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Chapter 144: Tactical and strategic victory!

"Abstain?!"

All the audience members were stunned when they heard Wu Qing's voice, and then burst into strong dissatisfaction:

"Why did you admit defeat before the fight even started? What's going on? Fengyun Wugao is such a coward."

"It's not a fake match, right?! I thought this Fengyun Wugao player named Chu Xiong was quite good before."

"Fuck! I paid for the ticket to get in, and you're just going to fool me like this?!"

Various speculations and complaints were roaring in the arena. Zhao Lingyu, who was on the stage, also frowned, looking very unhappy.

Bai Yu finally asked her for help. Bai Yu's mother was also watching in the audience.

She came up with all her might determined to perform well, but in the end she won without doing anything, which was very boring.

"Whoo~"

Zhao Lingyu forced herself to suppress the unhappiness in her heart, shook her ponytail, and returned to Bai Ze Wugao's preparation seat to sit down.

"They know they can't beat you, so they do this on purpose. Don't mind it." Bai Yu held Zhao Lingyu's cold hand and comforted her.

Although Lu Yaoshi seems unruly and arrogant, he is actually very resourceful.

The reason why I took the initiative to talk to him at the beginning was to suppress Wang Hai and the other two and create a rift between them.

Now seeing that Chu Xiong had no chance of winning against Zhao Lingyu, he gave up decisively. Even if Zhao Lingyu won, she would only get a dry number. There would be no cheers from the audience and no boost in the team's morale. It would be like a punch on cotton.

However, this tactical abandonment is not without cost.
According to their judgment, Chu Xiong is the second strongest member of the Fengyun Wugao team after Lu Yaoshi. Wang Hai and the other two will have one less strong rival.

Moreover, giving up will seriously affect the emotions of the audience, thus affecting the organizers of the event.

"I know." Zhao Lingyu calmed down, but still felt a little regretful.

Last night’s birthday party was her best chance to meet Zhou Yulan, but she hesitated and gave up. She wanted to perform this time, but failed, and she didn’t know where the next chance would be.

At this time, the commotion in the audience continued and the game could not continue.
The host had no choice but to go on stage and explain the specific reason: Chuxiong was not feeling well and could not appear on stage.

Such statements aroused even greater dissatisfaction. The audience had eyes. Chuxiong was full of energy just now, but now he became a sick cat. How could they believe it?

"Fake match! Fake match!"

"Refund! Refund!"

Some hot-tempered spectators united together and shouted loudly. The event staff on site were overwhelmed by the pressure and had to hold an emergency meeting to discuss how to compensate.

On the Fengyun Wugao side, Lu Yaoshi, who was also surrounded by verbal abuse, still looked relaxed.

Within the rules, the audience could not decide the outcome of the match, and the reputations of these people were not important to him at all.
If he wants, he can spend money to shoot a few online videos tomorrow and become the "approachable rich second generation" and "good man with a good conscience" in the hearts of millions of people.

In this venue, he only needs to prove to the authorities who decide what is good and what is bad.
He is the perfect candidate for the Noah Project, an elite leader who can control everything.

In the most central box on the second floor of the venue, Yuezhou and the nominal queen of a series of islands, the prince of Shazhou who holds the power over internal affairs, the governors of Haizhou and Huazhou, and Nanshanhe, the five of them sat in a row and had a panoramic view of the situation off the field.

Behind them were the guards that each of the five men brought with them, and a group of officials from Huanglong City whose faces had turned grim.

"I am increasingly unable to understand the games played by young people nowadays."

The white-haired governor of Haizhou looked at the excited scene with a smile and shook his head.

"Me too." The wrinkled old queen of Yuezhou sighed, "When people get older, they like to watch simple things. They don't like things that are too tiring anymore."

"I think it's great. It doesn't violate the rules of the competition, with people competing with each other on and off the stage." The younger Prince of Shazhou disagrees with the Queen.

"But it doesn't conform to the spirit of martial arts." The governor of Huazhou crossed his arms, his suit tight around his arms, "Martial arts is to do something knowing it's impossible. You won't get far just for the sake of winning." The governor of Haizhou chuckled and suddenly changed his attitude, "I don't know anything else, but I know I'm sitting here because I can win."

The four of them then had a few more casual arguments, but no one could change anyone else. Finally, they looked at Nan Shanhe, who had been silent the entire time.

"Director Nan, I remember you once fought in this arena. What do you think?" asked the oldest governor of Haizhou.

Nan Shanhe hesitated for a few seconds and then made the final decision: "For me, the result is more important than anything else."

While a few people were talking, the event staff announced a compensation of one-third of the ticket price, using real money to shut up most of the audience and guarantee that such a thing would not happen again. The stalled game began to continue.

"I'm up."

Wang Hai flexed his fists and feet seriously, then spoke in a deep voice to the people at Bai Ze Wu Gao.

According to the order of playing cards, he is the second to appear, and his opponent is the strongest person in Fengyun Wugao except Lu Yaoshi.

"Don't be a coward. Be more excited. Enjoy the game and the arena." Yuan Qiu punched Wang Hai.

"Come on!" Bai Yu patted Wang Hai on the shoulder.

"Pay attention to your rhythm and don't let him disturb you." Qin Ying finally instructed.

"Ok!"

Wang Hai took a deep breath and strode towards the ring.

On the other side, Ma Fan from Fengyun Wugao did not delay and stood on the ring a few seconds before or after Wang Hai.

"You are very unlucky. I know all your moves, and I also happened to use my alien brain to simulate the battle with you. You have not defeated me once in a hundred times." Ma Fan smiled confidently.

"Idiot!" Wang Hai mouthed the words.

"You m~" Ma Fan opened his mouth and wanted to return the curse, but the next moment he was met with Wu Qing's warning eyes.

"You wait." Ma Fan held back the curse words.

If you just chat a little, the referee won’t say much, but if you swear, you will definitely get a card.

A few seconds later, Wu Qing confirmed that the two were ready and floated directly above the arena:
"The second round, Wang Hai from Bai Ze Wugao vs. Ma Fan from Feng Yun Wugao, the match begins!"

"Long!"

The sound of "match start" was heard in the audience, and the next moment, Wang Hai and Ma Fan's fists collided in the center of the ring.

"A new breakthrough in just a few days?!"

Ma Fan felt the force coming from the fist and was slightly surprised.

Wang Hai's punching power is now much stronger than when he simulated sparring. At least he has improved in the use of "steel fist".

"But your habits haven't changed!"

Ma Fan saw Wang Hai raise his hand again, and he easily dodged the swift "Shadow Claw" by slightly turning sideways, and then seized the flaw to hit back with a heavy blow.

"boom!"

A powerful high kick hit Wang Hai's ear. Wang Hai's face was distorted, and dizziness and pain affected his nerves at the same time. He staggered and barely managed to avoid falling down.

Ma Fan looked at him without showing any mercy and kicked him with the second kick.

He had practiced this kind of confrontation countless times, and the result was that Wang Hai was knocked unconscious by his two kicks.

(End of this chapter)