Chapter 137: Qualifier

The first thing to do next is the qualifier. According to the requirements of the conference, more than 90% of the contestants will be eliminated in this link, and only 16 people will be promoted to the open-air competition.
After all, it is the first official martial arts conference. Although the model has transplanted the traditions of the martial arts world, since there was no reference ruler before, there were a lot of players who signed up for the competition, and it was a mixed bag. All walks of life participated. , And I thought I had a chance to hit the championship, but I didn't know that people with such an idea might not even get into the top fifty.
Therefore, it is really necessary to hold a qualifier and select the elite among them.
With the organizers hanging the martial arts meeting schedule determined by the pre-draw on the wall, the qualifiers will soon begin.
The players find their own competition area according to the number plates they got when registering, corresponding to the schedule on the wall.
"Brother Muyang, I'm in the 4th ring." Ia found the corresponding ring based on his number.
"I'm in the 9th ring."
"I'm in the 11th ring."
Asso and Lida said excitedly, they did not meet in the preliminary selection, indicating that they were lucky.
Mu Yang took his number plate and said with a smile: "I was in the 8th ring. We had good luck. We didn't meet in the qualifiers. You played normally and you are very hopeful to enter the top 16!"
After hearing Muyang's words, Yiya and the three junior apprentices immediately became full of confidence, clenched their fists, and looked expectant. Due to the force, the whole fist trembles slightly.
"Ah, Muyang, you came so fast." A man in an orange martial arts suit squeezed out of the crowd and came to Muyang and the others.
"Sun Wufan, you are also very fast!"
Mu Yang smiled and looked at the visitor.
Monkey King laughed and said, "It took a lot of time to come from Wuxing Mountain, but I finally did not miss the registration." He said, holding his number plate in his hand and showed off, "Hey, your one What about the beautiful fiancee, why didn't she stay with you?"
Mu Yang smiled and said, "Mejia has already arrived, but she is hiding in the crowd and refuses to show up."
Sun Wufan was taken aback, and realized that this might be a game of the unmarried couple. He shook his head, "I don't know what you are doing."
At this time, Mu Yang introduced Sun Wufan to his fellow apprentices, "Yia, Asso, Lida, this is the apprentice of Wutian teacher of the "God of Martial Arts"-Sun Wufan, and his fellow apprentices are practicing in the temple together. For a while."
Then he said to Sun Wufan: "These three are my juniors, and they will also participate in this world's number one martial arts club."
"Hello." Monkey King greeted generously.
"Hello there."
The three juniors also responded politely, and the young man in front of him, like Senior Brother Mu Yang, had also practiced in the temple.
They heard the seniors mentioned about the temple practice, and those who are qualified to practice there must be very remarkable martial arts masters. What's more, the other party was still a disciple of Teacher Wu Tian, ​​so the eyes of several people looking at Monkey King were not only surprised, but also curious.
"You don't have to be polite. By the way, what is Gohan's number?" Mu Yang smiled and asked about Sun Wufan's entry number.
"Number 532, ring number 4."
"Didn't it collide with Oia?" Mu Yang said in surprise. 768 players were divided into sixteen arenas, that is, 48 ​​in each arena, and only one person can qualify. The purpose of the No. 1 Budokai in the world is to decide the first place, which can be said to be very cruel.
"I'm also in the 4th ring, it seems my luck is bad!" Ia said, shaking her head helplessly.
I originally thought that with strength, I had hope of qualifying, but who knew that Goddess of Luck didn't care about him so much, and actually put him in the same arena with this Monkey King. That is the master of Wutian teacher, who also practiced in the temple. Strong man, he has a foreboding that the hope of qualifying is leaving him, is there anything more sad than this?
"It wouldn't be so coincidental?!" Monkey King said in surprise.
But the game is like this, and the element of luck is also very important during the game.
"Don't be discouraged, the focus is on participating. Even if you encounter Monkey King, being able to experience the high-level battle process is not a reward?"
Mu Yang patted him on the shoulder, comforting.
Oia adjusted her mentality, and said to Sun Gohan with a fist, "Please take care of it then."
Monkey King smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will not be disappointed then."
After that, he glanced at the crowded crowd, shook his head and said, "There are so many people here!"
