On August 15, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the Qi National Martial Arts Competition officially kicked off. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The top ten in the five districts, 50 finalists, only 41 people were present, and there were eight people left in the Beijing division, eight in the east district, nine in the west district, eight in the south district, and eight in the north district.

It was Chen Tianfang and Zhu Ying who withdrew from the competition in the Beijing Division, and these two people are still lying in bed and can't get up, so naturally there is no way to participate in this final final.

The players who have lost in other divisions are similar to their ends, and they are all the ones who are no longer able to play.

Even if the players who are standing on the field now ready to participate, many of them are injured, Li Sitong is still wrapped in bandages, he was slashed that night, if he didn't escape quickly, maybe he would have died in the alley, for these nobles they will have some scruples, but for a civilian like him with no background, there is no spare hand, and you can only blame you for being unlucky.

The person in charge of the game has been replaced by Liu Jin, the secretary of the military department, and to this extent, it is time for him to come out and brush up on his sense of existence.

He is already used to this kind of pre-game attrition, and he will feel strange if there is no accident in that year, and he will feel strange if there are a few fewer people, for these so-called famous families, they don't seem to be able to show their existence if they don't play some tricks.

"Noon has arrived, the players who did not arrive are regarded as abstaining, there are a total of forty-one players, we will put forty-one notes marked with number plates in the box, you draw in turn, the order of the duel is No. 1 to No. 2, No. 3 to No. 4 and so on, No. 41 will have a bye in the first round, and then the winning twenty players will draw lots again, this time I will put in nineteen blank slips of paper and a note with a number, the player who draws the number needs to face off with the No. 41 player once, to determine the winner to advance to the next round, The draw will take place two days after the first round, during which time players can try to get back to their form, and to make up for it, the No. 41 player will need to know who he is against on the day of the match. ”

In terms of rules, the No. 41 player is naturally more advantageous, and the top ten players in each district are not mediocre players, and no one dares to guarantee that they can win intact in a round of collision between the two sides, and it is hard to say whether they can face the No. 41 player in full condition after two days of rest, just because the draw can only be carried out two days after the end of the game, and the No. 41 player is known to everyone today, people can study the No. 41 player, but No. 41 is unable to study the 20 players. It can be regarded as slightly erasing the advantages of some of the No. 41 players.

After reading out the rules, forty-one people went up in turn to draw their number plates, Ye Yanran opened the number plate in her hand, No. 13, which was regarded as an ominous number by the West in her previous life, but unfortunately, she did not believe in Christ, and there was a Buddha in her body. Naturally, I don't care if this number is ominous.

"Hahaha, I'm the forty-one!!" A voice next to him called out excitedly, Ye Yanran turned her head to look at him, she didn't know it, she only knew that it was a player from the West District, in fact, except for Li Sitong and Sikong Yun, Zhao Xuan, and Dugucheng on the field, she only knew the names of a few people in the capital district at most, and she didn't know any of the others.

"The draw is complete, and then the No. 1 and No. 2 players are invited to the stage."

The two walked over the crowd to the stage, and one of them turned out to be Li Sitong.

The opponent is a Western District, and Ye Yanran doesn't know his name.

Liu Jin checked the number plates of the two and announced: "In the first game, Li Sitong of the No. 1 Beijing Division faced Yang Kang of the No. 2 West District. ”

Yang Kang looked at Li Sitong, smiled, and said in a low voice: "Li Sitong, I have heard of your name, it's a pity that my people didn't hack you to death that night." ”

His voice was very small, but it was enough for Li Sitong on the stage to hear it clearly, and Liu Jin, the secretary of the military department next to him, also heard it, but he didn't have any reaction.

Li Sitong grabbed the handle of the knife and pinched it hard, his eyes staring at Yang Kang opposite.

"Haha, it's this kind of look, angry but helpless, Young Master Ben likes to see you pariahs show this kind of look the most, come and kill me, maybe Young Master Ben can accept you as a house slave when he sees that you are doing well, isn't this the purpose of your participation in this martial arts, hahaha!" Yang Kang laughed at Li Sitong, Li Sitong didn't say a word, and Liu Jin was like a wood carving on the side.

"It's game on." Liu Jin shouted flatly, he had seen a lot of this situation, and he didn't think what Yang Kang said was wrong.

When the words fell, Li Sitong pulled out his knife and slashed it, and he felt a faint pain in the wound on his body, which only made him more resolute in this knife.

Yang Kang had belittled Li Sitong as worthless before, but he had already taken precautions in his heart, and his previous words were just to disrupt Li Sitong's thoughts, if he didn't have scruples about Li Sitong, he wouldn't need to use this method, and he naturally knew how many skills the family generals he sent out would have, and Li Sitong was able to escape under them, which was enough to attract his attention.

It's just that although Li Sitong escaped, he was injured, and it was good to be here today, and it was just a pipe dream to fight with him again.

Yang Kangwu put the spear in his hand and parried Li Sitong's angry knife, but there was a faint pain in his hand, but he could see that Li Sitong's knife was just an explosion of anger, and it would not last long, plus the injuries on his body, as long as he carried this period of time, Li Sitong would naturally turn from prosperity to decline, and then it was time for him to play.

Although it is a little embarrassing to be pressed and beaten by a pariah in front of the public, this is temporary after all, and in the end people will remember that they are only the winners, and what is defeated but they have played their own demeanor, but they are just comforting their lies, and people will still remember only the winners.

Li Sitong slashed down one after another, Yang Kang just parried and didn't fight back, but he already felt that Li Sitong's momentum was beginning to fail, and he began to look for his own opportunity, it was too ugly to be suppressed like this, and those guys who didn't understand anything at the bottom estimated that they were slandering the people in the Western District at this time and couldn't beat the people in the Beijing District.

The people of the capital looked down on outsiders, and the entire Qi country knew about it, but Yang Kang didn't know where their superiority came from, even the emperor didn't dare to show his superiority to Pingxi Hou.

Li Sitong slashed down again, but this time he was shocked to reveal a trace of space, a touch of pain flashed in his eyes, and his wounds were too much.

Yang Kang's eyes lit up, finally couldn't hold it anymore, with a force in his hand, the body of the gun shook, shook Li Sitong's knife, and a shot pierced Li Sitong, a muffled sound came, Yang Kang laughed proudly, the outcome was decided.

The blood splashed on Li Sitong's waist, but his body did not stop, he hit the tip of the gun in front of him, the big knife in his right hand was raised, and it was slashed down, Yang Kang's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and the right hand holding the spear was cut off shoulder to shoulder.

"Ahh Yang Kang clutched his shoulders and screamed bitterly, falling to the ground.

Li Sitong propped himself on the ground with a knife in one hand, and the spear stabbed him in the body, and blood continued to flow out.

"I admit defeat, save me!" Yang Kang looked at Li Sitong as if he had seen a demon.

"In the first game, Li Sitong won." Liu Jin glanced at Li Sitong with appreciation, this kind of person may be able to be used for his own use, of course, provided that he can survive, the injuries on his body are much more serious than Yang Kang's, but Yang Kang is already afraid.

Li Sitong tore off his clothes, pressed them on the wound, and staggered off the stage, and the audience got out of the way and watched him leave in silence.