Chapter 87 ten thousand people's attention (the ninth watch)
The year-end fight, which attracted the attention of all, is finally about to begin.
The fight time is set at 23:00.
After the big data calculation of the club, one hour is enough for two people to finish the game.
The fastest 99 games in history: Guangkun.
The king who has already challenged in the a-section: Bai Zhao.
This is a century war.
A month has passed since Guangkun's official announcement challenged Bai Zhao.
This month, the club exhausted all means of propaganda to build momentum for the war.
Even in order to sell more tickets, the club, at all costs, built an open-air fight field in a short period of one month. The number of seats to watch the fight is ten times more than that in the fight building.
These tickets are all money.
Both the citizens of Yuliang city and the distinguished guests from the nearby provinces have already flocked to it.
A week ago, the rooms in Yuliang hotel were sold out.
As for tickets.
The cattle are out of reach.
For fight fans, this is the biggest event in recent years.
Because of the particularity of fighting and the possible death, the club has no network broadcasting right, which is also the reason why tickets are expensive.
The audience in the back row can only hold the telescope.
During this period, the telescopes in Yuliang city were sold out.
It's 16 p.m.
It's seven hours before the fight starts.
But the fight field has begun to check tickets. There are hundreds of security guards at the gate, some of whom are leaders of the first class.
There are four judges in this fight, all of them are three level martial artists.
Although the fight match allows the dead to die, but this time it is a special situation, we must not die in vain.
Before, Bai Zhao had killed many fighters who had already given up.
This time, absolutely not allowed.
Besides, Mr. Tidu also said in person that Guangkun, a contestant, is a college entrance student. Within the permission of the rules, the safety of Guangkun should be guaranteed to the greatest extent.
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"Wow, a lot of people. The spotlight is shining. The tickets in the front row are very expensive."
Everyone in the potential class is seated.
The seats in the auditorium are ladder shaped and divided into four areas, Southeast, northwest and northwest.
Potential class is in VIP east area.
The VIP area has the best vision and is close to the grandstand. People look back at the dark crowd behind them and feel superior.
The rest chattered excitedly.
Even those who are not interested in fighting begin to look forward to the next competition.
It's the same as watching a concert, focusing on one atmosphere.
"99 wins in a row?
"If I Liao Ji is here to practice, today's protagonist must be me.
"No matter what Guangkun or Baizhao are, they are bound to be the losers of my subordinates."
Liao Ji looks scornful.
"Brother, wait until the game is over, then talk."
Liao Ping warned.
He's afraid that Liao Ji's boasting will be too full and humiliating for a while.
"You see, it'll be up to you."
Liao Ji is angry.
"Alas!"
Liao Ping ignores his brother. He carries a bag on his back, but his face is sad.
No one knows. Su Yue is one of the main characters today.
If he loses, he will probably die.
The tickets here are all from SuYue.
Dai Yuegui and other instructors sat at the back, only sun Zhiwei accompanied Su Yue backstage.
West Area.
"Dad, I'm a little excited. I want to go up there."
When he came, Wang Lufeng was still ten thousand unwilling and felt childish.
But after stepping into the fight field, he has been trapped in a strong competitive atmosphere.
"You?
"You are a pure Qi and blood warrior, you will lose in one move."
Wang Nanguo shook his head.
"I don't believe... Your son is Lu Feng. He has the resources of a grand master. It's not easy to defeat these ants. "
Wang Lufeng's mouth was curled.
South Area.
Hua Xiong and Lao Zhao are also in the VIP area, thanks to Su Yue, or they won't get tickets at all.
"Hua Xiong, can Su Yue win in the end?"
The closer he gets to the game, the more worried he is.
"Sure to win!"
Huaxiong clenches his fist.
No one saw it. His palms were full of sweat.
In the Southern District.
There is also a lonely audience: Wang Boyan.
During this period, he personally trained Su Yue, at the same time, he was also analyzing Bai Zhao.
But the deeper the analysis, the clearer it will be.
Su Yue, there is really no winner.
Now the only hope is that Su Yue can survive.
In addition to the four regions in the southeast, northwest, there is also a referee emergency area.
This is to guard against some accidents.
And pan Yizheng and the governor, both slightly dressed in low-key, mixed in the emergency area.
Their identity is not suitable for publicity.
This area is very secretive.
"The fighting atmosphere of Yuliang city should really be learned by other cities.
"The mission of the martial arts is to go to the battlefield and shed blood. It's to protect the country. But now there are more and more martial arts with Qi and blood. They just want to get promoted and get rich."
The atmosphere here makes pan Yizheng happy.
But when you think about the situation in other cities, he has another heartache.
"After decades of peace in Shenzhou, people began to feel at ease. It will take some time to awaken people's sense of suffering.
"But I think the service life of Qi and blood warrior is too short."
Suddenly, said the inspector.
"The Ministry of military has handed over the advice to the Shenzhou cabinet, extended the service period, and is studying it."
Pan Yi said with a cold face.
Night came.
The audience in the stands is gradually full.
The clock points to 22:50.
Ten minutes later, the fight will begin.
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Background preparation room.
The club wants to protect the privacy of the fighters. There are only two people here.
Su Yue looks like a bridegroom in a brand-new white Zhongshan suit with a small flat head and a greasy face.
"SuYue, I think you should wear something loose."
Sun Zhiwei shook his head.
Free fight, no restrictions on clothes, before going on the court, take off shoes and security check, no one can replace weapons on the stage.
The only thing that a fighter can carry Qi and blood is a fist set or a ring.
"I also want to keep a low profile, but you can see how many fans I have. I'm sorry not to wear those fluorescent sticks."
Through the window, Su Yue has a look at the seats for the battle.
He now has a feeling of being a superstar.
Sun Zhiwei's hands were shaking.
It's a fight, not a star chase, not a concert.
What do you mean by all the fluorescent rods?
What about fun?
There are two other colors for key assistance.
The fluorescent rod supporting Guangkun is fluorescent white.
White trillion's response color is scarlet, which is a very strange color.
But on the whole, Guangkun has more fans than Baizhao.
No wonder.
In the publicity of the club, Guangkun is a fighter with unique benevolence and righteousness. He will never be killed. In this way, his audience is very good.
Bai Zhao's supporters are all loyal fans.
They advocate violence, and even propaganda slogans are violent.
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The bell rang at 23 o'clock.
Two professional hosts clapped the microphone.
"Welcome to fight club..."
After an official prologue, the host sprang to his feet.
"Please... Tonight's cross year protagonist, the king of club fight... White omen of the devil. "
The spotlights were flung together in the middle.
A middle-aged man in a black training suit came out slowly, but he didn't hide his appearance.
At this moment, the whole audience is quiet.
Although it is a state of taste, this man, however, gives people a great oppression.
"Instructor, prepare to celebrate for me!"
Su Yue put on a pure white mask.