"Okay, if you want to touch it, just touch it. In addition, when you come back next year, you will have to drive in the future." Old Man Lu smiled and stopped. There was a red light in front of him.

"Stupid boy."

Old man Lu looked at Fang Cheng.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"I just thought about it. In order to make you more motivated and enthusiastic, if you can win the championship this time." Old Man Lu looked up at the red light in front of him, and there were still ten seconds left, paused for a while and continued:

"I will lend you this car to you for your own sake!"

"What!"

I can drive a sports car worth more than 10 million!?

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly became hot.

If a man doesn’t like a car, he can drive the car at will after winning the championship.

Tsk tsk!

Fang Cheng became excited and rubbed his hands. He felt a little embarrassed, but he was very moved and didn't want to refuse.

"Thank you, master! I'll try to win the championship." Fang Cheng laughed dryly, and without pretending to shirk it, he responded directly.

"That's good. No matter whether you have the strength to win the championship or not, you must have the courage to win the championship!"

If you don’t even dare to think about it, then you can compete with the competition. You can directly determine the position based on the level of the warrior and muscle strength. It’s easier to rank the position and rank. There is no fixed number of martial arts, and martial arts itself is a miracle!

But Old Man Lu was happy when he saw the red light turning into a green light and stepped on the accelerator.

As far as he knows, although this Little Pearl Competition is very small, there are still a few professional-level initial stages, not to mention that there is also a martial arts genius from a medium-sized martial arts school, who also has a good level in the professional-level initial stages.

Fang Cheng wants to win the championship?

Unless the sows can be climbed onto trees.

…………

January 12th.

On the third floor of the Hiltu Hotel in Pearl Square, there is a magnificent martial arts hall. There are many spectators sitting in a dense manner, some of whom are bored to watch the competition, and some are coming to observe and study.

There are two cameras at the door, with the words printed on the side of the camera: Yunhai City Life Channel.

It's the TV station who does live broadcasts.

Although it is a small martial arts competition, it is better than nothing. There will always be audiences when broadcasting live.

Fang Cheng walked around the main entrance and walked towards the waiting room behind.

The master didn't come today and said he was waiting for my good news. Fang Cheng thought about the master's face, as if he was more confident than himself, and his desire to win became stronger.

The competition is first, the prize is second, and a desire to win is rooted in Fang Cheng's heart.

"This guy, today's five rounds of knockout rounds, then the quarterfinals will be decided according to the score, and then the next day, the professional level of the quarterfinals must be booked. Fang Cheng has only been practicing for more than a month, and it depends on luck to enter the quarterfinals."

Old Man Lu, who was sitting at home, took a sip of tea lightly. He couldn't go to the scene to watch it. If he lost, where would the young man have to put his face?

So I just waited at home, and Fang Cheng would probably come back after a few games in the afternoon.

He had something he didn't say.

In fact, he had already bought a ticket for Fang Cheng, and the ticket to go home tomorrow morning.

Fang Cheng didn't know what these old man Lu thought. He was sitting in the waiting room, which was very large, more than 200 square meters. Nearly seventy or eighty contestants were standing or comfortable on the sofa, two or three people chatting together.

Of course there are also those who are alone.

"Look, the middle-aged man in blue clothes over there is a professional first-class player, and he is a good player."

"There is also the young man on the left, who is also a professional first-class student. He is said to be only twenty-one years old! He seems to be named Tan An! It is the signature of a martial arts school!"

"Hey, there are two professional-level experts sitting on the innermost sofa. These are four professional-level experts, and the quota for the quarterfinals is shortened at once."

"We'll just compete for the top eight, and the top four must be at this professional level."

"Yes, there's no chance."

A group of participating warriors talked about the high-profile talk, confident and vigorous.

"Everyone, calm down. I am the manager of the public relations department of Hilto Hotel. I will call my name later. Participants who call my name are asked to go on stage to participate in the knockout competition. Our competition chart has been arranged and will be sent to you later."

"In addition, the knockout round is held at the same time in three rings. Our venue is sufficient. It is expected to end before 5 pm at the latest to determine the quarter-finals. For the quarter-finals, warriors are required to continue participating tomorrow morning. After the detailed situation is over, we will explain in detail to the quarter-finals, and if you don't know anything, you can call me at any time."

A middle-aged man with gold-edged eyes said to everyone that the waiting room was very large. In order for everyone to hear it, he needed to shout loudly. After saying that, he couldn't help but breathe a few breaths, looked at the people who were not having any problems, looked around with a polite smile, and returned to the competition channel to arrange the competition.

