriors, one is a female warrior, elegant and vulgar, with a heroic look on her face.

When martial arts reaches the professional level or above, there are very few female warriors. Even if you can meet such a beautiful woman in the quarterfinals, it will be pleasing to the eye even if you are an opponent.

Yu Xiu smiled slightly. She was very confident in her appearance. No matter where she was, her good looks could attract attention. She looked at Tan An and glanced at Fang Cheng again. In her opinion, the champion must be Tan An, and Fang Cheng might be the second or third.

As for the other three professional-level early stages, Sun Tianguang has already lost to Yu Fangcheng, and his junior brother may not be as good as him. Although the middle-aged man in blue is in the professional-level early stage, based on his performance in five rounds of knockout rounds, he is very average in the professional-level early stage.

Eight people stood here, and the top few could basically be determined.

Her wonderful eyes flowed, and thoughts flashed through her mind. If a genius warrior like Tan An could have a good relationship, he would even be in a pair of people...

After repeated measurements in Yu Xiu's mind, Tan An was the best person present.

"Everyone."

A voice interrupted Yu Xiu's thoughts.

Sun Yajing walked to the waiting room, stood in front of the eight people, glanced around, and stopped on Fang Cheng for a while, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to you for entering the quarterfinals of the Little Pearl Cup. Please come here at 10 o'clock tomorrow to hold the quarterfinals of the eighth knockout round."

"A total of three matches are needed. After the rankings come out, the bonus will be delivered to you in cash. Please have a good rest tonight and see you tomorrow."

"Just contact me anytime if you have any questions."

Sun Jingya is worthy of being the general manager of Yunhai Region. She added some details of the quarterfinals and handed the business cards to eight people one by one.

"come on."

She put the last business card in Fang Cheng's hand and smiled slightly.

Among the eight people, she admires Fang Cheng the most. Although as the organizer, she deeply understands Tan An's strength and understands that most of the champions are Tan An.

But when I recalled the fourth round of the game, Fang Cheng was amazed in the ring.

She couldn't help but feel nervous. Will there be a miracle tomorrow? What if the side wins?

Isn’t this the charm of martial arts?

The eight people looked at each other, but they didn't say anything, and there was no need to say anything. The middle-aged man in blue left first, and Fang Cheng and others also picked up their backpacks or left empty-handed.
To be continued...