"My son will officially start the competition tomorrow. Haven't your procedures for watching the live broadcast been completed yet?" Nanda Masako came to the study and stared at her husband who was looking at the computer screen unhappily.

"Didn't you care about family affairs? I've been busy during this period and haven't been able to take care of this for a while." Yagyu and Shima answered their wife while checking something on the computer screen in the study.

"But you used to run the cable TV channels for charging fees!" Nanda Masako was very dissatisfied. Why didn't her husband take his son's competition at all?

"Masako, the company has some troubles recently. I have indeed forgotten it. I'm sorry!" Yagyu and Shima looked away from the screen, looked at their wife, and apologized.

"Ah! What trouble is the company in trouble?" Looking at the husband's raised head, his tired eyes were obviously covered with blood. Masako Nanda was a little guilty. She was patronizing her son, but she didn't care about the trouble her husband encountered during this period.

She walked up, gently held her husband's head into her arms, and gently rubbed Yanagi and Shima's temples with both hands so that her husband could relax.

"Some time ago, didn't you install direct drinking water at home? Yesterday morning, the Governor of Tokyo announced that all pipeline renovation projects in the Tokyo metropolitan area would be completed within two months. In this way, our company's target market suddenly shrank. This transition period is much faster than expected in a year. Many plans need to be changed, so there is a lot of work in the company now."

Yagyu and Shima leaned their heads back, leaned comfortably in their wife's arms, and closed their eyes.

"Can the company deal with this crisis?" Nanda Masako asked worriedly. The water purification company embodies a lot of hard work for her husband. Not to mention the issue of whether she is not money or not, the failure of her career alone is a cruel blow to her middle-aged husband.

"No problem. It was so difficult before, but the company has developed yet? Now the company needs money and people, and it is also a bit famous in the industry. Although it is indeed a bit difficult, it is not a big problem to deal with the past."

Although the company is facing a very harsh environment at present, after all, the policy shrinkage of the entire market is not something that a small company that produces filter elements can reverse, but as a salesperson, Yagyu Iwashima, who started from scratch, is not so easy to be defeated!

The couple stopped talking and snuggled quietly. Masako Minamida's hands massaged her husband's temples became softer and softer. After a while, Yagyu and Shima made a slight snoring. Masako Minamida looked at the husband's head leaning against her chest, and several white hairs had appeared on her husband's head.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Masako Minamida's mouth. Her husband and I have been married for sixteen years!

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"The tickets for the Martial Soul Lesson are so expensive! This is the first round of the official competition, and it costs 20,000 yen per ticket, which is simply a robbery." The person who spoke was Yanagi Motohiro, the oldest of the disciples, Changyuan Ming, who was included in him. He shook a note in his hand and said dissatisfied.

"You still have the chance to complain about the high ticket price, and we can't even go to the scene!" These are several other disciples who are not as old as the admission requirements.

During this period, nine disciples were gathering in Yayoi Tomokashi's kendo room. Although Yayoi Tomokashi was very lazy, since the last time he asked everyone to practice the "Living Sword", there have been no one. He didn't come here to take them to practice. However, as the chief disciple, Renji Aoki is very diligent.

Under the command of his father Aoki Yuki, he organized his fellow brothers and sisters to practice the "Living Sword" together every day. When recording the video, everyone had to demonstrate in public, and then everyone corrected each other. After a few days, he actually formed the habit of having classes regularly from 7 to 9 o'clock in the evening every night.

"Hehe, but it's good for senior brother. I just enter the venue as my master's assistant. I don't even have to buy tickets. The viewing position is the best!" Although Changyuanming is nearly twice as old as Aoki Ryoji, Aoki Ryoji is the chief disciple designated by the teacher. As long as I am under Yayoi Ryoji and my disciples, no matter how old I am, I have to call Aoki Ryoji " "Senior Brother".

"This, I'm in Master's light, haha." Aoki Ryoji laughed and quickly changed his mind, "Everyone practice quickly. Now the master is busy preparing the martial soul ritual and doesn't care about us. When the master remembers to check his homework, if everyone's "Living Sword" cannot satisfy the master, hum, who knows what Master will do with us?"

“Practice, practice—”

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In the entire sports park, overwhelming posters, advertisements, balloons and model figures could be seen everywhere. Of course, just like there are a large number of bookstores selling martial arts secrets next to Shaolin Temple in Songshan, there are also various secret books for sale here, and even teaching CDs are included.

However, for example, the secrets that are too high-end when you hear the Supreme Divine Sword and the Eight Fen Tian Styles. Whether you can practice them or not depends on your personal abilities.

Today is the third day of the official competition of the Wuhun Jue. The official competition cannot be compared in one day. The main reason is that there are too many participants. In order to avoid conflicting with each other in time, the time of each game will be staggered, and a single-game elimination system is implemented. This single-game elimination system will last until after the fourth round, and the top 32 will be decided before the competition system will be changed.

And Yagyu Motokara's first official match was at 3:00 this afternoon.

