The news that Yan Shaobei was going to participate in the National College Student Wushu Competition spread far and wide at Tunghai University.

Everyone was very curious, and I didn't hear of any kung fu students at Tunghai University.

This kid either has the wrong brain, or he is crazy about money.

This level of martial arts competition can be participated in by any person?

At that time, I won't even be able to complete my studies.

Walking around the campus, people who knew him pointed behind his back.

This neurosis, and then laughter.

One day in the classroom, the classmates all threw surprised looks at him, and several classmates who usually liked to joke with him suddenly asked him.

I heard that your kid was taught by the Oriental Sect Master, and Yan Shaobei also gaged.

I studied under the Egyptian archmage, and when the time came, I would go to the ring and compete by casting spells.

On the day of the competition, you must go and see how I win the martial arts championship.

His head didn't burn out, classmate Zhong Tao touched his head.

Roll on, don't be trick-or-treated, it's a mule or a horse, just pull it out and slip it out when the time comes, Yan Shaobei slapped Zhong Tao's hand.

We must go to the scene to watch the game when the time comes, how did you kid get beaten into Zhu Bajie and his second uncle.

By the way, I will help you call an ambulance, and the classmates in the class burst into laughter.

Yan Shaobei was too lazy to pay attention to them, Mr. Lu Xun said it well, go your own way and let others say it!

As soon as he had time, Yan Shaobei went to the school's grove to practice the strange moves in the second part of the book.

Although he couldn't completely ignore those moves, he relied on cultivating these moves to gather a fist-sized ball of true qi in the dantian.

Although these True Qi are not very controlled by themselves, their attack power and speed have increased a lot.

It's just not a master, and he doesn't think it's much of a problem to deal with those players.

There are five days left before the tournament, according to the rules set by the organizer of the event.

The players in the competition have to go to the provincial gymnasium for five days of closed training, and there are special coaches to train them in the ring competition rules.

It is said that this is to reduce the number of mistakes in the game and affect the appetite of the audience.

Then there are the techniques and methods of physical training and dodging, and these players are all martial arts masters.

Training these skills for them is just to keep them in the game and be able to perform at their level.

Looking at these sturdy big guys in the hall, Yan Shaobei knew that these were the seeded players of various sports academies across the country.

All of them are as strong as iron towers, full of tendons and flesh.

Needless to say, you must be able to practice kung fu horizontally, and it is not a problem to open the stele and crack the stone with one punch.

Suddenly, a man walked in outside the door, followed by a group of people, hugging each other.

The man is about 1.9 meters tall, with big shoulders and a round waist, green tendons bulging on his arms, and his steps are as steady as a rock.

A face of indifference, full of warlike intent, and does not squint at the people around him, as if they did not exist.

Walked into a training room arrogantly, who is this?

Yan Shaobei asked a player next to him, this player had participated in the last martial arts competition.

You don't know him! This is the zombie who has defended the title three times in a row.

No wonder it's so dragged, it turned out to be three consecutive champions, but this time the champion will be replaced by another person.

Yan Shaobei believed that his cultivation could defeat the zombies, and there were many coaches in the hall.

Take all the players in the hall away, and say that they are taking them to special training.

Yan Shaobei was left alone in the hall, and no coach came to take him away.

What's going on? When I'm air, there's no coach to take me to training.

Am I not a contestant?

He hurriedly went to ask the staff of the tournament side, and the staff looked at him and asked him if he was a player from Tunghai University.

The tournament told him that there were not enough coaches for the players, so he found a room to practice first.

Wait until there is a coach and then train for him alone.

Yan Shaobei understood that the event party didn't believe that he came to participate in the competition at all, and even if he came, he didn't dare to go to the ring.

In order not to waste manpower, I didn't arrange a coach for him, I card, which is too bad to treat bean bags as dry food.

When I defeat the zombies, I'll impress you snobs.

It doesn't matter if I don't have a coach, I just need to be quiet.

Yan Shaobei found a training room in the gymnasium and practiced those strange moves in the book alone.

