Binhai City was not the only venue for the qualifiers of the World Freestyle Fighting Competition in China. There were also venues in Beijing and Demon City. Experts from all over the country gathered together.
What made people from other countries feel strange was that the participants from China were basically all under the age of 35. Those experts above the age of 35 either didn't come or didn't sign up at all. They just watched. They didn't understand. In the eyes of the martial artists of China, this was a kind of martial virtue. For things like martial arts competitions, it was better to let the young people do it.
There were a lot of people participating in the competition this time. There were more than 8,000 people in the Binhai Division alone. Although the originally planned venue was wide, it seemed to be a little insufficient. In the end, it was decided that the competition would be carried out in a single elimination manner. If a person wanted to fight from the bottom to the position of champion, they had to win at least thirteen consecutive matches.
The rules of the competition were simple. The time limit was ten minutes. Whoever fell to the ground would lose. If both sides did not fall to the ground, the referee would decide the winner based on the number of effective hits.
Ye Fan arrived very late. He knew that this kind of conference was most likely a lengthy opening ceremony. He would only sleep for three to five hours. The leader probably had not finished speaking. As expected, he arrived just in time to draw lots.
No. 155 versus No. 1170, please take your positions!
Ye Fan's first opponent was a young man who was about the same age as Ye Fan. He was a guy who walked back and forth with his fists. He jumped onto the boxing ring used for the competition. He was still the same as before. He swung his fists back and forth aimlessly. It looked like he really had some momentum.
Begin! The referee shouted and immediately retreated.
"You are my opponent?" The young man looked at Ye Fan's appearance as if he had picked up a treasure. He pointed his middle finger at Ye Fan. However, his middle finger was not fully displayed yet. He felt a kick on his chin, and his entire body flew out as light as cotton. He directly attached it to the cable behind him and spat out a mouthful of blood. There were two front teeth inside.
"My teeth, wuwu…!" Ye Fan actually didn't use much strength, but the young man was actually kicked to tears and lay on the stage, unable to get up. The referee was helpless when he saw this. He shook his head and raised Ye Fan's hand, saying,"Number 155 wins!"
Ye Fan instantly killed his opponent and went off the stage to rest. The organizers had prepared a lot for this kind of competition arena, and many matches were held at the same time. After the first round, they would rest for about an hour and wait for the others to finish their matches before drawing lots again.
In the first round, half of the participants had been eliminated, which was about four thousand people. In the second round, more than two thousand people would be eliminated, and so on until only one person was left. China had three spots, and the champions of the three divisions could represent China in the International Freestyle Fighting Competition that was held half a year later. To martial artists, this could be said to be supreme glory.
There were a total of five rounds in the morning. Those who fought with Ye Fan were not powerful characters. They all fell in one move. One of them had seen Ye Fan defeat the Thunder Dragon yesterday, so he gave up after going on stage.
After five rounds, there were only 250 people left from the original 8,000. Among these two hundred and fifty people, there weren't many fake experts who relied entirely on luck. It was obvious that it would become more and more difficult, so all the players were very nervous. Only Ye Fan was an exception. He did not take it seriously at all. He should eat and sleep. During his free time at noon, he would play in the arcade near the competition venue for a while. Others were here to risk their lives, but he was here for a vacation.
"Brother Ye, aren't you nervous at all?”Ma Yuan couldn't stand it anymore. He thought to himself, Is this brother of his too ambitious or is he really confident enough?
"What are you nervous about?" Ye Fan, who had just returned from the arcade, asked in confusion.
Seeing that he was acting like this, what else could Ma Yuan say? "Brother, I have something to ask you. Please don't mind."”
"Brother Ma, if you have something to say, say it." Ye Fan had almost guessed what he wanted to ask.
"Brother, I've seen you fight five times, but I couldn't see through your martial arts. You have both internal and external martial arts, this is too bizarre. I know it's taboo to ask this, but which sect are you from?”As Ma Yuan said this, he thought to himself that it was already not easy to master one. Ye Fan was young, but he was proficient in both internal and external techniques. Because he had only fought four out of five matches, he was almost instantly killed. Therefore, Ma Yuan really could not tell which sect Ye Fan was from.
"Brother Ma, would you believe me if I told you that I don't belong to any sect?”Ye Fan smiled.
"Ah?" Ma Yuan was stunned. Looking at Ye Fan's expression, he didn't seem to be lying. However, if it was just martial arts, it was possible for him to have no sect or sect if it was just a show. How could real martial arts have no sect or sect. Ma Yuanxin thought that it seemed like Ye Fan was unwilling to tell him, so it was not good for him to continue asking.
The afternoon break passed quickly, and the sixth round arrived. Ye Fan went into the boxing ring and immediately heard a cheer. Ye Fanxin asked why he was cheering. He was not a famous person, but when he saw the person opposite him, Ye Fan was slightly stunned because he knew that person.
Famous martial arts star, Brother Hao!
When Ye Fan was young, he had watched many martial arts movies and TV series that he had acted in. However, because Brother Hao's image was not good, he had always acted as a villain BOSS. It was rumored that he had even won many free-fighting trophies. He was a real actor and a real martial arts expert. It was rumored that he was also a martial artist. It was already very impressive for him to be able to reach this step in martial arts.
At this moment, there were many fans standing outside the ordinary boxing ring to cheer for Brother Hao. Most of them were female fans, and many of them were holding signs that said things like," Go, Brother Hao, we love you." In this huge competition arena, it was very eye-catching.
Number 155 versus number 44, please take your positions!
Ye Fan took a step forward, and Brother Hao also opened his eyes. He stood up and pushed away the two Anmo masters behind him. Then, he immediately got into a stance, which immediately caused a commotion and screams at the scene. This was because this stance was the most classic move in his movies.
However, when Brother Hao saw Ye Fan, it was as if he had seen a monster.
"How did this guy get here?”Brother Hao sized up Ye Fan and thought to himself that this kid's posture was very casual. He couldn't tell what sect he was from. With this figure, he didn't seem to be a martial artist either. However, if they didn't win, how could they reach the sixth match? This was a single elimination match. If they lost, they would either go home or be hospitalized.
Brother Hao was a little dumbfounded.
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