Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 27 Those Geniuses
Due to Qi Ji's outstanding performance, the atmosphere on the scene became very warm. In the audience stands, many people cheered in their seats, and countless people were discussing with each other the wonderful scene that Qi Ji had just contributed.
"Too strong! He can knock weapons away with just one sword. What kind of weird power is this!" A young man widened his eyes.
"Ahhh, so handsome! Qi Ji ahhhh!" This is a beautiful woman who is going crazy on the spot.
"It's not just about strength. He can also strike first and accurately hit the weak points of his opponent's weapon. His movements are incredibly steady! I'm afraid he's at the fourth level or above!" exclaimed an experienced middle-aged audience member.
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After taking a look at his dispirited opponent, Qi Ji took off his helmet, calmly waved to the audience in all directions, and slowly walked down from the stage.
Zhang Zizai immediately came forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you contributed a famous scene to this year's rookie game right away. You young people really know how to make a scene."
The players that he brought out will definitely become popular star players in the military circle. Zhang Zizai feels that he has made a fortune.
Qi Ji smiled slightly: "Old Zhang, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"
"Why are you embarrassed? I'm proud! I'm so proud!" Zhang Zizai smiled like a chrysanthemum.
Qi Ji nodded: "So when is my next round?"
Zhang Zizai led Qi Ji to the players' lounge and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I told you last time that each player will only play two rounds on the first day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. The schedule for the afternoon will be determined only after all the players have finished playing in the morning round. Go and take a rest."
Qi Ji was arranged to their hidden resting point, which was actually a tent set up under the audience seats on the southwest side of the stadium. Then Zhang Zizai left to continue arranging the competitions for other players.
Qi Ji sat in his seat, took out a bottle of water from the box beside him and drank it slowly, his eyes turned to several large screens in the stadium, which were showing some relatively exciting matches in the current round. Every player was wantonly spending their youth and sweat, trying their best to defeat their opponent and advance.
After a while, Yan Qing, who had disappeared to somewhere just now, returned to the rest area. Seeing Qi Ji, he immediately rushed over excitedly: "Brother Qi! You are so awesome, this move is really cool!"
Qi Ji chuckled and rubbed Yan Qing's head: "Why, are you planning to play like this too?"
Yan Qing said jokingly, "I can't learn that. My body hasn't developed well yet. I'm not as strong as you. I can't knock out other people's weapons."
He then added: "I will try to keep the opponent scoreless." His tone was full of confidence.
The cheers in the stadium were endless, and the warm atmosphere made Qi Ji a little excited and it was difficult for him to rest quietly. After a while, he began to miss the feeling of swinging a knife on the stage under the attention of the crowd.
In order to distract his attention, he continued to chat with Yan Qing: "Did you see any strong players in these two rounds?"
Yan Qing also looked bored, resting his head on his hands and leaning back leisurely: "I didn't see them, they all looked rookies to me." He found a piece of grass and held it in his mouth, and continued: "I heard from Lao Du that in this kind of competition, popular players will basically be ranked in the later rounds."
Qi Ji nodded, that’s true, the best dishes are left for the back.
In fact, the outcome of a martial arts competition is decided very quickly. A normal person's physical strength cannot sustain a fight for a long time, not to mention the one-elimination system of the auditions. Basically, the winner of a group can be decided in one or two minutes at the fastest, or a few minutes at the slowest.
While the two were talking, the game progressed rapidly and soon reached the third round.
Yan Qing suddenly sat up straight and patted Qi Ji a few times: "Brother Qi! Look, it's Fang Hanxing from Tianxing. He's going to play this round!"
Qi Ji stood up and looked at the big screen. There were a total of four screens in the venue. Two of them were playing Fang Hanxing's image, and the other two were playing the images of two other seeded players.
There are three seeded players in this round!
As a powerful seeded player who had been highlighted in Zang Feng's information before, Fang Hanxing was naturally Qi Ji's primary focus.
On the screen, the cold-faced handsome guy Fang Hanxing was putting on his helmet and slowly walking onto the stage with a two-handed sword in hand.
His opponent also came on stage at the same time. He was standing there nervously and had already taken up his stance.
Obviously, Fang Hanxing's name still carries a certain weight in the younger generation's military circle.
As the referee signaled to start, Fang Hanxing took the initiative to attack, using Meyer's sword technique's furious strike with great force to slash at the opponent.
Yan Qing laughed as he watched from the side: "Brother Qi, does Fang Hanxing want to learn from you? He is so powerful and wants to knock the opponent's weapon away."
While Yan Qing was speaking, Fang Hanxing and his opponent on the screen had already started fighting. Obviously, although his opponent's skills were not as good as Fang Hanxing's, his weapon would not be knocked away by a heavy blow from Fang Hanxing. After the two of them attacked and defended several times, Fang Hanxing easily pushed away the opponent's weapon and successfully chopped off the opponent's head.
"His movements are swift and his swordsmanship is sharp. He is a strong fighter." Yan Qing chuckled beside him: "But after seeing Brother Qi's famous scene, this Fang Hanxing is obviously not good enough."
Yan Qing said so, and the indifferent reactions of tens of thousands of audience members in the stands indeed confirmed his statement.
The audience's reaction paused Fang Hanxing's movements, and then he intensified his offensive again in the next round and defeated his opponent at a faster speed.
"Hit the head! 6 points!"
"Hit the head! 6 points!"
"The score has reached 10 points! Congratulations to Fang Hanxing for advancing!"
It seemed that he did not achieve the result he wanted. Even after winning, Fang Hanxing still had a stern face. He gently waved to the audience in several directions and quickly left the stage.
In the following rounds, he saw several seeded players who were able to occupy the big screen time. He didn't know most of them, but these players did easily defeat their opponents and advance.
Including Li Kuang of Huben, he reproduced Qi Ji's victory results with violent slashing, and after exchanging several moves with the opponent, he knocked the opponent's sword heavily to the ground. Although he did not achieve an instant kill, his swift and passionate fighting style still attracted the attention of some viewers, especially after the victory, he raised his hands to the sky and roared, which created a wave of atmosphere and attracted many viewers to cheer him on.
Yan Qing also came on the field in the seventh round. With his graceful body movements and clever stabbing, he played around with his opponent and won the match in just two rounds. His thin physique and childish face, coupled with his superb swordsmanship, attracted a large number of female fans and his popularity gradually increased.
But what Qi Ji was most concerned about were the two legendary figures.
The disciple of the Sword Master - Bai Tianhe.
Walking in Jiange——Qin Zijin.
These two, one appeared in the eighth round and the other in the ninth round. It was obvious that the organizer deliberately adjusted the schedule and made them the finales!
