Chapter 821 Despicable Little Action

The second round of the World Fighting Competition.

Early in the morning, Su Yi brought the other Chinese players to the competition venue.

Eleven games will be held today, and the two sides of the duel will still be decided by drawing lots.

Today's venue was crowded with people, and the local garrison deliberately mobilized troops to isolate the crowd, maintain order, and prevent trampling and other accidents.

Twenty-two contestants walked through the crowd and came to the rest area for contestants that was specially isolated around the ring. The other contestants from various countries were communicating and greeting each other, but Su Yi took the contestants to a corner and refused to communicate with any outsiders.

"Master Geng, will we appear too closed and exclusive, making the foreign devils think we are difficult to deal with?" Ma Chengzhi asked.

"Before winning the game, it doesn't matter how they look at us." Su Yi said lightly, "As long as we achieve good results, no matter how they look at us now, they will look at us with new eyes at that time."

"Geng Xia, what you said makes sense." Zhu Jingu said with a smile.

"Look, the Zhepeng people are pointing fingers at us. I don't know what they want to do." Rong Canghai pointed at the people of the Zhepeng delegation not far away and said.

"What good intentions can the little devils have? They must be thinking about how to plot against us." Jiang Tieshan snorted coldly, "This group of despicable villains can't beat us openly, so they have to think about conspiracies and tricks in secret, things that can't be seen in the light!"

Several people looked unhappy.

Although the Zhepeng people's plot against the Chinese warriors was done secretly, it was inevitable that some clues were revealed, and the shrewd Su Yi noticed some clues.

It's just that Su Yi couldn't catch the Zhepeng people's flaws for a while, so he had to endure it.

But these things were made public by Su Yi, first to let the Zhepeng people know not to think that they were doing it secretly, and second to warn the contestants to avoid being tricked.

Finally, it was also to reduce the pressure of criticizing him for "making a fuss too much".

"The draw has begun!" Ye Wen suddenly said.

Everyone's attention was immediately focused on the stage.

On the stage, the people responsible for drawing lots were Gong Baosen, the director of the Zhepeng Judo Association, and the representative of the European Fighting Association.

The three of them checked the numbered paper balls representing the 22 contestants on the spot, and then put them into an empty wooden box and arranged them randomly.

The three of them drew lots in turn, drawing two people each time.

Every time a pair of contestants was drawn, an assistant on one side would call out the names loudly.

The order of the game was also carried out in the order of the draw.

As the host, Gong Baosen drew the first lot first.

He picked out two numbers and handed them to the assistant beside him.

"The first game, China's Ma Chengzhi, against Iwata Fumio!"

As soon as this lot came out, everyone on the Chinese side showed joy.

This is definitely a good lot.

Ma Chengzhi is the best fighter of the younger generation in the Tai Chi school, and Iwata Fumio's kung fu is not solid. Anyone who knows the goods can see that he is lucky to advance to this step. The strength of the two is not at the same level.

"In the second match, Zhe Peng Maeda Mitsuyo will face French Albert!"

The two teams for the second match were drawn on the stage.

"What a lucky little devil!" Jiang Tieshan said helplessly.

Albert from France is a big, strong man with great strength, but his weakness is that he is relatively slow in action. He is the most obvious weakest of the "strongmen" who advanced.

Maeda Mitsuyo drew this opponent, and he can basically be declared a free pass.

"In the third match, Zhe Peng Nakamura Yuji will face Zhe Peng Nagawamura Kei!"

As soon as the draw for the third match came out, the Chinese side laughed with gloating.

But the expressions of the Zhe Peng people were all disgusting, as if they had eaten feces.

"The fourth match, China's Bill Underwood, against Belarusian Valentin."

"The fifth match, China's Zhu Jingu against Zhe Peng Konishi Yasuhiro."

"The sixth match, China's Geng Liangchen against Zhe Peng Funakoshi Yoshihiro."

"The seventh match, Siamese Shaman against Zhe Peng Otsuka Hiroki."

"The eighth match, China's Rong Canghai against India's Yimulahan."

"The ninth match, Zhe Peng Gongcheng Changshun against Britain's Bernie Wright."

"The tenth match, China's Jiang Tieshan against Siamese Naipong."

"The eleventh match, China's Ip Man against Lighthouse Carter."

All eleven matches have been confirmed, fortunately the Chinese did not draw the bad lot of civil war.

"This draw result is not bad," Ma Chengzhi said happily, "No one fights against each other, except Master Geng, we didn't meet the most powerful ones. If we are lucky, the seven of us may be able to advance to the next round."

