In the sci-fi world, add dots and become a fairy

Chapter 49 The crime of non-war
The commentary desk was completely silent.

The auditorium started to get noisy.

"What happened? Why did people suddenly fall down."

"It can't be that his movements are faster than the high-speed cameras?"

"Goddammit, even if he is supersonic, he won't miss it."

Most of the masses stay in the fierce fighting stage for the martial arts competition.

The lower-rank warriors are against the lower-rank warriors, the middle-rank warriors are against the middle-rank warriors, and the upper-rank warriors are against the upper-rank warriors.

Whether it's blood, artistic conception or supernatural power, at least in the same level of confrontation, the external performance is still fierce fighting.

Like Sun Sheng, the scenes of direct dimensionality reduction strikes are too rare, and the spiritual power is invisible and qualityless, which naturally confuses the audience.

But compared to the chaotic audience, people from the Chengtian Martial Arts Hall and the Rong City branch of the college all stood up in the nearby stands.

"Master!" Kang Tianchen also got up from his seat, and he turned his head to look at Hou Chengtian, hoping to get his confirmation.

"Really?"

Hou Chengtian had a serious face, and he shook his head solemnly.

"Right now, I can't be sure whether he has become a middle-ranked martial artist, but I can be sure that Sun Sheng has definitely grasped his spiritual power, and he has also visualized the artistic conception in advance."

"You can use your mental power, and you can also visualize the artistic conception. It doesn't matter whether he is a genuine middle-rank warrior."

"For the next martial artist, no matter what kind of Sun Sheng is, it is an irresistible dimensionality reduction blow."

Kang Tianchen opened his mouth. As a researcher, he certainly understands that there is an insurmountable natural barrier between middle-ranked warriors and low-ranked warriors.

But how deep this moat is, he, an ordinary low-ranking warrior, can't clearly feel it.

Until now, he still had a little luck in his mind.

"Master, the final is tomorrow. If Changqing doesn't meet Sun Sheng today, can you..."

"Coach Kang." Hou Chengtian interrupted Kang Tianchen's next words.

Helplessness appeared in his eyes.

"The gap between the middle and lower ranks, even if Li Changqing is a peerless genius, there is no way to make up for it overnight."

"Is there..." Seeing that Kang Tianchen was still unwilling, Hou Chengtian sighed.

"I am the owner of Chengtian Martial Arts, you are our coach, and Li Changqing is your student. Of course I want him to win the championship."

"However, he is just a next-rank warrior now."

Having said that, Hou Chengtian looked up and sighed.

"No matter how powerful Li Changqing's blood is, and how exquisite his powerful punching skills are, so what?"

"Did you see Qiao Yi just now? Does he have a chance to explode his vitality and show off his superiority in weapons? No!
"why is that?"

Hou Chengtian pointed to the brain: "No matter how strong the qi and blood are, and no matter how tough the body is, the mental strength of the low-level warriors is still not much stronger than that of ordinary people."

"In front of Sun Sheng, there is no difference between Li Changqing and Qiao Yi now, and he doesn't even need to do anything!"

Kang Tianchen was stunned on the spot. He thought that Li Changqing, who had the next peak strength, should be sure to win the Youth Cup this time.

But I never thought that a Sun Sheng would come out halfway.

It turned out to be a mid-level warrior who has mastered spiritual power.

Hou Chengtian let out a long sigh.

"No wonder he didn't show up before. It turns out that Sun Sheng has already been sure of winning."

Hou Chengtian patted Kang Tianchen on the shoulder, and comforted him:

"But don't be too depressed. Your student is still very young. Next year, he will definitely become a middle-ranked martial artist. He must be the champion of the Youth Cup."

"The opponent is a middle-ranked martial artist. This gap cannot be made up by Li Changqing now."

"This is not a crime of war."

Kang Tianchen lowered his head and shook vigorously.

"So what if we win the championship next year? The quota for the seed program is not available every year. Slow step by step, slow step by step."

