Chapter 815: Equipment Competition Begins

When a person is calm and chatting with you at home, this person may not be your friend.

"Mr. Geng, don't let your family suffer!" Deputy Director Sun's voice was already pleading.

"Do you care about your family, Deputy Director Sun?" Su Yi sneered and shook his head, "In front of me, forget these useless disguises. Last autumn, your wife took your little son back to her hometown to visit relatives, but they were kidnapped by bandits on the way. The bandits extorted 100,000 yuan from you. What was your reaction?"

Su Yi smiled at Deputy Director Sun: "You told your secretary at the time that you could remarry if you lost your wife and you could have another son if you lost your son, but how many 100,000 yuan can you earn in your life?"

"It was him! He betrayed me!" Deputy Director Sun gritted his teeth, "When I said this, there were only two of us present!"

"Not necessarily." Su Yi smiled.

Deputy Director Sun looked at Su Yi with fear in his eyes: "Mr. Geng, this time I was blind and offended you, a real Buddha. I apologize to you and I am willing to compensate you for your losses. You tell me the amount and I will try my best to meet it..." Su Yi stretched out his hand again to stop Deputy Director Sun from speaking. "To put it bluntly, the family assets you have saved in this life may not be as much as my annual income. You should keep your little money for your coffin." Su Yi said with a smile, "The reason I came to you is not to blackmail you or threaten you, but just to tell you why I didn't kill you this time." Deputy Director Sun shuddered and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Geng, Mr. Geng, please don't scare me." "You still have misunderstandings about me and think I am scaring you." Su Yi sighed, "This makes me a little disappointed, Deputy Director Sun." "No, no, no, I don't think you are scaring me. It's, I am timid and afraid." Deputy Director Sun hurriedly explained. "It doesn't matter." Su Yi smiled, "In fact, I won't kill you, and I came here just to keep you from making trouble during the game, because I value this event very much."

"If a deputy minister of foreign affairs dies during the game, it will inevitably affect the game and cannot be held as scheduled. This is not what I want to see." Su Yi smiled, "Deputy Minister Sun, let's make a deal. During the game, you will be a spectator. After the game, we will fight to the death. How about it?"

"No, no, no..." Deputy Minister Sun waved his hands hurriedly, "Mr. Geng, I dare not provoke you again! If I dare to provoke you again, I am a pig!"

"Really?" Su Yi asked.

"Really, it's absolutely true." Deputy Minister Sun said firmly.

"But I slapped you." Su Yi frowned.

"This is a wake-up call!" Deputy Minister Sun said seriously, "Mr. Geng, I have to thank you for waking me up! This favor is equivalent to rebirth, please accept my worship!"

As he said this, he really stood up and bowed deeply.

Su Yi looked at him and nodded slowly, saying, "I believe you."

Deputy Director Sun breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when he heard Su Yi continue, "I believe you should not dare to move during the game. If you want to deal with me, it should be after the game. Or wait until I get into trouble one day, and then you can give me a fatal blow."

Deputy Director Sun's heart skipped a beat and waved his hands, saying, "I dare not! I will never dare..."

"Don't deny it." Su Yi said with a smile, "If you don't think so, I will look down on you. A man should take revenge when he has a grudge, and take grudges when he has a grudge. It is natural. Sleeping on straw and tasting gall is only temporary."

"I..."

"Okay, my goal has been achieved today." Su Yi suddenly stood up, walked to Deputy Director Sun, stretched out his hand and patted him on the face, "Remember, don't make trouble for this game again! You can keep the 30,000 US dollars that Zhepeng gave you..."

Deputy Director Sun's pupils shrank and his whole body froze.

Su Yi continued with a smile: "But the matter cannot be done. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Deputy Sun smiled stiffly and nodded.

Su Yi nodded with satisfaction and walked around him to the door.

Deputy Sun couldn't help shaking all over.

He was about to turn around, but he caught a glimpse of the knife still on the table.

"Mr. Geng, your knife - your bottom line is forgotten." He forced a smile to apologize.

Su Yi looked back at him with a smile and said, "It's your bottom line."

Dong Dong.

He knocked on the door, and the door opened. The officer nodded to Su Yi, made way, and Su Yi strode out.

Then the officer closed the door again, and never looked at Deputy Sun in the room from beginning to end.

As soon as Su Yi left, Deputy Sun's legs softened and he fell to the ground.

