Xue Fei saw the truth. When the French Hercules fell to the ground and howled, he quickly reached out and tried to pull Jiang Xiaoliu away.
Unexpectedly, a group of foreign strongmen who came to their senses immediately surrounded Jiang Xiaoliu and Xue Fei in the center.
"Apologise, you must apologize!"
The fat man from the Dongying Island Country shouted arrogantly in English: "This is a beautiful country, not your Five Continents Country. How dare you hit someone under the eyes of the competition, Jiang Xiaoliu, you are dissatisfied with your longevity!"
Other strong men from various countries also roared angrily. Among them was a big man who was at least two meters tall. He clenched his fists and was about to step forward and beat Jiang Xiaoliu.
Fortunately, this man was hugged by his coach.
The man's face turned red. He was the most powerful man in England. He cursed in pure English: "Jiang, if my trainer hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten you to death!"
Xue Fei was so frightened by these angry and shouting athletes that his face changed drastically. He stretched out his arms to protect Jiang Xiaoliu and moved back as much as possible, but his heart was already filled with joy.
Moreover, he gave an appreciative look to a bald referee behind the players.
In fact, all of this was planned by Xue Fei and the bald referee. The reason why Jiang Xiaoliu could participate in this World Strongman Championship was because Xue Fei spent a million dollars to buy it from that referee.
Finals qualifying tickets.
As long as Jiang Xiaoliu participates in such a high-intensity competition, once the poison develops, he will inevitably lose his arms in public. Xue Fei can be said to have mastered this method of creating illusions and confusing the public under Su Bancheng's instructions.
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No, according to Xue Fei's calculation, Jiang Xiaoliu's Qi will be blocked this morning, which will cause chronic toxins in the body to gradually attack his heart.
The method was not complicated either. The bald referee instigated a certain athlete to provoke Jiang Xiaoliu, so that Jiang Xiaoliu couldn't help but take action. Then all the athletes accused Jiang Xiaoliu of being rough, making Jiang Xiaoliu angry.
This step of the plan went very smoothly.
When Xue Fei saw that Jiang Xiaoliu had indeed taken action, he was so happy that he immediately criticized him, but he remained as steady as a dog, pretending to be protecting Jiang Xiaoliu.
Snap!
A complete performance must not be discovered by Jiang Xiaoliu afterwards, so the second step this morning was for Xue Fei to stage a painful trick.
He was protecting Jiang Xiaoliu when he was suddenly kicked to the ground by an athlete. Xue Fei landed heavily on his back, pretending to be in pain, bending his body and twitching on the floor.
"How dare you hit my counselor, you idiot!"
When Jiang Xiaoliu saw Xue Fei being beaten, his anger increased. Just when he was about to raise his arms and prepare to defeat these strong men, he was suddenly stopped by someone.
"Xiaoliu, don't be impulsive!"
The person he stopped turned out to be Zhang Jian from the Wuzhou National Disarmament Committee.
"Brother Zhang, why is it you?" Jiang Xiaoliu was slightly startled.
Zhang Jian wore the ID of the tournament judging committee on his chest. He first shouted sternly at the strongmen surrounding him and got out of the way.
Due to the fierce momentum, Zhang Jian, a spiritual cultivator, roared, causing all the strong men who were as strong as cattle to disperse.
Jiang Xiaoliu stepped forward and helped Xue Fei up, who was shouting, and asked about Xue Fei's injury.
Xue Fei said painfully that it was okay, it was just a skin injury, and looked at the fierce-looking Zhang Jian.
In Xue Fei's tight plan, there was no chess piece like Zhang Jian. When he saw that Zhang Jian was a member of the Disarmament Committee, he immediately glanced at the cooperating referee over there in a panic.
The foreign bald referee was shaking his head in confusion. He didn't know why Zhang Jian suddenly appeared.
"It's like this. I received an invitation from the judging committee of the World's Strongest Man Championship and told me, Xiaoliu, that you are competing here. In order to prevent our Wuzhou nationals from thinking that foreigners are bullying us, the judging committee here asked me to also compete here.
Participate in refereeing work.”
Zhang Jian's words made Jiang Xiaoliu and Xue Fei understand.
"Xiaoliu, listen to my advice and don't get into trouble with them outside the stadium. Otherwise, if you get angry, you may play into other people's hands."
"Brother Zhang, I understand." Jiang Xiaoliu nodded, feeling much better after meeting an old friend in a foreign country.
