Chapter 1159 Not only fighting for victory, but also life and death!
Because of this sudden turmoil, the Japanese delegation was embarrassed in front of warriors all over the world, and their reputation was completely ruined.
Even the entire Japanese martial arts world will be severely damaged by this, and will never recover from this, becoming the laughing stock of the whole world.
Despite this turmoil, the game will continue.
Next, all the contestants in the field lined up in order to draw lots.
The first round of individual elimination rounds will be divided into more than 500 groups. Each player will draw a number and compete with the warriors who drew the same number.
Half an hour later, all the players got their own number plates.
Fortunately, the ten members of the Chinese delegation all drew different numbers, so at least they did not have to face fights with their peers in the first round.
Ye Fan drew 108, Xie Jinyuan drew 226, Qin Zhengyang drew 278, Tang Long drew 322, and the first player to appear was Pei Wu, number 12.
There are ten arenas in the competition venue, which can accommodate ten groups of players competing at the same time.
Soon, the twenty contestants who had drawn numbers 1-10 boarded the suspended arena, while the other contestants were watching the battle from a distance and waiting.
In the first group of knockouts, there were no strong seeded players, so there were no abstentions.
All the players were ready to go, fighting spirit was high, and murderous intent was boiling. They glared at their opponents fiercely, as if they regarded each other as the enemy who killed their father.
At this time, Ye Fan turned to the other nine Chinese elites and said: "Some of them will be your opponents in the second round of knockout! Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be in danger! Everyone, watch carefully and try to remember the characteristics of their moves!"
"Yes, General Ye!" Everyone responded one after another.
After a while, when all the players were ready, US Secretary of Defense Jefferson said loudly:
"Global Martial Arts Conference, the first group of individual elimination rounds has officially begun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty contestants on ten arenas launched attacks at the same time, like twenty arrows shooting out from the string. They launched their strongest killing moves as soon as they came up, without giving their opponents any chance to breathe.
“Peng Peng Peng Peng Peng!!!”
A series of violent sounds of physical collision resounded throughout the entire venue.
Although the transparent light shield around the ring isolates energy, it does not isolate sound. Just by hearing the violent blows, one can imagine the intensity of the battle.
The thousands of warriors watching the battle in the audience were also dazzled and could not see at all.
53 seconds into the battle.
A knight from an oil country relied on the power of the "Fire Wind" charge to knock his opponent away, and then cut off his opponent's head with a Damascus knife.
"昘!"
The bright red blood was floating in the air, like a blooming blood lotus, which was shocking.
And the knight from the oil country also became the first competitor to advance in this martial arts competition.
1 minute and 26 seconds.
A Siamese Thai boxing champion hit his opponent with a powerful flying knee, blasting through his opponent's chest. His heart exploded and blood flowed out like a fountain.
2 minutes and 08 seconds.
A Mongolian wrestling master used his back to make his opponent faint instantly, but he didn't stop and stomped on his opponent's head.
2 minutes and 35 seconds.
A fighting madman from a certain country in North Africa performed a chokehold stunt, wrapping his arms around his opponent's neck like a python. The opponent's face turned purple and he wanted to admit defeat, but he couldn't even utter a word. After a few seconds,
He died of suffocation.
3 minutes and 12 seconds.
The number one swordsman in Myanmar seized the enemy's weakness and instantly swung hundreds of knives to dismember the enemy alive.
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According to ordinary people's thinking, a competition between martial arts masters would be earth-shattering and could last for days and nights.
But in fact, when masters compete with each other, life and death can happen in an instant.
In just five minutes, all ten knockout matches in the first group were over.
The originally clean arena was covered with blood, and there were broken limbs and arms everywhere, as if it had turned into a terrifying Shura field.
Among the winners, some won with an overwhelming advantage, while others were injured.
However, all ten losers died, and not a single one survived.
Those who can represent the country in the competition are all the best in martial arts from various countries. There is no doubt about their strength. However, when competing on the world stage, there is a huge gap between them.
Once on the stage, it is no longer a competition.
It's a matter of victory or defeat, and it's also a matter of life and death!
This... is the real world of warriors!