Speaking of which, although holding a competition like Wuhunzhen requires a lot of investment in infrastructure, various hospital facilities, sports venues and entertainment venues, as well as supporting hotels and theaters, it is an astronomical figure.

However, since the Wuhun Jue is held in Japan every year, these construction costs can be diluted every year, just like if the OPEC Games are held at the same location every year and there is no need to repeatedly build sports venues, then even if a pig is hosted, you will definitely make money!

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"Master, the time is up!" Aoki Riki leaned over and bowed, and said in a low voice to Yuyoshi Motoka who was sitting upright with his eyes closed.

"Is that so? Then let's go." Yagyu Motoka slowly opened his eyes, stood up, picked up the "snow washing" imitation beside him, walked out of the lounge calmly, and stepped into the arena from the Red Player Pass.

Ryoji Aoki and Ema Aoki followed him, guarding him on both sides.

It was originally supposed to be Takahashi Hiromi and Aoki Ryoji who followed him as assistants, but Aoki Ema grinding left and right, Yagyu Tomokazu had no choice but to let her follow him instead of Takahashi Hiromi. After all, Aoki Ema is his disciple and a senior sister. As a swordsman, it is nothing wrong to come to see the world.

And Hiromi Takahashi came to watch a show in vain. She is not a swordsman, and she has no other use except to watch the excitement.

If senior sister Aoki Eima had not been her assistant, she would not have had the opportunity to enter the Wuhun Competition to observe. After all, she was only fifteen years old and her age was there.

"Andrew, Andrew! We will win. I just saw your opponent. It's just a child who doesn't even wear armor. I really don't know why his parents are so cruel to let a child participate in such a competition. Be careful not to beat people to death later!"

Carly rushed into the Blue Player's Lounge and said to Andrew who was wearing armor.

"I'll be careful." Andrew replied in a muffled voice in the all-metal helmet.

The heavy metal landing sounded, and a metal giant walked out of the opposite Blue Player's passage. His whole body was covered with armor, and there were only some gaps in the metal mask on the front of his head for the wearer to look outside.

The two stood at the two entrances, one east and one west, and the visual contrast was so strong that even the few friends who accompanied Andrew to Japan in the audience couldn't help but tease:

"Andrew, you bear, are you going to bully the kid?"

"This is simply unfair. Andrew is wearing such armor, so how can this kid fight?"

"Hahaha, it's like a bear is going to beat the monkey!"

"Hiss!" Aoki Eima took a breath. She was originally confident in Yayoi Moto and. Although Yayoi Moto and only taught them two classes and at most demonstrated tetraketone targets, Aoki Eima can be said that Yayoi Moto and she was the strongest swordsman she had ever seen and heard of.

However, although the big guy in front of him was wearing armor, he couldn't see how tall the person was, from the appearance of the armor, the person inside the armor was at least two meters tall and his shoulder width was more than one meter and two meters wide. When he moved forward, every step he took, even the ground in the room would shake, which was like a living human-shaped tank.

He held a one-handed hammer in his left hand. The hammer head didn't look very big, probably only slightly larger than his fist, but it was compared to the giant holding the hammer. In Aoki Eima, the hammer head was almost the same size as his own head. The giant's right hand was still holding a shield. Although the thickness of the shield was not seen from this angle, the diameter of the shield alone was less than one meter.

If you put such a big shield, you will be a wall of iron. Look at the samurai sword in the master/schooler. If you hold it to death, you will be only three fingers wide and more than one meter long. On weekdays, you will be shining with cold light and quite intimidating. However, compared with the giant opposite, it feels like a small pencil sharpener.

Even though Aoki Ema originally had confidence in Yagyu Moto and, after seeing the human-shaped tank coming out from the opposite side, Aoki Ema felt that there was little hope of victory.

Next to the giant, two tall and big Westerners accompanied him out of the contestant's channel. These two should be his assistants, one man and one woman, one little woman, the small woman must be at least 1.9 meters tall.

Aoki Ema looked back at his side. His brother Aoki Ryoji was the tallest, and his height was not more than 1.82 meters; his master/school brother Yayoi Tomoto and Ben looked slender and tall, but compared with the giant opposite, he became a bamboo pole.

As for myself, I took off my shoes and was less than 1.6 meters tall, so I won’t mention it.

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Even if Aoki Eima was worried, the game would still start. A blonde Western referee walked to the edge of the ring and signaled that both sides of the game would come to him.

Yagyu Motoka walked up barefoot with a black mask, wide robe and big sleeves, barefoot and stood on the left side of the referee; the armored man on the opposite side slowly walked up with a heavy step, standing on the right side of the referee.

There is time for dialogue in formal competitions. The referee's job is to introduce his opponents to both sides and give the players on the field a time to abstain.

"Hong Fang - Heavy-armed Bear, weighing 158 kilograms, armor weighing 32 kilograms, weapon one-handed hammer, shield, and one-handed hammer weighing 11 kilograms. Does Hong Fang have any objections?"