"I dare not hope that all seven will advance, but if five can win, it will be a pride for the Chinese people!" Rong Canghai said.

"Five? Which two do you think can't win?" Zhu Jingu said with a smile.

Rong Canghai's face suddenly froze: "I said the wrong thing, all seven of us will advance!"

"Haha..."

Amid the laughter of the Chinese martial artists, the second round of hand-to-hand combat officially kicked off.

The first to appear were the two players in the first match, Ma Chengzhi and Iwata Fumio.

In the eyes of all Chinese martial artists, this was a match with a predetermined outcome.

Ma Chengzhi was considered a top martial arts expert among the seven Chinese players, but Iwata Fumio's kung fu had obvious flaws.

So even Su Yi didn't say much about this match. Before Ma Chengzhi came on stage, he only said, "Be careful of your opponent's surprise and unconventional sword moves."

This was a reminder to Ma Chengzhi to prevent his opponents from playing dirty tricks. Even Su Yi felt that this game was not a big problem.

But it happened that this match, which was not a big problem, surprised everyone.

After the two combatants take the stage, they must first salute each other according to the etiquette of the competition. During this process, they can say a few short sentences.

Everyone saw Iwata Fumio with a weird smile on his face and suddenly said something into Ma Chengzhi's ear. Ma Chengzhi was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically, and he suddenly hit Fumio Iwata with a palm like crazy.

The latter seemed to have expected it, and quickly retreated to avoid the palm, and immediately raised his hands to protest to the referee.

The referee immediately issued a warning to Ma Chengzhi.

But Ma Chengzhi pushed the referee away as if he was crazy and continued to rush towards Fumio Iwata.

This time Iwata Fumio didn't even try to hide, he just stood there motionless with a smile.

But when Ma Chengzhi rushed to him, Iwata Fumio said something quickly. Ma Chengzhi's fist stayed in front of Iwata Fumio's face and could no longer fall.

Ma Chengzhi yelled something in anger at Fumio Iwata, but because the scene was so noisy at the moment, it was impossible to hear what he was shouting.

Something happened!

Almost as soon as he realized something was wrong, Su Yi rushed to the edge of the ring. He vaguely heard only a few words from Ma Chengzhi -

"Despicable...how is he..."

The referee was very angry. He had just been pushed by Ma Chengzhi and staggered, falling onto his back. In full view of everyone, he felt his face was as hot as fire.

He became angry and shouted for Ma Chengzhi to explain and apologize.

But Ma Chengzhi seemed not to hear anything, and just stared at Fumio Iwata, his eyes like fire.

Ma Chengzhi's indifferent attitude angered the referee even more.

"Go down! You are disqualified!" The referee was so angry that he directly made the decision to expel Ma Chengzhi.

Ma Chengzhi just woke up from a dream. He grabbed the referee by the collar and yelled angrily: "What did you say? You Zhepeng people's lackey! Bastard, I will beat you to death..."

The moment he raised his fist to strike, Su Yi shouted angrily from the audience: "Ma Chengzhi! Stop!"

Although Ma Chengzhi lost his mind, Su Yi's majesty still made him sober, and he did not lower his raised fist.

The referee broke away from Ma Chengzhi with a look of horror on his face and jumped off the ring in a hurry.

And Fumio Iwata looked at this scene with a smile from beginning to end, his eyes full of teasing and teasing.

"Son of a bitch! You despicable little devil!" Ma Chengzhi cursed through gritted teeth.

At this time, Fumio Iwata said with a smile in a stiff accent: "Masan, remember not to talk nonsense, otherwise, she will not survive. Do you understand?"

After saying that, he laughed proudly, turned around and walked off the stage.

"Ahhh..." Ma Chengzhi screamed in grief and anger and fell to his knees on the ring.

Su Yi stood by the ring and watched this scene with cold eyes.

How could he not guess what happened?

It's nothing more than threatening relatives!

It's mean, it's shameless, but it works.

Su Yi can protect the players from being harmed, but he doesn't have the ability to protect Ma Chengzhiyuan's family in his hometown in Luzhou from being harmed by the Zhepeng people.

He is beyond his reach!

However, Zhe Pengren did his homework and successfully used Ma Chengzhi's family to threaten Ma Chengzhi, causing him to lose his mind, become crazy and collapse.

Although the game has not yet started, Ma Chengzhi collided with the referee, disrupted the order of the game, and even made bad moves to attack the referee. It was already a certainty that he would be directly disqualified from the game.

