Although this so-called selection tournament has been held for two rounds, these two rounds seem to be a foreplay, and the real highlight is in the final competition.

The high-level officials who had never shown their faces in front were all present on this day.

A large wooden platform was built in the middle of the base, which has the feeling of an ancient Chinese swing competition.

Not far away, the high steps in front of the building were also filled with tables and chairs, just for the upper echelons of the organization to sit.

I saw that there were three central figures sitting at the table, a blond foreigner dressed in army green, an Eastern European with a white beard, and a mixed-race person, who couldn't tell where they were.

All four of them are older, at least in their fifties.

As for the concave eyebrow bone I saw that day, he stood behind the man in army green clothes, and glanced at the field in front of him with a cold expression.

Beside him, there stood many officers from the base.

At that time, there was a man sitting next to the three of them, also wearing a military uniform, poking his head out, pointing at the people below us, and introducing something to the few people who were flattering.

My guess is that he's the head of our base, and it's clear that those guys are a bit more senior than him.

The men nodded, and then he sat down and glanced at the people next to him.

The officer next to him stretched out his hand and motioned to the instructor below to announce the start of the game.

The teams that won yesterday were the Russians, our team and the black team, and all three of us have always been the strongest of all the teams.

Each team sends two people to play against one of the other two teams, and the winner advances to the semi-finals.

At that time, the random draw was a big tall man against a triangular eye in the Russians, I played against one of the blacks, and as for the Eiffel Tower, it was against another black man.

At that time, it was the big tall one who went first, and they were the first.

I originally thought that the tall man could kill him in seconds, but to my surprise, the triangular eyes are very strong, and he knows all kinds of moves, such as small grappling, taekwondo, and judo, and he is short, very flexible, and moves fast.

Da Gao tried several times but didn't catch him, and he stabbed Da Gao twice in the waist from time to time.

Although it seemed that Da Gao had lost the upper hand at the time, I was not worried at all, because I knew that once Da Gao caught him, he would be finished.

Sure enough, the triangular eye tossed blindly for a while, and finally was grabbed by the collar by the tall man, pulled back hard, and smashed his iron fist into his face.

Just one punch!

Triangle Eye suddenly rolled his eyes, almost fainting.

The tall man threw another punch, and his triangular eyes fell to the ground with a pop, and he was silent.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they all seemed to be a little incredible.

Several people in the stands also nodded in satisfaction.

I smiled, I knew best about his strength and knew that it was to be expected.

I turned my head to look at the tower not far away, and he sneered, as if he didn't care.

In the second game, it was my turn with a black man.

In accordance with Chinese etiquette, I respectfully bowed to him.

But the black man was despicable, and when he bowed his head at me, he lunged up and punched me in the temple.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly, and when I saw his feet, I jerked my head, twisted my body, and slapped his jaw with a palm.

The black man was slapped on the head by me and threw himself back a few steps before he stopped.

There was an instant burst of cheers from below.

The black man was a little angry, looked at me angrily, shouted, and then ran two steps quickly, and threw his fist at me with great force.

I jerked out of the way and slammed into him in an attempt to knock him away, but he was quick to rip my clothes and slam my elbow in the face.

I jerked my palm up to block his elbow, and then with a bend of my other hand, the elbow slammed into his ribs.

The underside of the ribs is a very vulnerable place, so the elbow smacked him, took two steps back, and wiped his ribs with his hand with a painful face.

I was always restrained when I made a move, because there was time, and when the time came, I could still tell the winner.

Because I don't want blacks to look like they're losing ugly.

When the black man rushed at me again, I defended and defused his moves again.

The black man was in a hurry, gritted his teeth, staggered his steps, swung his fists, and slammed them at me, but he couldn't punch me.

Finally, after I gently knocked him away by the shoulder, the black man seemed to wake up to the fact that he was no match for me at all, and seemed to understand my intentions.

So the rest of the time was more like he was testing my routine than a pure attack.

When the time was up, the black man whispered "thank you" as he walked down the stage with me, and I felt that his eyes were much softer and less hostile.

In the third game, it was the turn of the tower and another black man.

After the two of them came on the field, there was no nonsense, and the referee gave an order and the two rushed up to the front.

The black man was the captain of their team, and he looked very good, and it was said that he used to be a boxer, so when he went up, he waved his fist a few times, and he looked like him.

However, the tower is stronger than him, and at first the tower was still dodging, but after the warm-up was almost over, the tower went up directly to do it with him, and he didn't even dodge.

The black man's fist was heavy, but it hit the tower like a steel plate, and he continued to rush forward almost without any pain.

The black man was a little stunned at the time, and immediately switched to attacking his upper lane, hitting him in the head.

The tower dodged twice, then suddenly stopped, allowing the black man's heavy punch to hit his trapezius muscles and neck.

Although he received this blow, but the next second he locked the arm of the black man's punch with one hand, the black man was a little surprised, and shook his shoulder back suddenly, trying to pull his arm out, but the force of the tower's arm pressing down was too great, and he couldn't pull it out at all, so he had to use his other hand to slam the tower's abdomen.

But it had little effect, and the tower let out a loud shout, and the other arm was raised sharply, and then slammed it hard.

With a click, the black man's arm suddenly bent at a strange angle.

"Ah——!h

He let out a terrible cry.

The tower kicked him away with an expressionless kick, then spread his hands and raised his fists above his head, looking like a king.

The Russians below suddenly became agitated and whistling.

The black team looked at the tower with a grim face, because they knew that the tower was deliberate.

At this time, the tower turned its head to look at me and the tall man, tilting his head with a look of disdain.

That's the end of today's game, tomorrow the three of us draw lots, two of them face off, and the winning side will continue to play against the undrawn person every other day until the winner is decided.

When we got back to the dormitory in the evening, everyone talked about me and the tall one, saying that they were afraid that the two of us would draw together.

Da Gao smiled at the time and said that it didn't matter, it was all a square team anyway, and anyone could win, as long as the tower didn't win.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and seemed to be very disgusted with the tower.

As we spoke, we heard a commotion outside, and our men went out to look, saying that the blacks were fighting with the Russians, but they were quickly pulled away by the guards.

The next morning, everyone gathered around the ring, and when the high-ranking figures were seated, the referee came and grabbed three sticks for us to draw.

After we each drew one, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I saw that my shortest, the tall one was the same length as the tower's, but I sweated for the tall one.

The tall man smiled at me, signaled that it was okay, and then turned and walked up.

Just as the referee signaled for the game to begin, a soldier suddenly ran up and said something.

The referee nodded, walked down, and then walked up again, holding two daggers in his hands, and threw them on the table.

My face changed suddenly, and I turned my head to look at the stands on the side, only to see the high-level executives nodding and smiling with satisfaction.