Three meals a day were brought by the staff, and after five days, Yan Shaobei felt that the true qi in the dantian was stronger than before.

The Qianzhou Stadium is the largest stadium in the country, which can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators at the same time.

In addition to the previous champion, there are a total of 100 players participating in this competition.

Among these 100 players, the first and second place players are compared, and the first place player is eligible to challenge the champion zombie of the previous edition.

If you succeed in the challenge, you will become the new champion, or you will only be the runner-up, and the champion of the previous edition will fall from the throne and become the runner-up.

The second-place player can only be the third runner-up.

On the first day of the competition, the top 50 players were selected, and each time the contestants competed in the ring were divided into ten groups.

There is no time limit, and there are no rules to limit the fight, and you will fight until the opponent automatically abstains or loses combat effectiveness.

Therefore, in the game, the referee will not interfere under normal circumstances, and will only stop the game between the two sides in an emergency.

It's a bit like the taste of ancient Roman gladiators, and the organizers say that this can reflect the true level of the fighters.

After all, there are a lot of prize money, and no player has ever disputed such barbaric competition rules.

The spectators who came to watch the game were crowded, and tens of thousands of seats were full of spectators.

Some of them were school leaders, relatives and friends, and some were spectators who came from all over the country to watch the game.

Yan Shaobei saw that in the special audience that came to cheer for him, except for a few classmates and seven roommates in the class, there was no one else.

Not to mention that the leaders of the school will come, of course, the leaders of the school are afraid that I will lose too ugly, and I am afraid of losing face in front of the leaders of other schools.

Yan Shaobei secretly decided, since everyone is not optimistic about me like this, I must win the championship and impress you.

At the beginning of the game, Yan Shaobei was divided into the fifth batch of players.

Just take this opportunity to take a look at the strength and martial arts routines of these players, and the first wave of players came to the stage.

Some were knocked over in the ring by a move, and couldn't get up for half a day, so they simply took the opportunity to give up the game.

Some of the fists came and went, and the competition was very intense.

It took almost twenty minutes to end the battle, and more than an hour later.

It was Yan Shaobei's turn to play, only to hear the sound of the scene, and a player was kicked out of the ring by the opponent in less than a second.

It seems that there are masters in this group, and Yan Shaobei wants not to expose his strength too early.

It took half an hour to throw the opponent out of the ring with a trick of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

After nearly three hours of competition, the top 50 were finally selected.

As soon as the competition ended, the students who came to cheer congratulated him, in our minds, you have played at a higher level.

I thought that your kid would lose ugly, either to become demented or to break his arm and leg, but he didn't expect to win the preliminary round.

Although it took the longest time to win the game, I finally won the game.

In the past, we underestimated you, but I didn't think that you kid really had some ability, and tomorrow you can rest assured that you will be bold despite defeat.

Fuck, these guys still underestimate me. Yan Shaobei's heart was full of 10,000 grass and mud horses.

Tonight, I will celebrate the victory of this competition for you, Li Kang invited Yan Shaobei to go to the best restaurant in the provincial capital to have a meal.

As a matter of practice, participants must live in a place arranged by the organizer during the competition.

It is said to be for the fairness of the game and the safety of the players during the competition.

The eliminated players can leave on their own, and after eating, Yan Shaobei returns to his residence in the gymnasium.

A few minutes after entering the house, there was a knock on the door.

Who is looking for me so late, are there still classmates who come to congratulate me?

Yan Shaobei got up and opened the door, and the knock on the door was not a classmate who came to congratulate, but a man in his thirties.

The man has a sturdy build, dark skin, and is about 1.8 meters tall. At first glance, you can tell that he is a practitioner.

As soon as he entered the door, the man introduced himself, saying that he was the coach of the event organizer, called Slack Fang, and his nickname was Thunderbolt.

Before he became a coach, he was also a good boxer, and he only became a coach after retiring.

He told Yan Shaobei that after watching his game, he definitely had the potential to defeat the zombies.