And Xue Fei felt as if he had eaten a piece of shit. The plan really didn't change quickly!
If Zhang Jian hadn't suddenly stopped him, Jiang Xiaoliu would have beaten these strong men to the ground, which would have aroused the anger of the Nine Kingdoms, which would have been a lot of fun.
Later, Zhang Jian, as a referee, sternly warned the strongmen participating in the competition not to get closer, and he restored the dislocated French athlete.
"You all claim to be the strongest men in each country. If you have the guts, don't make trouble in the audience. See your true results on the field!"
Zhang Jian said something and led Jiang Xiaoliu through the backcourt and towards the court.
…
At nine o'clock in the morning, the final of the World's Strongest Man Championship officially kicked off.
In order to humiliate Jiang Xiaoliu, the host country, the Beautiful Country, imitated the model of the Wuzhou Universiade and conducted an entrance ceremony for the athletes.
Originally, the athletes from each country would appear in the order in which they competed in the preliminaries, but the organizing committee came up with an ingenuity and put the ten athletes participating in the finals in order from tallest to smallest.
In this way, the native athlete from the beautiful country, who is 2.06 meters tall, took the lead in making a grand appearance amidst the cheers of hundreds of thousands of spectators.
The on-site announcer made announcements in both Chinese and English. In the past, he had never made announcements in Chinese.
The reason for doing this is to let the Wuzhou people who are watching the live broadcast on TV or mobile phones see how these Western strong men humiliated Jiang Xiaoliu.
"Dear spectators, the strongest and strongest person who is the first to enter is Sean Blair from the beautiful country. He is 37 years old, 2.06 meters tall and weighs 201 kilograms. He has won four Champions Cups and is the largest player in this competition.
The favorite to win the championship.”
Following the announcer's introduction, countless enthusiastic spectators shouted Blair's name, beautiful national flags were waved all over the venue, and the warm atmosphere reached a climax in an instant.
Sean Blair stepped into the arena, raising his powerful arms in an imposing manner, deliberately glanced at Jiang Xiaoliu, who was deified by the people of Wuzhou, and inadvertently sneered.
Jiang Xiaoliu sneered at this. He was at the end of the queue. He was only 1.80 meters tall. Compared with these strong men, he looked like a child who had not grown up. He still seemed malnourished and thin.
That kind of.
"Jiang, I'll make you so angry later on the playing field!"
Ranked in front of Jiang Xiaoliu is the French athlete named Cannesia. He is 29 years old, 1.89 meters tall and weighs 145 kilograms.
Although Cannesia is smaller than other strong men, standing next to Jiang Xiaoliu, he still looks particularly majestic.
Jiang Xiaoliu sneered and said in Chinese: "You are the only one who has been defeated?"
Cannesia couldn't understand Chinese, but when she saw Jiang Xiaoliu's cold and contemptuous expression, she naturally knew that she was being slighted, and was so angry that she raised her hand to touch Jiang Xiaoliu's head.
Jiang Xiaoliu glared coldly, and Cannesia immediately thought of the hand that had been twisted and dislocated by the other party. She reluctantly put her hand down and let out a vicious snort.
As athletes from other countries appear on stage, bursts of cheers erupt in the stadium. Many fans from other countries come to support, but there are only a few supporters of Jiang Xiaoliu.
It’s not that people from Wuzhou are unwilling to come to the event, but that the organizing committee doesn’t buy tickets for people from Wuzhou at all. These overseas Chinese who come to support the event still try their best to buy tickets.
A few minutes later, it was the turn of Jiang Xiaoliu, the last one, to appear.
"Xiaoliu, relax, you are the best!"
As the referee, Zhang Jian came to Jiang Xiaoliu and made an encouraging gesture.
Jiang Xiaoliu nodded and walked into the venue with strong steps.
At this time, the announcer on the scene began to increase his voice and said with a very serious smile:
"Dear viewers, you see that this contestant is from the Wuzhou Kingdom of the Sick Man of Yadong. His name is Jiang Xiaoliu. He is about to be 20 years old. He is 1.80 meters tall and weighs 66 kilograms. Haha, please forgive me, I really can't bear it.
You can’t stop laughing, 66kg Yadong skinny monkey, are you here to make fun of me?”
Immediately, the audience of hundreds of thousands burst into laughter.
In the eyes of Westerners like them, Jiang Xiaoliu, who was standing with those tall and powerful men, was just looking for abuse. This chapter has been completed!