"Yes." Mu Yang also nodded.
There are indeed a little more people who came to participate in the world's No. 1 Budokai this time. Looking at them one by one with a smug look, presumably most of them are rushing for the championship or ranking, right? Of course, there are also many people with foresight, like Oia, Aso, and Lida. They have a "participation" mindset from the very beginning, and they have never expected to win the championship.
As for them, what Mu Yang and Monkey King can do is not to let each other regret in the game.
At this time, a gong sounded, and a staff member held a loud horn to announce: "All players participating in the competition, please go to the front of their respective ring. The competition will begin soon."
"Let's go, the game is about to begin."
"I wish everyone a good result." Mu Yang finished speaking and walked towards the 8th ring.
"Come on!"
Sun Wufan also got serious, nodded, and went to their respective ring venues.
At this time, in front of the 8th ring, Mu Yang glanced at the darkened crowd in front of him. Although there were only 48 people in each group after grouping, because some of the contestants were extremely large, one person occupied a large area, and it still looked like Very crowded.
As the referee on the side of the ring announced the numbers of both sides of the game, Mu Yang saw a gray-haired werewolf and a thick man wearing animal skins boarding the competition arena.
Soon the game started, the gray werewolf roared, roared and clenched his fists, and slammed hard at the strong man. The fierce battle drew exclamations from the participants.
Mu Yang looked calmly and shook his head slightly.
The above two people are obviously not descendants of the traditional genre. The actions and routines are very rough, relying on a brute force... It seems that as the world's No. 1 martial arts society is gradually officialized and expanded, the contestants have also begun to lose their standards. , What kind of stuff is really daring to enter the ring.
"There is more than brute force, but there are no rules. Those who don't know thought it was two wood cutters."
Mu Yang just glanced at it, and he knew the result of the game. In fact, for this kind of competition that has no basis and is very similar in strength, it is the least easy to tell who wins and who loses, because everything is there. may! But relatively speaking, the werewolf has a greater chance of winning. Sure enough, shortly after the start of the game, the gray werewolf gradually gained the upper hand by virtue of its animalism.
"The result is very obvious, that werewolf is going to win."
Participants off the field exclaimed and began to comment.
"Boom!" The gray werewolf jumped up and hit the strong man's chest with force, and the strong man fell to the ground with a violent tremor.
As the referee blew the whistle, the gray werewolf roared and won the game and advanced to the second round of the trial.
The competition continues. There are 48 contestants in the 8th ring. The first round of selection requires 24 matches. Mu Yang stood in the corner with his arms folded, watching the boring game even Hache, he was about to fall asleep.
Hey, this year's players are not good!
Mu Yang looked around boredly and saw the situation on the ring next door.
The girl in the light blue cheongsam named Mei Li is now on the ring~EbookFREE.me~ Her opponent is a shirtless man.
When Mu Yang glanced at it, a smile appeared on his face. Mei Li's opponent was actually Oman, the third runner-up in the so-called World Fighting Championship that provoked Tianxin Liu Wudao the other day.
"It's really bad luck. This guy has just been defeated by Niss, and now he is in the hands of Mejia again. It is really bad luck."
Mu Yang shook his head, but wanted to see how Mexia disguised as "Mei Li" bullied the ignorant but arrogant fighter.
"Little girl, I will let you do it first."
Fighter Aman behaved fairly generously. Since being knocked down by Niss, he has learned from his lesson and reflected on his previous arrogance, but he would never have thought of a girl he casually encountered in the martial arts club. It looks so delicate, but in fact it is a very powerful master.
"...Then you are about to lose." The opponent's cold voice came.
"Ok?"
Aman's eyelids twitched, and he seemed to feel something bad. As soon as a trace of ominousness rose in his heart, he heard a thump and suffered a shock to his chest. The violent impact caused his heart to stop suddenly, Aman's face began to turn blue, and his brain fell back dizzy.
"How could this happen, this woman is so powerful!"
"...Is this the number one martial arts club in the world?"
At the moment before losing consciousness, Aman's face was full of incredible, and he actually lost to a girl about twenty years old. He was knocked down with just one blow. Was his third runner-up in the fighting world made of mud or water? It's too weak!
No, it's not that he is too weak, but that the martial arts masters are too abnormal.
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