"No, but you can suggest that the player on the other side hurry up and abstain, otherwise he will be injured." Andrew on the opposite side said in a muffled voice inside his helmet, and then the referee translated his words into Japanese and told Yuyoshi Motoka.

"No, please help me thank him for his kindness. For this kindness, I will not let him get hurt." Under the cover of the black mask, I couldn't see clearly what Yayoi Motohe's expression was, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised and he answered lightly.

The referee translated this sentence again.

"Hahaha, Andrew, don't hurt this kind-hearted child!" Standing under the ring, the red-haired Carly laughed loudly.

"Blue Party - Black Mask, weighing 71 kilograms, armor weighing 4 kilograms, weapon samurai sword, weighing 2 kilograms. Does Blue Party have any objection?"

"No." Yagyu Motoka replied.

"The players on both sides have no objection, the players on both sides retreat to both ends of the ring!" The referee pointed his hands and signaled the two to retreat to both ends of the ring.

The two of them walked to one end of the ring. According to the color of the contestants' passages that were walked out, there were two circles corresponding to the color of the contestants' passages on the ground. This is where the contestants initially stood when they started the competition.

After both sides stood in the circle, the referee stood away from the ring and stood three meters away from the ring, and announced loudly on a platform with a shield: "The competition begins!"

Yagyumoto and his bare feet walked slowly towards the middle of the ring, with their big sleeves floating, looking leisurely and at ease; opposite, Andrew, who was known as a heavy-armored bear, walked slowly towards the middle of the ring. Every step of his step was accompanied by the sound of "clang clang clang" armor, as if even such a solid ring was shaking slightly.

Aoki Ryoji looked at the two people who were getting closer in the rectangular ring and clenched his fists unknowingly. He originally thought that his master Yayoi Motoka was Japan's top swordsman and a strong competitor to the Wuhun Cup. Anyway, he would never capsize in the gutter in the first round of the game, so before the game, he didn't take this game to heart.

But the heavy armored bear on the opposite side was bigger than a real bear, and looked too strong, and his armor and shield were simply impeccable.

The samurai sword in the master's hand looked so thin under the opponent's huge body, just like an iron piece.

Ryoji Aoki was very suspicious that even if the Martial Soul Decision allowed the use of the weapon of the pioneer, the samurai sword might not be able to split the opponent's armor.

Not to mention that before the Martial Soul Final Competition, both sides' weapons must be inspected to ensure that there is no pioneer. In this way, even if the opponent stands and lets the master cut, he will probably not be able to cut. Moreover, the opponent's figure is so huge and the weapon is so heavy. As long as the master is hit, no matter what kind of stabbing suit or special tortoise shell is, it will not work!

Aoki Ryoji couldn't think of how his master could win this game.

This is simply an unfair showdown!

Just when Aoki Ryoji was indignant in the audience, Yagyu Motoka and Andrew were already close to each other to the point where they could take action.

"Hu——" With a gust of wind, Andrew swept across the shoulder with one-handed hammer at Yagyu Motoka. Andrew actually didn't care about the distance between Yagyu Motoka and himself. Although being hit by the armor would deduct half a point, it would take at least six times to defeat him by relying on this. How easy is it?

I am not a dead person? Such a large shield can cover the entire front with just one block. As long as your hammer hits the opponent once, no matter where you hit, the bamboo pole on the opposite side will probably be knocked down at once. The only thing to note is that you have to hold some strength and don’t kill anyone.

Although he participated in the Martial Soul Decision and stipulated that he was self-confidence in life and death, Andrew was not as bloodthirsty as he wanted to kill a stranger for no reason. He came for the bonus, not for killing people.

Therefore, he didn't even use half of his strength in this hammer. On the one hand, he was to retain some energy to deal with the opponent's counterattack after dodging, but on the other hand, he was afraid that he would use his strength and beat the opponent to death directly.

Andrew's original profession was an American professional wrestler. Yes, he is not a fighting expert himself, nor can he be regarded as a real warrior. The American wrestling competition is more like a ring performance than an empty-handed fight.

Their wrestling competitions, even with scripts and commentary, were rehearsed in advance, and they seemed thrilling and violent. In fact, these strong and trained wrestlers will not cause much damage.

In the United States, the most famous fighting sport is not wrestling.

In terms of the ranking of the event, the most famous and cruel, with the most supporters, the World Indiscriminate Fighting Grand Prix; then the boxing competition divided into different heavyweights by weight; and finally the professional wrestling competition.

Of course, the players' income also plummeted according to the ranking order of these three major competitions.

If a top player in indiscriminate fighting can generally earn US dollars in an important game in 100 million, then the champions in boxing games generally earn no more than 100 million in a single game (except for some particularly popular players).

As for professional wrestling, even the most famous players, it is thankful that they can earn more than 30 million in a single game.

Andrew has been in professional wrestling for less than two years. This industry has more important performance skills than physical strength. Although Andrew is very confident in his muscles, he is not doing very well.
Chapter completed!