There is no kindness, no sympathy, only absolute power, the weak will eat the strong, and the strong will be respected!
In the audience, some warriors saw their companions being killed. They were filled with grief and anger, their eyes were red, and their fists were clenching, but there was nothing they could do.
The faces of the other warriors watching the battle were extremely solemn, because nearly half of them would die on the ring next.
This is just a fight between warriors, a war between countries is far more cruel than this.
An order from a superior may affect the life or death of millions of people.
At this time, the ten winners did not leave the field. Instead, they walked to the corpse of their opponent and plundered the loot mercilessly. This was the right given to them by the rules of the game.
The weak perish and the strong get stronger.
A few minutes later, they walked off the stage with satisfaction and returned home with a full load. Their companions immediately surrounded them and cheered.
Immediately afterwards, the staff cleaned up the blood stains and bodies on the ring.
Soon, the knockout rounds of the second group will begin.
Pei Wu's number is No. 12 and will also play.
"Pei Wu!" Ye Fan stopped her and said in a deep voice: "Act according to your ability. If your opponent is too strong, give up directly or choose to admit defeat!"
In Ye Fan's view, even though Pei Wu has advanced to the master level and is still a descendant of the Sword Saint Pei Min, in the martial arts conference where there are many strong people, his strength is still in the middle and lower reaches. If he meets a strong person, it is almost impossible to win.
Odds of winning.
However, after hearing this, Pei Wu shook his head, a piercing look flashed in his beautiful eyes, and said: "I am a warrior of the Eastern Divine Sword. I can only die standing, and I don't want to live on my knees!"
Her voice contained an extremely firm will, like a plum blossom blooming in the cold weather.
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Soon, Pei Wu stepped onto the second stage.
Her opponent was a Korean warrior, about thirty years old, with single eyelids and small eyes. He was wearing a white warrior uniform with a very eye-catching black belt around his waist. He was obviously a Taekwondo master.
When the Goryeo warrior saw Pei Wu, he was stunned for a moment, then showed a relaxed expression, as if he was sure of victory, and mocked:
"I really didn't expect that a girl could represent China in the competition. Are all the men in China dead? Tsk tsk... She is really a charming little beauty. I advise you to abstain as soon as possible, otherwise, I will kill you gracefully
Body torn to pieces!”
As he spoke, the Goryeo warrior squinted his small eyes and looked at various parts of Pei Wu's body, showing a lewd and evil look.
Faced with the other party's provocation, Pei Wu's mood was not affected. Gu Jing Wubo said coldly: "In terms of bragging skills, no one can compare with you arrogant Koreans! Later, I will use your tongue
Cut it off and see if you can still blow it!"
"Axi!"
The Korean warrior roared and said angrily: "You bitch, what a loud tone! Do you know who I am? I am Kim Jong-hyun, the disciple of the Taekwondo master, and an eighth-degree black belt in Taekwondo!"
Kim Jonghyun has an arrogant look on his face, and his words are full of show off.
Many Chinese elites have been paying attention to the second arena.
After hearing these words, everyone's faces instantly darkened and they began to worry about Pei Wu.
Black belt is the highest level in Taekwondo. It means that the warrior is not affected by darkness and fear. He can also exert his abilities in the dark. The black belt is divided into one to nine levels.
The fourth-degree black belt is called "Shifan", that is, the teacher's teacher, which is equivalent to the "professor". The fifth-degree black belt and above can be called the "master" of Taekwondo.
At Huahai University, Ye Fan met Ling Ao, the president of the Taekwondo club, who was a fifth-degree black belt master and could sweep the entire team.
The strength of the eighth-degree black belt is even more terrifying. He stands at the top of Taekwondo, and there are probably not many in the entire Koryo Kingdom.
In a sense, the strength of the eighth-dan is not weaker than that of the ninth-dan, because the ninth level of Taekwondo is an honor, and it is not entirely based on strength as a criterion. It is only awarded to people who have made significant contributions to Taekwondo.
If it's really a life and death battle, black dan 9 may not be able to win 8 dan for sure.
Pei Wu encountered such a powerful opponent in his first battle and was in danger.