At ten o'clock, the staff of the tournament organizing committee appeared. Hua Bao just took Hua Shang to a staff member and showed his martial arts certificate. The staff signaled that Hua Bao had just left the field, and he took Hua Shang into the center of the kendo arena.

At the same time, the main entrance of the kendo arena opened, and a bustling crowd of spectators poured into the arena and sat in the trapezoidal stands around it. The eight stands are all six or seven full. It seems that the children's meeting tournament is still quite valued and loved by the citizens of Chase City. A group of staff members lined up to run into the arena and maintain order around the kendo arena.

Hua Shang peeked and saw that several other young men with swords on their backs were led to the center of the arena by the staff like him, including Han Tao, the son of Director Han. He didn't look at the others carefully, but only took a special look at Han Tao's sword, and his heart shuddered. Is this a sword? Hack me with that thing, can you chop me? What's the difference between splitting a fly and splitting a fly?

In the center of the arena, the chairman of the organizing committee came to stand in front of the teenagers with a stack of numbers, and while scanning the audience, he said: "Listen to my name, and if you call your name, come to me to receive the number." You've got today's race numbers. ”

"Hua Shang!" The chairman's voice was not high, but it was unusually clear, as if he was speaking in Hua Shang's ear.

"Here!" Hua Shang hurriedly raised his hand.

"Go ahead, hurry up!" the staff on the side hurriedly urged. Hua Shang stepped forward blankly, and the chairman handed Hua Shang a No. 8 sign, "You are No. 8." ”

"Oh, No. 8 is good, Fa Fa Fa Fa!" Hua Shang excitedly took the sign. His words caused a burst of laughter from the teenagers. The surrounding audience also whispered to each other. The staff pulled him to stand behind the chairman.

"What's wrong?" Hua Shang didn't understand.

"Idiot, No. 8 is the weakest!" Han Tao said loudly with a sneer. His words sparked laughter from both the teenager and the audience.

"Cut!" Hua Shang didn't care about the laughter in the audience. After losing so many balls in his previous life and being booed for a lifetime, he has long exercised his nerves like steel bars. Laughing fart, I don't know who is the weakest later.

"Luo Zhixiong!7!"

"Xu Xinran!No. 6!"

"Lu Yanting!5!"

Every time someone called, a teenager stood beside Hua Shang and stood in a neat row.

"Han Tao!No. 4!"

Han Tao straightened his chest, raised his fist and smashed it on the chest, making a roar like a war drum, strode to the front of the stage, took his No. 4 sign, and coldly swept the surrounding teenagers with his small fine eyes, with a momentum like a rainbow. There was a round of applause from the audience. Hua Shang looked in the direction of applause and found that many teenagers wearing the same sportswear as Han Tao stood up in the audience and applauded him. The rest of the audience was talking.

"Han Tao is really No. 4. It is worthy of the first day of the Luobu Youth Martial Arts Center. ”

"One force will drop ten times, and you can beat 200 pounds with one punch. ”

"It's said that at the age of 13, I've already entered the first grade, and now I guess it's a high level, right?"

"This sword is not ordinary!"

"I'll go, all the people from the Luobu Martial Arts Hall are here. ”

Hua Shang glanced at Han Tao. As a quasi-martial artist, his ears and eyes don't mention the spirit, and those so-called discussions that have lowered his voice, he feels that they are simply for him. Han Tao is so powerful? No, I have never heard of this person when I played table tennis in my previous life. It is estimated that table tennis and kendo are not absolutely equated.

"Dong Huan!No. 3!"

A whispered chatter came again.

"Dong Huan is also here?"

"Isn't the Dong family a family of gunsmiths?"

"The sword is the ancestor of all soldiers, first there is a sword, and then there is a soldier. It is the right way to practice the sword first, and then use the way of the sword into the gun. ”

"No wonder it's ranked low. This is to start with the basics of martial arts. ”

"It's not, not to mention the first heir of the Dong family!"

Hua Shang glanced at the young man known as the Dong family. The majestic face of the Chinese character is thin and thin, but the shoulders are extremely broad, the arms are very long, and the arms that are exposed are very strong, as if they were made of iron. His eyes are very bright, typical of tiger eyes, and he looks at everyone like food. He carried two swords on his back, each of which was long.

"I'm going, I'm only the No. 3 seed, so strong?" Hua Shang looked Dong Huan up and down.

"Chu Hong!No. 2!"

