As soon as Chen Mochuan sat down, Li Biao excitedly grabbed him and lowered his voice and said, "Brother Chuan, relieve your anger! It's so relieved! Thank you for avenging me! During the auditions the day before yesterday, this kid was so mean. It was clear that the winner was already decided, but he still wanted to sneak attack on my knee. If the referee hadn't reacted quickly and stopped it in time, I might not have been able to participate in today's main game!"
Only then did Chen Mochuan understand. He knew that Li Biao had lost a duel during the audition. At that time, he specifically went to ask about the specific situation, but the other party only vaguely mentioned it. It turned out that there was such a hidden secret.
"It seems that the lesson I gave him just now was a bit too gentle." His eyes turned cold and he looked at Hong Yifei in the distance.
"It's already good now!" Li Biao looked at Hong Yifei who was being carried off the court on a stretcher by medical staff, and the smile in his eyes grew wider. "Anyway, I wasn't really injured at the time, and losing that game didn't affect my entry into the main game. Now seeing him in such a miserable state, it's worth it!"
Chen Mochuan's shocking punch seemed to inject a shot in the arm into the upcoming competition and also sounded the alarm to all the players who had not yet appeared on the stage.
The smell of gunpowder in the arena seemed to be a bit stronger, and the subsequent contestants were obviously more serious. They did not dare to have any slights or too many reservations, for fear that they would encounter the next "Chen Mochuan" and lose too embarrassingly in front of everyone.
Li Biao, Su Zhining, and Jiang Hao also appeared one after another.
Except for Jiang Hao who was unlucky and encountered a strong No. 13 seed player and unfortunately lost after a hard battle, Li Biao and Su Zhining both performed well and successfully defeated their respective opponents and advanced to the top 32.
As for Antu First High School, siblings Xia Tang and Xia Ze, as Martial Artist, have superior strength and there is no doubt about promotion.
An Chen, on the other hand, was also unlucky. He was matched with a strong opponent and ended up in the top 64.
The pace of the game is tight and efficient.
Just after 2:30 in the afternoon, the first round of 64-32 games was over.
The host came on stage, passionately summarized the first round, and announced loudly, "After the fierce battle in the first round, the top 32 have been born! Then everyone will have a rest period. The more exciting second round competition, 32 to 16, will start on time at three o'clock! Please take the time to adjust your status!"
In the player's rest area, all the advanced players are using this precious half-hour rest time to either close their eyes and rest their minds, or to do a small warm-up to recharge their batteries and prepare for the next battle.
There was only one person who could not sit still and seemed a little uneasy.
His face was not very pretty, and his eyes always drifted involuntarily to Chen Mochuan, who was sitting quietly not far away.
Having been watched a lot, Chen Mochuan, who has a keen perception, felt something. He raised his eyes and looked over, and immediately recognized the opponent as the player with battle number 17, named Gong Chuan.
He had just watched the opponent's first round of duel. This person had solid basic skills, a steady fighting style, and even tended to be cautious.
Moreover, if I remember correctly, yesterday at the Cloud Flow Martial Arts Hall, the other party paid special attention to me.
Combined with the matchup table, his opponent in the second round seems to be this Gong Chuan, so it is self-evident why the opponent keeps stealing glances at him.
Thinking that the other party might be feeling pressured by the upcoming confrontation, Chen Mochuan smiled politely and slightly comfortingly at Gong Chuan, then withdrew his gaze and continued to concentrate on practicing Seal Spirit Technique.
However, when this smile fell in the eyes of Gong Chuan, who was in a state of high tension, it completely changed its taste!
"He must have noticed that I was observing him! He even smiled at me - it must have been a sneer, definitely with bad intentions!" Gong Chuan felt his scalp numb and a cold wind seemed to blow on his back.
Recalling the ferocity he witnessed yesterday at the Cloud Flow Martial Arts Hall when the opponent burst the sandbags, and the series of astonishing volley data left on the Hard-Body Training robot, he began to think wildly.
The "instant kill" punch that broke two of Hong Yifei's ribs just now in the ring was intertwined with other scenes to form a cold picture, which was constantly replayed in his mind.
"Why am I so unlucky!" Gong Chuan wailed inwardly, almost crying without tears.
"I finally managed to get through a hard nut in the first round, but then I ran into such a monster in the second round?! Does the organizing committee's random draw have a grudge against me?!"
Gong Chuan also understands that there is something wrong with his current mentality, but he is just too stressed and can't help but think about some messy things.
He could only try to force himself to calm down.
The time soon came to three o'clock, and the second round of competition officially began.
