When the competition time came, nine judges from China, Japan and South Korea were the first to enter the venue and sat on the high rostrum.

Then, the host came on stage and gave a passionate speech, which simply emphasized the significance of this competition and the principle of "friendship first and competition second".

However, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Since it is a competition, it is definitely impossible for friendship to be the first.

Finally, six players from the three teams were about to participate in the competition appeared on the court, and the entire venue immediately cheered.

"A few of our Nanyang University players are in good condition!"

"Yes, they seem to be quite confident."

"Cao Meng also came on stage, hehe, this guy is so popular."

"There are advantages in home games! Look at the cheers all over the venue, they are cheering for our players, and the Bangzi and the Japanese have tied their tails together."

“…”

There were talks around, and everyone was very excited and optimistic about the members of the Nanyang Martial Arts Association.

Lin Yihang's seat was reserved by the Martial Arts Association, very close to the stands. He subconsciously swept his spiritual sense and immediately frowned.

"What, is there any problem?" Yang Tingting kept paying attention to Lin Yihang's expression from the side, and turned her head and asked.

"I'm afraid I'm going to lose," Lin Yihang said.

"Lost?" Yang Tingting looked at the players on the field. The members of the third team, the Nanda Martial Arts Association, were in a very good spirit and could not tell anything.

However, she believed Lin Yihang's words without reservation, and therefore, a look of worry immediately appeared on her face.

"Will you lose? What should I do?" The fat man also heard it, leaned over his head and frowned.

Look at the cheering scenes everywhere. If the Nanyang Martial Arts Association really loses, it will definitely hit the morale of the students. In the future, all the students of the Nanyang Martial Arts Association will not be able to raise their heads at school.

This time, Lin Yihang did not speak.

He had a way, and even could make the strength of the Wushu team members surge in a short period of time. However, if you cast spells in full view of everyone, there is always a risk of exposure.

Before the last resort, Lin Yihang was unwilling to do so.

The first game began soon, and the first game was the Nanyang University team vs. The Korean Korean Goryeo University team. The game was quite strong and the game started very exciting. Come and go, and the punches and feet were intertwined, which instantly mobilized the atmosphere of the whole game.

In the end, the members of the Nanjing University delegation were slightly better and beat the Korean University team to the stage to win.

"Nan University--"

"It will win!"

"Huaxia—"

"It will win!"

Immediately, the cheers of the audience almost opened the roof of the hall.

The atmosphere is so hot. Lin Yihang and others are even more worried. The higher they lift, the harder they fall. With the current victory as the foundation, everyone's expectations are rising. If they really lose in a while, they may be even more miserable.

The second game was a match between the Korean University team and the Japanese Ashley Sakura University team.

Due to the failure of the first game, the players of Goryeo University and the international students who came to cheer were a little depressed. In order to restore morale, this time, Goryeo University dispatched a master, and their captain took the lead in person.

This is a man who is 1.9 meters tall, wearing a Taekwondo uniform, with an explanation muscle on his chest and a tall cheekbones on his face. The characteristics of the Korean people are very obvious.

The team members of the Early Sakura University are relatively inconspicuous. The height of nearly 1.8 meters is quite good among ordinary people, but standing in front of the Goryeo students, it is a bit inconspicuous.

"We will definitely win this game. Our Taekwondo in the Republic of Korea is one of the best martial arts in the world. According to our latest research, your karate, as well as Chinese Sanda, Jeet Kune Do, etc., have the shadow of our Taekwondo, tracing the historical roots. They are all created by learning from some tricks from our ancient Korean martial arts. As the source of East Asian martial arts, we have no reason to lose to you." The captain of the Han Dynasty raised his chin slightly and was full of confidence.

"Wow—"

"Korean Stick, can you be more shameless?"

"Go to die from Korean stick!"

"If you want to say that the plague originated in your country, some people believe this!"

“…”

The audience immediately exclaimed.

"Damn it! It's said that little Japanese hate it the most. Why do I still have a little hope that little Japanese will win now?" Wang Xiaomu pinched his chin, a little depressed.

