My card game came true

Chapter 242

After entering the venue, Song Luo didn't feel any problem.

Everything was as usual, audiences from all over the world gathered in the auditorium on both sides, and there were also many members of the martial arts gymnasium who were dressed very fancy.

Song Luo just glanced at them, and he could only feel a little genuine energy exuding from a few of them, most of the others were ordinary people. The guy with the title is so flimsy that he didn't even manage to strengthen his body. He just saw such a business opportunity and was ready to make money.

What can Song Luo say about this?

I can only wish them the best of luck. After all, Song Luo also saw Tang Yushu's meeting briefing on the way here, which mentioned the need to rectify such acts of posing as extraordinary people and opening martial arts gyms.

Guys like this are estimated to be seized by the relevant departments when they return to their own territory.

It was too much trouble for Song Luo to do something.

"Representative Song, this is the list of games for today. We will have eight games in the morning and eight games in the afternoon. It will end at four o'clock today."

The person in charge of the field handed Song Luo a list, which was the list of players, referees and auditors for today's game, and even the broadcast commentary was on it.

Song Luo glanced at it and found that it had been marked in red by the person in charge. For example, a certain player came from a certain martial arts gym and was the seed player of this conference.

Among the contestants who entered the 32-to-16 group stage, 25 were men and only 7 were women.

The order of the groups is messy, and it seems to be the result of drawing lots.

It's just that this order should be arranged. The first game is against a player of similar strength, both a first-level transcendent. He should be able to fall into a stalemate and add some highlights to the game.

Because in the next few games, a second-level transcendent played against a first-level transcendent, and there was even a second-level transcendent against a player who had not yet completed the rating.

Of course, the fact that the rating has not been completed is just a nice way of saying it. If you put it in a bad way, it would be...not popular.

In these sixteen matches, there were only three evenly matched matches, and the remaining thirteen matches were not 'fair fights'.

Of course, drawing lots to determine the opponent is the fairest way. After all, there is only one champion, and the champion is only for the strong.

If you are weak and come to participate in the competition, you will naturally be pressed and rubbed on the ground by the strong, and there is nothing you can do.

However, Song Luo was still very interested in the eighth and last match in the morning.

Because the eighth match was a battle between two first-level transcendents, and Song Luo's favorite sister was among them.

The girl who won the first game of the opening ceremony.

The name is Wang Wei, a very ordinary name.

The girl's appearance is not all that stunning, but the youthful and active atmosphere makes this green girl quite eye-catching, no matter what other people think, Song Luo likes it quite a bit.

This kind of liking is not the liking of the kind of dirty heart, but a kind of appreciation for beautiful things.

Song Luo didn't go to watch the battle on the serious rostrum, but in a special auditorium on the side.

Song Luo doesn't really want to expose herself to the public eye. Some people want to win everyone's attention, but Song Luo is not such a person. Rather than gaining the attention of others and becoming a public figure, Song Luo wants to Become an unknown crowd of onlookers.

"Representative Song, do you need any drinks?"

The person in charge who was supposed to be on the rostrum walked over courteously, and kept nagging in Song Luo's ear.

The sound of fists and kicks echoed everywhere in the competition venue, and the voice of the person in charge was a little irritated. Song Luo glanced at it and said, "You don't need anything, this gentleman should watch the competition carefully, today After that, we don’t have much interaction, so we don’t have to keep courting me.”

After hearing Song Luo's words, the expression on the face of the person in charge was a little uncomfortable.

But he also understood that the person in front of him was not someone he could offend, so he could only swallow his anger, nodded and bowed to Song Luo again, and then carefully left and retreated.

After the annoying 'fly' left, Song Luocai felt much better. Xiaobai beside him sat obediently in the seat next to him, sticking out his tongue, and seemed to be watching the game seriously, with a naive look on his face.

One person and one dog just watched the game in the auditorium.

For Song Luo, the confrontation between first-level transcendents was interesting, much better than on the first day.

Song Luo also came to watch the battle on the first day. At that time, Song Luo felt that most of the extraordinary people were fighting with eight punches, and these extraordinary people on the first day had nothing to say.

Although the moves of the transcendent here today are immature, at least they still have some routines. It can be seen that their moves are exquisite, much stronger than Wang Baquan.

However, Song Luo could also tell that they seemed to be inexperienced. Although they performed well in the challenge arena, they didn't seem to be very good at actual combat.

In the arena battle, pay attention to the point.

In order to score points, many players unconsciously changed some of their thoughts, and because there was no threat of life or death, they did not feel any sense of crisis.

Seeing this, Song Luo could only nod his head, saying that it didn't matter.

Sooner or later, these greenhouse flowers will face a life-and-death crisis, and Song Luo also hopes that they can live longer.

While Song Luo was thinking, the first match gradually came to an end, and after a short rest, the second match also began.

It's just that the next few games were not as exciting as the first one. After all, it was a battle between a second-level extraordinary person fighting a first-level extraordinary person, and a junior high school student fighting an elementary school student. There is really nothing to say.

What made Song Luo a little speechless was that the interval between each game ranged from 10 minutes to 10 minutes, and the game time was only 3 to [-] minutes... It hurt.

Quite boring.

Song Luo played with his phone for a while, and before he could open the chat software to see what was going on, a brief exclamation suddenly came from Song Luo's ears: "Wow... such a cute dog, wow. Uh-huh."

Who put it there to tease Xiaobai?

Song Luo turned his head and saw a few girls who looked about 20 years old beside Xiaobai, who seemed to want to please Xiaobai.

It's just that Xiaobai held his head up, and Samoyed's snow-white hair stood up, looking very proud, and he looked very disdainful towards those girls who seemed to be indifferent.

Seeing this scene, Song Luo was happy. At this moment, he also heard the girls whispering: "What a proud dog, let's take a video, I..."

Hearing this, Song Luo couldn't turn a blind eye anymore, so he could only step forward and say, "Ahem, I'm sorry, my dog ​​is not suitable for taking videos."

(End of this chapter)