Zhong Xu, who appeared again, still used the same method, "pushing" contestant No. 25 under the ring with one palm.
This time, Chen Mochuan, who was watching the battle carefully, could not see anything new from the opponent.
After a few more dull games, it was the turn of No. 4 seed An Chiyu to appear. He changed his fighting style from the first round and knocked out No. 11 player with just two moves, winning cleanly.
And when An Chiyu defeated his opponent and walked slowly down the ring amidst cheers, his eyes passed through the crowd and landed accurately on Chen Mochuan in the player's rest area.
Their eyes met in the air!
Chen Mochuan clearly felt the undisguised fighting spirit in An Chiyu's eyes, and instantly understood what the other party meant.
An Chiyu has obviously regarded himself as a real opponent. He seems to be sure that he will be able to defeat the No. 6 "top seed" in his division and join him in the quarterfinals!
In response to this, Chen Mochuan showed no signs of timidity. He stared at the other party directly and gave a positive response.
This silent confrontation in the noisy arena lasted just two or three seconds.
Immediately, the corners of An Chiyu's mouth seemed to curl up with a faint, satisfied arc, and then he looked away and turned towards his seat.
Chen Mochuan also slowly withdrew his gaze, but his anticipation for the next game undoubtedly increased a bit.
At the same time, a corner of the players' rest area.
Gong Chuan stared closely at the battle that had just begun on the ring, silently calculating the order in his heart.
He knew that it would be his turn to take the stage next time.
After the inner struggle and self-regulation just now, his mood is no longer as chaotic and panicked as before, and he has regained his composure.
He kept cheering himself up to prepare for the upcoming duel that was destined to be difficult.
"What are you afraid of! I'm sure I won't be able to beat him, but as long as I'm cautious enough and use my full strength, I should be able to deal with him with a few moves, right?" Gong Chuan thought in his mind, "Then look at the right time and take the initiative to admit defeat when the situation is not too ugly. This way you can avoid injury and lose honorably."
"Well----at least it's more dignified than having his ribs broken by a punch and being carried off on a stretcher like Hong Yifei."
He even began to simulate the upcoming battle in his mind, thinking about what moves he should use to deal with the situation, and after which moves it would be more appropriate to actively distance himself and raise his hands to signal defeat.
Just as he was comforting himself and trying to build a psychological defense, the whispers of the two contestants beside him clearly reached his ears.
"Have you heard? The one named Chen Mochuan is very powerful! Someone in our school group just revealed that they witnessed the audition battle between him and Yi An the day before yesterday. Guess what?" one of them said in an exaggerated tone.
"Stop the ink stains and speak quickly!" another person urged.
"Yi An is worse than today's Hong Yifei! It was also a punch, and he was directly knocked out of the ring more than ten meters away! It is said that he was so embarrassed that he fell so badly that his injuries have not healed yet. He has to lie down at home for a while!"
"You see one beat up another one? So cruel! Do you have a video? Show it to me quickly!"
"There is no video, but it is described as having a nose and eyes, so it cannot be fake!"
After hearing this, Gong Chuan, who had already made sufficient mental preparations, felt as if a basin of cold water mixed with ice was poured down on a cold day, and a chill shot straight from the tailbone to the sky!
"Ten meters away----lie down for a while----"
These words continue to amplify and echo in Gong Chuan's mind.
He seemed to have seen his miserable situation in the next moment - being thrown out like a torn sack, rolling around in front of everyone, losing all face, and having to lie down for ten days and a half with several broken bones——
At this moment, the battle on the ring ended. The host came on stage in high spirits and began to warm up for the next showdown.
"Friends from the audience! The next showdown is definitely worth looking forward to! One is the biggest dark horse in this tournament so far, and he stunned everyone with one punch - No. 22, Chen Mochuan! The other is an outstanding player who showed solid skills and steady style in the first round - No. 17, Gong Chuan!"
"Let us give warm applause to invite two contestants to the stage!"
After finishing the speech, the host was about to leave the stage according to the procedure and give the stage to the contestants, but suddenly stopped.
He first turned off the microphone in his hand with a "click", and at the same time turned his head, holding down his headset with his right hand, and then moved his lips slightly, as if he was urgently communicating with the backstage staff through the headset to confirm certain information.
His expression gradually changed from a professional smile at first to a bit of surprise, and then a hint of helplessness.
This sudden pause made the entire audience feel a little confused.
After waiting for about half a minute, seeing that the host still did not give up the stage, bursts of noisy discussions and impatient urgings began to sound in the audience.
Finally, the host seemed to have received clear instructions.