“Yeah? Competition watchmaking?”

Soon, a dedicated service staff sent everyone a competition form.

Fang Cheng glanced at his eyes and looked for his name in the black words on the white a4 paper. Well, I found it, five games, the first game was in the second round, the second round, the fourth round...

Each round of three rings will compete at the same time, and the results will be settled before the end. In the next round, this kind of martial arts competition is also very physically testable. Generally, in the fourth and fifth rounds, many warriors who performed well in the front will be physically deprived and will make mistakes and lose in the last two rounds.

"Well, the first game is amateur high-level high-level, high-picture?"

Fang Cheng looked at his competition system secretly and analyzed calmly.

Then there was an amateur middle, an amateur high, and a professional level?! Fang Cheng saw that he actually fought against a professional level in the fourth round, and smiled bitterly, and his luck was bad enough.

Among the four professional level, no matter the competition, only twenty of the more than 70 participants will encounter professional first-level strong men, which basically means that they have lost one game.

"So what about professional level? Although Yan Huobao is not very skilled, it is still OK to use a few moves and moves. Moreover, I am rich in strength. The strength of 2 points has reached the initial level of professional level. Even if I don't have any fighting experience, I have to fight before I know how to win or lose!"

It is impossible to make me give in!

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes and shined lights through his eyes.

What he has to consider now is the first game, the amateur high-level players!

"Gaotu! Fang Cheng! Please come here."

From the waiting room to the competition venue, the staff shouted a few times.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his eyes calmed down, and he walked towards the passage, and on the other side, Gaotu also bounced from the sofa.

The two walked to the passage and looked at each other. Under the guidance of the staff, they walked through the passage and headed towards the ring No. 3. At this time, the other two participating warriors in the ring No. 3 were ready and they were waiting for the warriors in the ring No. 3 to take their seats and start the competition.

The three arenas are held at the same time, and the audience can also choose to watch it selectively. There will be no uninteresting match that affects the atmosphere of the entire audience.

This was also decided by the organizer's multiple considerations.

Fang Cheng and Gao Tu walked onto the ring and stood on both sides with the center of the ring as the point, three meters away from each other.

The middle-aged referee in white glanced at Fang Cheng, and the student spirit was very strong.

"Start, one minute conversation time!"

Although Fang Cheng was confident, he participated in a martial arts competition for the first time. His head was empty and he didn't know what to say. Looking at Gao Tu, the older young man opposite him, he was so short.

Gao Tu glanced at the bottom, and several of his friends on the right were staring at this side with bright eyes. When they saw his eyes, they waved their arms to cheer him up and down. Gao Tu chuckled and looked at Fang Cheng up and down.

Well, I should still be a student, I am quite young and don’t know that I am learning boxing.

Although the Internet is developed in modern society, some martial arts powerful people can check the usual moves and trump cards in detail, who would pay attention to them by amateurs like them?

To kill the master with random punches, the amateur level is to rely on physical fitness to fight experience. It is impossible to prepare in advance.

However, according to the information, he should be in the middle of the amateur level. Gao Tu nodded slightly. He was disdainful of such a rookie, verbal and psychological warfare.

He looked at Fang Cheng lightly and said nothing.

"Xi!"

The referee blew a whistle.

Gao Tu's eyes condensed, his body leaned forward, his left foot stepped forward, and his right foot tried to keep up! He took two steps in front of Fang Cheng and punched him straight!

The referee watched nervously from the side, ready to rescue Fang Cheng at any time.

No one is optimistic about Fang Cheng!

He is too young!

"Good come!"

Fang Cheng sighed in his heart. The first time he stood on the ring, the audience around him was dark and it was fake to say that he was not nervous, but no one here knew him, and no one came to cheer for him. He had to fight alone!

He thought it thoroughly in the waiting room and had no fighting experience, so he would respond to changes in the same way as he would!

As long as you don’t defeat yourself, you will always have a chance to win!

"Bang!"

Fang Cheng put his right hand horizontally and his left hand in front of him. Gao Tu's straight punch was blocked steadily by him.

"Yeah? The power is average?"

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and his hands didn't shake, and he resisted steadily.

“Huh?”

Gao Tu's eyes were confused and flashed, and Fang Cheng didn't even move this straight punch! What kind of physical fitness is this? Only professional level can do this?
To be continued...