He was shaking like a sieve, and tried to stand up several times, but failed.

"Geng, Geng Liangchen..." He was terrified and muttered with trembling teeth.

"Someone! Someone!" He suddenly screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The officer walked in and asked expressionlessly: "Deputy Chief Sun, what do you want?"

"Throw that knife away! Throw it far away!" Deputy Chief Sun screamed.

"Yes!" The officer nodded and walked towards the coffee table.

"Stop!" Deputy Chief Sun suddenly called the officer.

He stared at the officer's face with a sick smile: "Do you really dare to throw that knife? That's the knife left by Geng Liangchen!"

The officer looked puzzled: "Who is Geng Liangchen?"

"..." Deputy Chief Sun's expression froze on his face.

"Does the deputy chief have any other instructions?" the officer asked.

Sun Ci-chang's lips twitched, but he finally said dejectedly: "Put down the knife and call all my entourage over."

"I follow your orders." The officer nodded humbly and exited the door.

Ci-chang Sun sat on the ground blankly, and after a long time he faintly uttered two words: "Terrible..."

Returning to the Jinlou, Su Yi saw Gong Baosen's entourage still waiting for him at the door of his room.

"My master has ordered you to see him as soon as you come back."

"good!"

Gong Baosen hasn't rested yet and seems to be writing a letter.

Seeing Su Yi come in, he got straight to the point and asked, "What do you mean by the surname Sun?"

"Next, he should be honest." Su Yi said.

Gong Baosen was startled, looked at Su Yi, and said thoughtfully: "You know the commander of the garrison in Foshan, and you can deal with the deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Are you hiding too deeply? Or am I unable to keep up? time?"

"Master Gong, if I didn't have some skills, I, Geng Liangchen, wouldn't be here today." Su Yi said seriously to Gong Baosen, "I don't hide deeply, I do a lot."

Gong Baosen was silent, then nodded slowly: "The person named Sun originally wanted to bypass us and control you directly. Now that you have blocked him back, you must be careful of him bypassing you again. Don't believe his words easily. Having a set in hand is the specialty of these officials. "

"I took note of it." Su Yi nodded.

"You will also play tomorrow." Gong Baosen looked at Su Yi, "You are a smart person, so logically you don't need me to give you any advice. But when you get older, you can't help but nag a few words."

"Please give me your advice!" Su Yi bowed.

"Hide your clumsiness." Gong Baosen said slowly, "Don't forget to save yourself a hand at any time. You don't have to be old to attack, and you can only punch three times. In the ring, the most important thing is never how to defeat your opponent, but how to protect yourself. ”

"Of course, this is not to tell you to be conservative, but to tell you to pay attention to your measures, let them go out, and have the ability to take them back at any time."

Su Yi nodded thoughtfully.

"Have a good rest and prepare for tomorrow's game." Gong Baosen said, "By the way, I think you get along well with the southern warriors, which is good. If they can all go to the north with you, this will be your team from now on. ”

Su Yi cupped his fists and bowed deeply.

Gong Baosen smiled: "Go ahead."

After Su Yi walked out of the door, Gong Baosen thought for a while, then picked up the pen again and wrote the last four words of this letter - No matter the grudge!

He checked the letter one last time and put it in the envelope.

There are four golden hooks and six large characters on the envelope - signed by my beloved daughter Ruomei.

A night of silence.

At eight o'clock the next morning, the equipment competition officially opened.

A total of ninety-four contestants participated in the equipment competition, including thirty-one Chinese, twenty-three Zhepeng people, and forty foreigners.

The rules of the competition are the same as those of the unarmed competition, and the draws were already drawn during the opening ceremony yesterday.

The first game of today's game is between the Chinese warriors and the Zhepeng warriors.

To be honest, Su Yi is not optimistic about the outcome of this game.

The Chinese contestants in this competition are masters of Yanqing boxing. They are good at fists and kicks, but their skills in equipment can only be said to be average.

Signing up for the equipment competition is purely based on the idea of ​​​​hitting the same pole. In fact, many martial artists who sign up for two disciplines at the same time have this idea.

Su Yi actually doesn't agree with them doing this. Unless he is proficient in fists, feet and equipment, otherwise signing up for both parties with the idea of ​​​​participation is likely to distract his energy and even cause injuries, which will actually affect the health of the people. A game on both sides.