He took a deep breath and turned on the microphone again. He tried hard to maintain a professional smile on his face, but he could not hide the hint of weirdness and regret in his tone. He announced loudly, "Dear viewers, I have just received the latest notice from the organizing committee of the event. I regret to inform you that due to sudden physical discomfort, player Gong Chuan is unable to continue to participate in this competition. He has officially submitted a waiver application to the organizing committee."
"Therefore, in this match, player No. 22 Chen Mochuan will automatically advance to the top 16!"
As soon as the host finished speaking, the whole audience was in an uproar!
The audience was stunned for a moment, and then burst into even louder discussions.
Abstain?
In a formal competition of this level Yunhai Youth Tournament, he actually chose to abstain just before the battle list was announced and the players were about to take the stage?
Even if you look through the entire history of the event, this is extremely rare!
Various speculations, ridicules, and even disappointed sighs intertwined together, filling the huge venue.
In the players' rest area, countless eyes flicked to where Gong Chuan was.
However, it was already empty there.
Only in the distance at the exit of the player tunnel leading to the outside of the venue, a slightly hasty and quickly disappearing figure can be seen.
As for whether Gong Chuan is really "extremely unwell" or whether it is purely due to "huge psychological pressure", I am afraid only he knows best.
At this time, Chen Mochuan, who had already arrived at the ring and was preparing to appear, had a moment of astonishment on his face, and then regained his composure.
He looked up at the changed promotion list on the big screen, and then glanced at the direction where Gong Chuan disappeared. He understood in his heart and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
This was probably another slightly dramatic portrayal of "conquering the enemy without fighting", but this method was somewhat beyond his expectation.
After the referee signaled, Chen Mochuan returned to his seat with a normal expression amidst the increasingly loud discussions and the gazes of many complicated eyes.
Li Biao, who was standing next to him, came over with an exaggerated expression and lowered his voice. "Brother Chuan, your reputation has scared people out of the competition? You're awesome!"
Chen Mochuan smiled helplessly and did not answer.
With his sharp ears and eyesight, he had vaguely heard someone in the contestants area discussing in low voices, mentioning the incident during the audition when he punched Yi An into the air for more than ten meters, causing him to be seriously injured and abandon the competition.
He did not bother to explain these remarks that were obviously exaggerated and untrue after being spread through several hands.
But he also knows that after this incident, in the minds of other players, especially those who have not yet played against him and are not top players, I am afraid that he will really be equated with words like "fierce god" and "monster".
This may save some trouble in fighting against those with disparity in strength, but it will definitely make the next opponent more vigilant, and may even attract the special attention of the truly strong.
However, he didn't care about it.
His goal in participating in this event has always been clear - to hone himself and become stronger through actual combat with strong players.
Whether it is fighting on the stage or winning without fighting due to fame, it is only one of the paths leading to the ultimate goal.
He gathered his mind and stopped paying attention to the noise of the outside world. While paying attention to the upcoming duel, he sunk part of his consciousness into the spiritual world and visualized the brand with the word "god".
However, a purely Martial Warrior battle could no longer arouse much interest in him.
His attention has long gone beyond these and is firmly fixed on the five seed players who have been promoted to the Mortal Shedding level.
However, according to the competition arrangement, the "top seeds" in the Mortal Shedding realm will not meet before the quarterfinals.
In this round of competition, they all easily defeated their opponents without showing much true strength during the battle.
It is foreseeable that before colliding with each other, they will most likely conserve their strength in this way to avoid premature exposure of their cards.
Ultimately, the gap in martial arts realm is often insurmountable.
Chen Mochuan There are only a handful of "odds" like him who possess spiritual cultivation and combat talents that transcend common sense.
The strength gap between the vast majority of Martial Warrior and Mortal Shedding Martial Artist is clearly visible. Even Tenth Rank Perfection Martial Warrior often cannot escape the fate of being crushed when faced with the real Mortal Shedding situation.
In the other matchups in the second round, there were no big upsets, and the results were basically in line with expectations. The high-seeded players with higher numbers and recognized stronger abilities won all the games.
Regrettably, Li Biao and Su Zhining both lost in this round and ended up in the top 32.
Although both of them have initially mastered Neutralizing Force and are not inferior in terms of skills, when facing opponents with deeper Qi and blood cultivation, who generally reach Tenth Rank or close to Tenth Rank, they ultimately suffer in terms of physical fitness.
This also proves that in higher-level competitions, solid basic Qi and blood cultivation is still the key cornerstone to support the performance of superb skills.
PS: Dear readers, there is only one chapter today, but it is still more than 4,000 words. I will try to add more tomorrow to finish the game.