Chapter 148: The Final of the Martial Arts Conference (1)

Fifty meters away from the martial arts competition venue is the working area of the organizing committee, on the third floor of this temporarily rented office building, which is the meeting room of the organizing committee. It was late at night, but the room was still brightly lit, and dozens of delegates sat in their chairs exhausted for the third round of consultations.

"Delegates, this is a revised statute of the competition, and we have to decide today whether to support the original schedule or adopt the revised new plan!"

Qiu Mingcheng, chairman of the organizing committee, looked around and observed the expressions of each conference delegate.

Obviously, the delegates present were all caught up in the difficult thinking of the two proposals, and everyone was silent, constantly looking through the two thin sheets of paper in front of them to print the schedule.

As the minutes ticked by, the clatter of flipping through the pages resounded throughout the conference room. The chairman of the organizing committee looked at the time, a little breathless, stood up and wanted to say something, but when he saw that the delegates did not mean to express his position, he poured a sip of tea and swallowed the words back, and sat back in the chair in a cramped and uneasy manner.

"Chairman Qiu, I still support the original plan!"

A bad old man in a white robe said slowly.

Someone started talking, so these representatives from various martial arts halls spoke out one after another and expressed their opinions.

"That's it!"

Qiu Mingcheng stood up, pressed his hand, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Since all the delegates have different opinions and views, let's vote on these two plans, and I hope that all the delegates present here can respect and cooperate with the implementation plan of the final decision, and support the implementation!"

Drip, drip!

The voting button appeared on the table, and the representatives had solemn expressions, and they were very formal in their voting for the final plan.

In two minutes, all the delegates closed their votes, and the computer quickly generated the results.

Qiu Mingcheng looked at the results on the screen and nodded.

"Now that the voting is over, we must implement the plan according to the results of the voting! Palm old, it's good! ”

Zhang Zhengqi, who was sitting at the far side of the conference table, finally opened his eyes when he heard Qiu Mingcheng's inquiry.

"Let's do it!"

At the end of the meeting, all the delegates dragged their tired bodies, and with the support of the driver, they got into the car and fell asleep tiredly.

At the height of the night, three old cars of the passage company drove up to a private clubhouse in the city center.

In the VIP private room, three gray-haired old men were holding goblets with a smile on their faces.

"Tsk, it's still the taste of the red wine here!"

"Needless to say, the raw materials here are all seeds that the boss found from the abandoned ancestral planet earth, and after careful cultivation, this can make such a mellow red wine!"

As soon as it came to the ancestral star earth, the three of them also opened up their conversations, and their words gushed out endlessly like gurgling water, and laughter filled the entire private room.

"Alright, let's get down to business!"

The silver-haired old man sitting on the edge was dressed in a loose suit, and the cup in his hand was full of red wine.

"Yun Shengrong, what are you going to do in this final?"

The old master next to him asked the old man in a suit.

"Second Her, this time, you look at the disciples of the old man, but they are all hard-nosed, I'm afraid they will be the top three again!"

The bald guy on the other side accosted.

At the mention of the old man, all three of them were silent for a moment.

"Palm Zhengqi!"

This name seems to have violated everyone's taboo, everyone's face is solemn, Yun Shengrong's body trembled slightly, it was really like a deep hatred, and there was a ruthlessness of crushing bones and ashes.

"What, Yun Shengrong, this time, I really want to move the old man!"

She Lao Er's face was full of surprise, and the bald guy and the two of them leaned towards Yun Shengrong slightly.

"Zhang Zhengqi has been arrogant for all these years, and now it's time to stop the ship and dock and return to the ruins!"

Seeing that the two were silent, Yun Shengrong continued.

"Those Yingjie disciples of Zhang Zhengqi are all small seedlings that will thrive, and they must be eradicated from the grass to the roots, and they can't be let go! I think it's in this final, let's operate it, and let the old man suffer hardship! ”

"This can't be done, if Zhang Zhengqi knew what we did, he wouldn't let us go!"

"Who said we did it! Martial arts competition, swords without eyes, real guns and live ammunition fights, accidents can't be avoided, even if you die, it's only a matter of event design, which round will get us to blame! ”

After listening to Yun Shengrong's words, the other two couldn't help but breathe nervously and gasped for breath.

"That's what you want!"

Hearing the surprised cries of the two, Yun Shengrong nodded and gently placed the goblet on the table.

"It has to be done!"

The publicity of the martial arts tournament reached its peak, and there were bursts of advertising campaigns in various cities on Mars, and large-scale coverage of the finals of the martial arts tournament in various ways and modes.

On October 13th, the final of the grand martial arts conference was finally held smoothly, with countless flowers and applause, salutes and lanterns adding color to the finals.

After rectification, the mode of the finals has changed, and it is mainly divided into weapon fighting and martial arts. For the safety of the contestants, all the weapons in the fighting link are made of special materials, which can show the toughness of metal, but the sharp surface is coated to hit the human body without causing harm.

Martial arts are divided into two modes, one is normal martial arts hand-to-hand combat, and the other is called life hanging by a thread.

The so-called life hanging by a thread is to set up a one-meter-high, ten-centimeter-wide single-plank bridge framed by polymeric materials in the arena, and the contestants will be blindfolded to compete in such a difficult environment. The rules are simple, two people compete against each other, and whichever side knocks the opponent off the single-plank bridge first wins.

According to the official explanation of the competition, this mode of life hanging by a thread mainly considers the balance and adaptability of the contestants. But everyone is very dissatisfied with this, and unanimously believes that this kind of fate-hanging game behavior is the organizers of the competition in order to play a gimmick and then maliciously hype, mainly to gain attention and make profits!

"This fucking shit! What fate hangs by a thread, an official competition makes them a miasma, and a group of stupid donkeys are tossing blindly! ”

When the "old bastard" heard about the schedule pattern of the finals, he couldn't help but scold in front of Zhang Zhengqi.

As one of the participants, Zhang Zhengqi couldn't help but smile bitterly when he was rushed into his ears by such a vulgar hooligan-style abuse, wanting to reach out and appease the bad old man in front of him.

"Fuck off, I don't listen to you!"

Looking at the "old bastard" who twisted his ass and walked away, Zhang Zhengqi shook his head.