Boom boom boom...

The spotlights flashed and Ma Chengzhi was photographed kneeling on the ring in despair.

The scene was chaotic and noisy. The referee who had just escaped angrily came with several big guys from the tournament organizing committee.

"Gentlemen, such a bad behavior of this player will never be forgiven! I must disqualify him from this competition, and if there is another World Fighting Championship, I hope that such a bad player can be banned from participating!" The referee Accused angrily.

An interpreter quickly translated what the referee said in Gong Baosen's ear.

Gong Baosen looked solemn, looked at Su Yi who was expressionless here, turned back and said seriously: "Tell him, there is a reason why this player did what he did..."

Before he finished speaking, the director of Zhe Peng Judo Association interrupted Gong Baosen with a faint smile: "Gong Sang, no matter what the reason is, it is not a reason to do such a bad act! Every murderer has a reason to kill. But should their crimes be forgiven?"

Gong Baosen glared at the Zhepeng man and said in a deep voice: "You know best what despicable things you have done!"

"Gong Sang, if you slander me out of thin air without any evidence, then you must apologize to me!" Zhe Peng said with a half-smile.

"Hmph!" Gong Baosen turned to look at Ma Chengzhi and said in a deep voice: "Chengzhi, what happened? Don't be afraid. Tell me and I will make the decision for you!"

Ma Chengzhi looked up blankly, looked at Gong Baosen, and then turned to look at Su Yi who was expressionless. He suddenly gritted his teeth and said sadly: "It's me who got hysterical, Master Gong. Nothing happened. I broke the rules of the arena." Rules, I am willing to admit defeat and quit the game!”

Director Zhe Peng Judo Association suddenly showed a victorious smile on his face.

"You..." Gong Baosen was furious. He wanted to lose his temper, but seeing Ma Chengzhi's red eyes, he had to hold back and whispered: "Do you know what you are doing? You represent the entire martial arts world! Represent the country!"

"I'm sorry, Master Gong, I'm sorry to disappoint you!" Ma Chengzhi laughed bitterly, "I am disgraced today, and I will bear all the consequences voluntarily!"

"Can you afford it?" Gong Baosen shouted angrily.

"If you can't afford it, then pay with my life." Ma Chengzhi laughed bitterly, stood up shakily, turned around and walked off the stage.

Gong Baosen's face was livid, but he looked at Ma Chengzhi's back and stopped talking.

Ma Chengzhi jumped off the ring and came to Su Yi. He looked miserable and was about to speak, but Su Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't trust the Zhepeng people. Come to me after the game. I can help you with this matter."

"Master Geng!" Ma Chengzhi burst into tears, grabbed Su Yi's arms, and cried out.

"Go and calm down." Su Yi sighed, "Remember, don't agree to anything from the Zhe Peng people. No matter what, you can come to me to discuss it."

"I, I'm sorry..." Ma Chengzhi choked incoherently, "I'm very confused now, Master Geng, I have to go first."

"Go." Su Yi sighed.

Ma Chengzhi rejected the concern and inquiries of the other Chinese warriors and left in despair.

Gong Baosen came to Su Yi, with a serious face and a deep voice, and asked: "Can you keep it stable?"

"I'll try my best." Su Yi said, "At least Ip Man and I are fine. I'll go and confirm the others one by one."

"Give you ten minutes." Gong Baosen said, "If it doesn't work, I will stop the game! As the organizer of the event, I have the right to do so!"

Stop the game?

It's easy to say, but the Zhe Peng people and foreigners will definitely not agree, especially when Gong Baosen can't produce any evidence to prove that the Zhe Peng people are playing tricks.

For the safety of his family, Ma Chengzhi would never stand up as a victim to denounce the Zhepeng people, because if he did so, the Zhepeng people would most likely destroy the body and deny it.

The victim refused to admit it, and Gong Baosen could not produce any evidence. He said that the Zhepeng people were playing tricks and insisted on stopping the game. In the eyes of the foreigners, this was unreasonable and unreasonable.

If Gong Baosen did this, it would be like starting a very bad precedent and greatly damaging the reputation of the Chinese Martial Arts Museum.

But compared with the possibility that the Chinese martial artists would be threatened and admit defeat, Gong Baosen had to choose the lesser of two evils and put his old face on the line and bear the infamy.

Su Yi knew the seriousness of the matter very well, and nodded slowly and cautiously: "Ten minutes, I will give you an answer!"