But he, Su Yi, took the lead in signing up for two courses, and other players also did the same. It was hard for him to persuade him, otherwise it would make others think, "You can sign up, why can't I sign up?"

"The Datachi used by the Zhepeng people is about five feet, which is about the same length as the Yue Fei Dao you use, but the Datachi is thinner, lighter, and has a longer blade." Su Yi introduced the Yan Qingquan players who were about to take the stage, " I don’t know which school your opponent is from, but don’t be fooled by the person who uses a broadsword. His swordsmanship must be very light and flexible, so you must pay attention..."

The Yanqing boxing player nodded repeatedly and took note of what Su Yi said.

It's a pity that after taking power, he still lost.

What he met was Masato Takagi, the orthodox successor of Zhe Peng's "Hozan-ryu" kendo. This person was one of the best kendo masters in Zhe Peng's country. When he met a "two-handed sword", he was simply guaranteed to advance.

One round!

Takagi Masato had no intention of wasting time with his opponent. As soon as the Chinese warrior started, he roared and dragged his sword to chop with great force.

Canglang!

Takagi Masacho didn't draw his sword until then.

There was a flash of silver light, and the next moment the blade came first and struck the Chinese warrior's body fiercely.

Shockingly fast!

In Zhe Peng Kendo, great emphasis is placed on drawing the sword and the speed of drawing the sword, and there are even specialized techniques, such as the art of drawing the sword.

Takagi Masaoka's sword has the shadow of Batojutsu, but it is more powerful and concise than Batojutsu. This sword cannot be mastered without ten years of hard work.

Ten years of continuous drawing and drawing of swords every day, crazy boring training, created this lightning-fast sword.

On the other hand, Yan Qingquan, the descendant of Yue Feidao, only practices swordsmanship because he "doesn't have enough skills to overwhelm his body."

Which one is higher and which one is lower will be judged naturally.

"Uh-huh..."

The blade struck the armor, and fire burst out. The Chinese warrior screamed and flew backwards, falling heavily under the ring.

He struggled a few times, blood foam spurted from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground and fainted.

"To that trash!" Takagi put the knife away and cursed disdainfully in Zhepeng language.

The scene was in an uproar, not only because of Takagi's sharp knife, but also because of his ruthlessness.

With this blow, the Hua warrior's ribs were likely to be broken, and he vomited blood on the spot, indicating that he had injured his lungs. With such a serious injury, let alone competing in the competition, it is God's blessing that he can recover slowly.

"You little brat, are you too cruel?"

"Asshole, he wants to kill someone!"

"Hit him!"

The Chinese warriors who gathered around were furious and excited.

"Enough!" Su Yi shouted angrily, "Can't you afford to lose?"

In one word, everyone fell silent.

"If you want to regain your position, meet Zhenzhang in the ring!" Su Yi said coldly, "Send him to the hospital!"

"Yes, Master Geng!"

Arena staff quickly carried the man away on a stretcher.

"Takagi Masasaki!"

The referee loudly announced in the ring.

"Long live! Long live!"

However, the Zhe Peng players all cheered, and their cheerful look was in sharp contrast to the Hua warriors.

"Look at what makes them happy, isn't it because they won a game? The devils have never seen the world!" Someone on the Chinese side couldn't stand the show of force and power over there, and couldn't help but curse.

"That's right, people who don't know think they won the championship, right?"

That's really it.

Yesterday, the Zhepeng people's record was not very good. Four players played, and only one won. After going back in the evening, these contestants were scolded by the top management of Team Zhe Peng and warned them that if their results were so bad today, the losers would have to pay the price.

Zhe Peng's warriors entered the competition under great pressure. Now that they have had a good start, how can they not be excited?

The game will continue, but the second game has nothing to do with the Chinese. It is a Zhe Peng Kendo master facing off against a British fencing master.

The biggest drawback of most fencers in Western fencing, especially British fencing, is that some of their moves are too flashy.

They focus on the stretch and grace of their movements at the expense of speed and efficiency. The result is that they are simply vulnerable in the ring.

Zhe Peng's swordsman only used two moves to place the sword on the British fencer's neck, and the latter had no choice but to admit defeat.

Fierce applause broke out at the scene, and Zhe Peng's master of swordsman politely shook hands with the British fencer to show his "competitive spirit."

Towards Westerners, the Zhepeng people behaved very docilely.