A handsome and quiet teenager with black-rimmed glasses walked to the center of the arena in silence and took away his sign without a sound. The No. 2 seed, no one knows where he came from. Black-rimmed glasses?!Can you play with this thing? Hua Shang couldn't help but feel strange as he watched the young man stand beside him. You can't play table tennis with these glasses, you have to shake them off. How confident are you? Huh?

"Rong Henghao!1!"

"Uhh Yes, in all directions! The eight trapezoidal stands were full of screams, heart-rending and deafening. The ones who called out were all girls wearing junior high school uniforms. However, the colors and styles of this junior high school uniform are different, and there are about seven or eight of them. In other words, seven or eight school girls skipped class and ran to the Children's Palace, just to see how spectacular this No. 1 seed Rong Henghao was! The seven top eight seeded players who had already received the number showed unhappy expressions on their faces.

In addition to the unhappiness on Hua Shang's face, there was also deep jealousy, bone-breaking hatred and exuberant eagerness. Rong Henghao, that's right, it's him! It's him! In his last life, he snatched the championship trophy from Huashang, was admitted to Datong Sports School, and became a closed disciple of table tennis celebrity Huang Guanjie. In the second year, he directly entered the Bayi team. In the third year, he entered the national second team. Won the world championship in the fourth year! At the age of 19, he became famous all over the world. And Hua Shang ......

I don't want to! Hua Shang's mood that was still a little uneasy completely disappeared. Rong Henghao! Han Tao! It's up to you! You have lost enough in your last life. In this life, I want to win! I want to win even if I die! I want to win forever! I want to win until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, I will win until the sky is old and the earth will be old, and I will win until you explode on the spot, and you will be embarrassed by the land, and you will be all over the place!

Hua Shang raised his hand, reached behind his back, and gently touched the herring skin scabbard of the long sword. He felt the trembling of the sword of love, the tremor of excitement. Old enemies! Finally meet again! In this life, you will drink!

"Rong Henghao!1!" The chairman of the organizing committee raised his voice. However, no one came to pick up the number.

"Rong Henghao!No. 1!" The chairman of the organizing committee shouted, and the sound was like thunder, which blew up the seven top eight players lined up behind him and took three steps back at the same time.

"It's so strong!" Hua Shang felt his brain buzz, and there was a burst of snow in front of him, as if his brain was about to explode. The chairman of the organizing committee looks harmless to humans and animals, and his face is ordinary, but he didn't expect his voice to come out, and his merits are terrifyingly high!

At this moment, a non-mainstream middle-aged man wearing a long black trench coat and combing braids separated the crowd, like a black whirlwind, and instantly came to the chairman, and made a martial fist salute to him, clenching his right hand into a fist, holding his right fist with his left hand, and closing his chest. The chairman replied with an equally standard fist salute, his gaze like lightning.

The black trench coat leaned into the chairman's ear and whispered a few words. The chairman nodded slightly: "The game will start on time, he will still be No. 1, the game will not be in time, and the game will be lost." ”

The long-haired black trench coat saluted again, quickly turned around, and rushed into the crowd and disappeared.

"Now grouped!" the chairman of the organizing committee turned around and glanced at the seven teenagers present with his majestic gaze, "1, 3, 5, 7 are in group A, 2, 4, 6, 8 are in group B, and the game will start in 5 minutes." The chairman made a gesture to the staff present, and then walked down with his hands behind his back and a blank face. Obviously, Rong Henghao's absence made him dissatisfied.

The sound of light footsteps came, and seven staff members came to the seven teenagers, guided them to the rest room next to the arena, and sent them the schedule of the group battle, and explained to them in detail. After all, they are all children, and if someone doesn't use their brains, it's easy to make mistakes.

Waves of sighs sounded in the stands around the arena, and many girls were so aggrieved that they cried. They deliberately skipped class to see Rong Henghao. Rong Henghao, who is known as a genius of kendo, is not only a descendant of the Rong family, a prominent martial arts family, but also ranks first among the descendants of the Rong family, which is full of talents. At the age of 12, he was the first martial artist in the country. At the age of 15, he has already cultivated to the peak of the first rank, and he is only short of breaking through the barriers, being promoted to the first order of martial arts, and becoming a master. Young and golden, handsome and handsome, the jade tree is in the wind. has both beauty and art, and becoming a juvenile idol is a matter of course.

Listening to the sigh of the waves crashing on the shore, Hua Shang was really unhappy, how unhappy. This Rong Henghao was enough for the protagonist's aura in his previous life, how could he still have a protagonist template in this life. Are you reborn or am I reborn!

"I'll cut you after I cut Han Tao. The battle intent in Hua Shang's chest was burning.