Chapter Seventy-Five: Go to the top and raise the country's skills
Zhao Yan followed Mei Yishi and the others back to Sichuan City.
He added the WeChat of Liao Yichao, the captain of the third team, and the other party gave him an address and asked him to report early tomorrow morning.
After Zhao Yan returned to the city, he contacted Lu Yuan as soon as possible:
"Mr. Lu, the matter has been resolved, is it convenient to meet with you now?"
Then he went to the villa on a long road again.
"The murderer was caught and killed on the spot, and the results will soon be announced to the public."
Zhao Yan said to Lu Yuan.
"Hey."
Lu Yuan sighed, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes:
"Okay, Lao Bi's family can finally look at it."
"Mr. Lu, this time I owe you a favor."
Zhao Yan said seriously.
If it weren't for Lu Yuan's help, there was a high probability that his mission would have failed.
"Hahaha, a little thing, don't take it to heart, you can teach me to do Tai Chi well, let me learn real kung fu."
Lu Yuan laughed.
"No problem."
Zhao Yan responded with a smile.
"Also, I have something I want to discuss with you."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm going to quit City Championship ....."
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September 10th.
The City Boxing Championship at Chuancheng Station ushered in an 8-in-4 match, and because of Zhao Yan and Nie Shouren, the attention of this competition was much higher than in the past few sessions.
However, just before the start of the competition, the organizing committee suddenly announced that Zhao Yan, a player from the Unbounded Fighting Club, had retired due to injury.
This news surprised many people, many reporters and spectators who were present today were coming for Zhao Yan, but Zhao Yan suddenly withdrew from the game.
Yesterday's game was good, and I defeated my opponent with one move.
As a result, he retired due to injury today?
"You quit because of me?"
Nie Shouren, who got the news, called Zhao Yan as soon as possible.
"Master Nie, I made a mistake in my practice yesterday, and I did withdraw from the competition due to injury."
"You ......"
"There's one more thing I want you to help me with, I want to go to the top country to fight the UFC."
"You want to fight the UFC? Aren't you unwilling to join me in preaching martial arts? ”
"I really don't have that much time to do publicity, but it's still okay to go abroad to play a few games, can Master Nie help?"
"Haha, if you are willing to fight, don't worry, wrap it up on me!"
"Then thank you, Master Nie."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yan immediately called Coach Sun again:
"Hey, Coach Sun."
"Xiao Zhao, Mr. Lu suddenly told me this morning that you had an accident and retired due to injury. How's it going, are you alright? ”
"I'm fine, a little injury, just take care of it for a few days."
"That's good, you take care of your injury, it's okay if you miss it this time, there will be a lot of games in the future."
Coach Sun comforted.
Although he was comforting Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan could hear his regret in his tone.
"Coach Sun, I have already contacted someone, and I am going to go to Jianguo to fight in the UFC, would you like to go with me and continue to be my coach?"
“...... Fight the UFC? You're not kidding?! ”
"Haha, of course no kidding, very serious, I don't believe you can ask Mr. Lu, I will go to the UFC tryouts as an unbounded fighting club fighter next."
“...... Zhao Yan, if you want to fight in the UFC, you should ask a more professional training team instead of asking me to be your coach. I know my level, and at most I can only guide you to play domestically. Since you have such a good opportunity to fight in the UFC, you should cherish it and not play with it. ”
Coach Sun on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before solemnly saying to Zhao Yan.
Of course, he knew how much benefit he would gain if he entered the UFC with Zhao Yan as a coach, but he still turned down Zhao Yan's invitation.
He was unwilling to delay Zhao Yan.
"Coach Sun, do you remember what I promised you? Take your share to win together and go to the highest stage! I've promised others that I'll do it, and now is the time for me to make good on that promise. ”
"Zhao Yan ....."
"You are my coach and go to the UFC with me, Mr. Lu has agreed, you just obey the leader's arrangement, Coach Sun."
"Hey ......"
"That's it, hang up."
Zhao Yan hung up the phone with a smile.
The reason why he suddenly withdrew from the competition was actually for Nie Shouren.
If the other party wants to promote martial arts, it is best to climb all the way to the top with the most brilliant image, so that it is the most convincing.
And if Zhao Yan continues to participate in the competition, he will meet Nie Shouren in the semifinals.
Zhao Yan was confident that he would definitely win, and he didn't want to deliberately lose to the other party, so he could only retire early, which could be regarded as a fulfillment of Nie Shouren.
As for going to the UFC, it was to fulfill the promise to Coach Sun.
Zhao Yan never promises others easily, but as long as it is something he has promised, he will do his best to do it!
In addition, he is also to repay the favor of the long way.
Compared to winning a domestic championship, winning the UFC championship as a player of the Unbounded Fighting Club is obviously more important!
Zhao Yan really doesn't have a lot of time to spend on martial arts, so his idea is to make it to the UFC as quickly as possible, then get the right to challenge for the title, win the title, and then he can 'retire'.
He was sitting in the car at this time, heading to the address Liao Yichao gave him.
Eventually, the car was parked under the building of a gym.
"Jinchen Fitness."
This is the name of the gym.
Zhao Yan stood downstairs and waited, and soon saw Liao Yichao coming out of the elevator.
The other party looks to be in his forties, and although he is tall and burly, he always has a kind smile on his face, which makes it easy for people to feel good at first sight.
"Xiao Zhao, follow me."
Liao Yichao greeted Zhao Yan warmly.
Then he took Zhao Yan into the elevator, put his face in front of the screen for face recognition, and then pressed the highest 4th and 3rd floors at the same time.
Zhao Yan felt the elevator start to run down.
"This is a normal gym to the outside world, and there is nothing unusual to see, it is actually a secret stronghold of the Dragon Teng Society, and members of our third team usually come here to train."
Liao Yichao explained to Zhao Yan.
"In the world of Gunfire, we disguise our appearance and voice in order to hide our identity in the real world, because in the real world, players in the Order Camp and players in the Evil Camp are mortal enemies, and once their identities are revealed, they are likely to encounter danger!"
Zhao Yan remembered the prestige he had gained after killing Lu Zhuo, and asked:
"Captain, is the benefit of killing players from the opposing faction in the real world gain reputation?"
Hearing the title of 'captain', the smile in Liao Yichao's eyes was even stronger:
"That's right, reputation is a good thing, and it can bring a lot of benefits. For example, when your reputation exceeds 300 points, you can trigger the title quest, and you can get the relevant title after completing the quest. For example, one of the titles I got was called 'Fearless', and as long as I put on this title, I gained +20% strength when fighting people head-on! ”
"In addition, when you kill a player from the opposing faction with high reputation, you have a chance to get equipment or items from the opponent."
Zhao Yan nodded, it seems that "Gunfire" is encouraging players from the two camps to fight each other.
Liao Yichao advised:
"So in the real world, you have to be careful to hide your identity and keep a low profile as much as possible. No matter how many souls you have, there is only one life in the real world! ”
Zhao Yan said suddenly:
"Captain, I'm going to fight in the UFC in the top country next, and I may not be able to keep a low profile."
"You're going to fight the UFC? Why? ”
Liao Yichao frowned.
Zhao Yan smiled and explained:
"Let's go to the top and raise the national arts!"
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