"It would be better if the ring suddenly collapsed and all the two bastards were killed. Goryeo, the Japanese devils, had no good thing." said the fat man.

While speaking, the competition on stage has begun.

"ha!"

The Korean stick was the first to move, his feet were on the ground, his body had already risen into the air, and he cheated and smashed his head towards the Japanese team members.

The move is the thunder, obviously to defeat the opponent in the shortest time to regain the dignity of the failure of the previous round.

Although the Chinese on the court don't like this Korean stick, he has to admit that his skills are really good.

However, the Japanese team member was not given for nothing. He stepped back and his kick was immediately lost.

Whoosh!

Korean stick feet stepped on the ground, and his whole body soared into the air again.

"Hohohohoho!"

He kicked several times, and the wind was very loud and his momentum was quite powerful.

At this time, the Japanese team members flashed, dodging the kicks, and at the same time kicked from bottom to top.

Bang!

It was fast and fast, hitting the Korean kanzi's lower abdomen.

The Korean kang was nearly 1.9 meters tall and strong. Under this blow, he immediately bent down and turned into a shrimp, and his eyes almost protruded.

This sudden change was something that no one expected.

The Japanese team members took the opportunity to get started, locked the Korean stick's arm, and threw it on the back.

Bang!

The big guy fell heavily on the ground like a stupid bear. When Lin Yihang was close to the person, he even felt that the ground was trembling.

The Japanese team members wrapped their legs and locked the throat of the Korean stick tightly, while locking their arms with both hands.

The game is over!

"Wow—"

"The arrogant Korean stick lost well!"

"Don't be proud of the Japanese devils, let's see how we deal with you later."

There was only a moment of silence in the audience, and there was a sound of coaxing immediately.

The Korean player didn't expect to lose so badly. After getting up, he stepped down with shame.

The audience can make noises, but the expressions of the players who are about to compete have become solemn.

"How is it?" Peng Guanlong looked at his team members.

"Master!" This is the player who played the first game, first said.

"Well. He's a master!" the others also said.

Peng Guanlong had to nod, as this was the fact that was placed in front of him and could not be denied. However, he could not undermine everyone's morale.

"It is impossible for them all to have such skills. They must be the first to play the game to improve morale. It is our turn to play against the Japanese team. Cao Meng, you will represent our team. Don't seek victory, just find out the strength of the opponent." Peng Guanlong looked at Cao Meng.

"Yes, President!" Cao Meng agreed.

By looking at Peng Guanlong's arrangement, you can tell that he is somewhat afraid of the Japanese team.

The victory and loss judgment of this Three Kingdoms and Three Schools Competition adopts a point system and a round-robin competition, with each team having six players. Each team will have to fight against the other two teams six games respectively.

In each game, the winner will get two points, the draw winner will get one point, and the loser will get zero points. The final total score will be calculated, and the higher score will win.

Among the six players of the Nanjing University team, Cao Meng is the freshman, and his strength is relatively weak. Therefore, if Cao Meng appears now, he actually doesn’t have much hope. Even if he loses one, he just needs to understand the strength of the members of the Early Sakura University.

Cao Meng knew this, but he did not give up on himself, but planned to show his strength and prove himself with victory.

Cao Meng's opponent is a woman about 1.65 meters tall. She has a hot figure, with a bulge in front and a curvy back, and her short hair looks very capable. She is not beautiful in appearance, but she can match her figure. Anyone will comment on a beauty.

What's more, it's even more eye-catching in this competition arena.

"The little Japanese woman is really nothing to say!"

"Yes! If you don't say it, how do you say that? Gouyu Island belongs to China, and Japanese women belong to the world."

“…”

With the sarcastic and meanness of the audience, I couldn't bear to speak harshly to this woman.

Fortunately, Cao Meng did not despise any carelessness just because the other party was a woman. He learned a lesson since he was a child. There are three types of people who dare to stand on the ring, namely, monks, Taoists and women.

Because of the special nature of these three people, without certain abilities, they will not stand on the ring.

"This game will be played by the early Sakura University Panasonic to fight against Nandu University Cao Meng. The game begins!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the audience was immediately in an uproar.
To be continued...