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This time, the referee of the competition has been replaced by a president of the International Fencing Association, fortunately, this president is also Chinese.

After Kato Ying and Yang Lei heard the order, they immediately stood in the center of the competition area, due to the former's request, the sponge mat used for the first two fighting matches on the field has been removed, and at this time, two hard-working cleaners are wiping the floor back and forth with a cloth to avoid affecting the performance of the two because of water stains on the ground.

Standing on the smooth floor, Yang Lei looked at Kato Eagle with his eyes and was silent.

The other party was the same, for a while, the four eyes on the field changed, only the president of the International Fencing Association who came to act as the referee of the game, first explained the rules according to the procedure, and finally looked at the two and asked, "Do you understand?" ”

The two who were making eye contact were still silent, realizing that they were bored with themselves, and the referee luckily spread his hands and continued to ask: "Do you need protective gear?" ”

Protective gear, a protective measure set on both sides during exercise. Fencing has been officially protected since a French inventor created the face guard before the Storm Wars, and after a century of development, the sport has been perfected and has long been listed as an official sport by the Official Olympic Sports Association.

In modern fencing competitions, people can see athletes wearing white fencing suits on the screen or on the scene, wearing face protection and leather gloves on their hands, as if the shape of the dark warrior also gives the fencer a mysterious quality, which makes people envious.

"No!"

Surprisingly, the two of them refused in unison this time, and soon, the audience began to discuss, because in fencing, the role of protective gear can be said to be the most important in all sports, even if Kato Eagle doesn't wear it, everyone knows that he is the kendo master of the Japanese slave empire, in the perennial actual combat, it is obviously dispensable for such peripherals, but Yang Lei actually chose not to wear it, such a practice, I really don't know if it is out of confidence or arrogance.

In terms of safety, the protective gear can block the damage of the tip of the sword, and the sword does not open the edge, even if the sword tool for the game has not been specially forged, the sharpness is far less than that of the outside world, but if it is directly stabbed in the eye and other vital points of the human body, it can also make people blind on the spot.

As for the other function of the protective gear, it is very simple, that is, to record the number of times both sides have been stabbed, so the fencers are by no means wearing a lot of protective gear in order to be handsome, as outsiders say. Before the Storm War, the athletes' fencing suits were made of special materials and had a gravity sensor inside, but now most events have special motion caps and action recorders on site.

"This time it's a ...... lost"

"Really, who gave this guy the courage?"

The outspoken voice of the Chinese audience made Yang Lei very depressed, isn't there anyone who is optimistic about this game? He couldn't help but look at the vacant position in the stands, and sighed softly in his heart, full of regret.

"Brother, come on!"

The next moment, a shout full of agility suddenly came from the whole hall, and everyone looked at it, only to see that Tang Qian, who was in the VIP area, didn't know when to get up from her seat, ran to the guardrail of the stands, held her breath, and shouted to the audience: "I'm optimistic about your ......"

As soon as these words came out, the entire Huaxia audience area was boiling in an instant, isn't this the little daughter of the Tang family? Looking like that, it could be that he has a leg with the nameless boy on the field......

Looking at Tang Qian's little face in the distance, which was swollen red from shouting, Yang Lei suddenly had an impulse, if there was no one now, he really wanted to go up and kiss that little face, it was so cute......

"See, this is my brother's supporter...... It's just amazing! Regardless of whether he was familiar with it or not, Yang Lei opened his mouth and said to Kato Ying in front of him: "What about your people?" Why didn't I hear anything...... I see, they're not optimistic about you, are they? ”

Looking at Yang Lei's face full of sneers, Kato Ying said indifferently to the referee next to him: "Sir, if there is nothing to advise, then start the game!" ”

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Yang Lei sneered: "Could it be that you can't wait to be defeated by my men?" Don't blame me for not reminding you, I won't show you any affection in front of your disciples......"

"Enough!" Kato Taka couldn't bear it anymore, from the moment he came on the field, this guy talked endlessly, and he is still talking, so he lifted the sword in his hand, pointed at Yang Lei and said: "My time is precious, if you want to play tricks, it's best to think about how to explain to your supporters after losing the game." ”

Yang Lei disagreed, looked at Tang Qian on the stage again, and said with a smile: "You don't have to bother with this, I think if they really love me, then they will definitely not deny my strength by winning or losing a game...... Still, I'm going to defeat you! ”

Saying the last sentence, Yang Lei shouted violently to the Huaxia audience area: "Ivy Bard, let's get up together!" Let me hear your cheers and applause......"

Seeing this scene, the referee's face was full of black lines, and the Chinese citizens in the audience area were even more embarrassed, wondering if this guy had a problem with his brain? Judging from the previous performances, more and more viewers have begun to suspect that Yang Lei ran out of a mental hospital.

The Japanese slave delegation looked at Yang Lei, who was entertaining himself, as if he was looking at a clown. But at this moment, a fierce-looking samurai with a big waist suddenly stood up from his seat, and shouted at Kato Taka under the stage: "Dry daddy! ”

"Dry daddy! Dry Daddy......"

All the samurai of the Japanese delegation spontaneously stood up from their seats, but they didn't know that while Kato Taka was still feeling happy for his students, the Huaxia audience area was silent.

I saw Yang Lei give a thumbs up to Kato Eagle, as if to say, brother, you cow!

With many classic lines from famous action movies resounding in the hall, the atmosphere has gradually reached its peak, so far, the referee stepped forward and made a preparatory gesture, and then saw that the two sides had no opinion and shouted: "Let's start!" ”

The game has begun, and all the spectators are suddenly on pins and needles, and the cheering is gone, replaced by the silent encouragement of the spectators on both sides in their hearts.

"Without protective gear, you're going to die a miserable death!" Lifting the sword in his hand, Kato Taka said contemptuously.

The latter didn't speak, just looked at the tip of the sword in front of him and frowned slightly angrily and didn't speak, yesterday in the tavern first Kimura Taku's abuse, and then because of the reason, Yang Lei has endured Bai Yanzhang's disrespect infinitely, but now...... He wants to tell Kato Taka with his actions that there is a limit to human patience!

Yang Lei knew that no matter how brilliant his achievements were in the first two games, the final victory or defeat would only be born between him and Kato Taka, and the current situation was also what he had thought of a long time ago.

The battle was about to break out, in the distance, in the corner of the audience area, Dongfang Huang looked at Yang Lei on the field and sneered.

"The real decisive battle has just begun......" (To be continued. )