Walking through the middle of the road, Ye Zhiqiu just arrived at the street in front of the stadium and understood why the driver didn't stop here.
The entrance of the stadium was blocked by 20 to 30 reporters and a group of people. It was the same at the entrance of the music hall. The two groups of people were noisy like a wet market.
"These reporters are really troublesome."
Ye Zhiqiu quickly lowered his head and quickly walked around the reporters, wanting to enter the stadium in a low-key manner.
"Are you a contestant?"
"Are you here to watch the competition or to host?”
"Which player do you like the most?"
The eyes of this group of reporters were sharper than eagle eyes. They found Ye Zhiqiu who was about to go in and rushed forward to block him.
Countless microphones were placed in front of Ye Zhiqiu, and the cameras kept shooting, emitting intense flashes.
In an instant, Ye Zhiqiu felt like he was on stage.
"I'm a contestant."
At this time, Ye Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at the reporters without flinching.
"You must be Ye Zhiqiu?"
"That's right. There are photos of Wang Yan on the internet. We've all seen them. The person in them is uglier than you.”
The reporters quickly guessed his identity.
"Did you know? There are many people who don't think highly of you and think that you're no match for Wang Yan.”
"This time, there will be experts in swordsmanship watching the battle! If you beat Wang Yan, they will make you the new number one swordsman. Are you confident?”
"You don't have to ask."
Ye Zhiqiu raised his left palm slightly, and his eyes revealed a cold killing intent, instantly suppressing the reporters.
For a moment, the reporters gripped their microphones tightly and waited for him to speak in silence.
"If you want to know if I can win, just watch the game later.”
He then turned around and walked towards the reporters.
He had said enough.
After entering the stadium, he saw a huge ring in the middle.
On the arena, there were busy staff members.
In all directions, there were rows of spectators. There were at least a thousand spectators sitting in their seats.
On the left side of the arena, there was a row of seats. In front of the seats was a huge table. It should be a special seat for the so-called experts.
On the right side of the arena was a plastic lawn in front of the stadium for people to walk around.
"Ye Zhiqiu, you're finally here.”
A familiar voice sounded.
Wang Wu, who looked as wretched as ever, jumped down from the arena and walked in front of Ye Zhiqiu with a swagger.
"I thought you didn't dare to accept the challenge.”
"Do you think I'm a good-for-nothing like you?”
Ye Zhiqiu looked at him with disdain and pushed him away. He sat in the first row of the audience seats and waited for the other contestant to arrive.
His opponent, Wang Yan.
"You…"
Wang Wu's expression became a little ugly, but he did not continue to provoke them. After all, there were reporters outside. It would be bad for his reputation if he was photographed.
Thinking of this, he hatefully looked at Ye Zhiqiu and returned to the ring to get busy.
"Brother, what's your relationship with him?”
A young man beside him touched Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder and asked with a gossipy look.
"It's nothing."
Ye Zhiqiu crossed his arms and replied indifferently.
After the young man saw Ye Zhiqiu's cold attitude, he didn't continue to talk to him and changed his target to the other audience members.
"Who do you think will win this game?”
"Wang Yan. Ye Zhiqiu was after all just a contestant in the underground arena, how could he be Wang Yan's opponent.”
"It's hard to say. Since Ye Zhiqiu dared to agree, it means that he must have some ability.”
The audience began to discuss. The content of the discussion was nothing more than the question of winning or losing.
Ye Zhiqiu sat in his seat, quietly listening to their discussion.
Time passed by.
In addition to the audience, there were also experts from the guest seats next to the arena.
Gradually, the guest seats were filled with people, and the audience was almost there. The stage was also tidied up, and only two contestants were left on stage.
"It's already 8:59. Why hasn't the competition started yet?”
The young man next to him began to complain again.
At this moment, the reporters started talking again.
A man wearing sunglasses and a black trench coat slowly walked to the side of the guest seats and bent down to say something to the experts.
Behind him was a large group of reporters, but he did not intend to pay attention to them.
The second update!
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