Kang Tianchen clenched his fists tightly as he looked at Sun Sheng, who looked down upon the others with neither sadness nor joy on his face.

I remembered the student who always had a confident smile from the beginning of the competition.

"The owner."

"Ok?"

Kang Tianchen looked serious, and said solemnly:
"I believe in my student. He said that he will win the championship."

"Yes, the owner. I also believe that Junior Brother Li can do it. He is a man who can create miracles!" Huang Xuan followed.

He looked upright, and he didn't unconditionally agree with his coach.

Like Kang Tianchen, Huang Xuan was also willing to trust Li Changqing from the bottom of his heart.

Hou Chengtian opened his mouth, and finally all the words squeezed in his throat turned into a sigh.

"Coach Kang, sometimes people have to learn to accept reality."

……

The commentary booth was silent.

At this moment, Tang Cheng's complexion kept changing, and even he began to doubt himself deep in his heart.

Could it be that I am really poisonous milk?
He began to recall his commentary career during this period.

In the Youth Cup qualifiers, he was not optimistic about Li Changqing, who was still an apprentice.

As a result, the latter directly defeated the opponent who had already stepped into the realm of martial arts with one punch.

Later, Li Changqing encountered Jiang He, a genius in Rong City.

As a professional warrior, of course he chose to support the genius Jiang He, but in the end he was slapped in the face.

Until the Swift Star Martial Arts Academy shamelessly sent the three seats Rongheng to the second group to compete for places in the amateur group and talented teenagers.

He felt that Li Changqing would not have any chance of winning in front of the Swift Star Martial Arts Academy, which violated the regulations and was engaged in shady scenes.

In the end, no one thought that Li Changqing would stop acting, and the vitality of the next peak was fully exposed, and Rong Heng was defeated on the spot with a ten-step magic fist.

It seems that I really seem to be poisonous milk?

As a professional commentator, how could Tang Cheng accept such a title!

Looking at the evaluation of Sun Sheng on the electronic screen.

Tang Cheng's eyes sparkled.

Immediately he stopped hesitating, compared to Li Changqing, he saw a more fierce man.

Strong enough to definitely wash away his title of poisonous milk.

"There is no suspense in this Youth Cup." The words just came out of my mouth.

The three people, including the host, all looked over at once.

"Sun Sheng, who has mastered the artistic conception and grasped his own spiritual power, must be the champion of this Youth Cup."

Tang Cheng was calm and composed, talking eloquently.

"Everyone is a middle-rank warrior, so you should know that.

"No matter how talented Li Changqing is, how powerful his blood is, and how superb his skills are, he is always a low-ranking warrior. His spirit is not much different from that of ordinary people, which is his weakest weakness. Sun Sheng, who can directly use his mental power In front of him, his winning percentage is almost zero."

Regarding Tang Cheng's assertion.

Even if Kang Hui and the others wanted to make a fuss about Tang Cheng's tainted milk, they couldn't find any reason to support Li Changqing's victory in the face of such a huge gap.

"Yes."

"The low-rank warrior and the middle-rank warrior, this is not a comparison of strength at all."

"Without the mental strength that has been nourished by Qi and blood, it may be difficult for Li Changqing to stand firm in front of Sun Sheng."

"Dimensionality reduction strike."

The game continues.

But compared to the battle between Li Changqing and Sun Sheng, the highlights of the remaining six games were undoubtedly cut by half.

Soon the first round of the top sixteen battle ended, and the top eight seats were born.

online.

In the gambling handicap, Li Changqing's odds continued to rise, but before those gamblers who were ready to earn a minimum living allowance put their wealth and lives into it.

The odds of winning the championship were suddenly closed.

"Fuck! Smelly shameless!"

"Why is it closed? Are you sick, afraid of losing money?"

"You son of a bitch, you deserve to have a son with no ass hole!"

There is a lot of scolding on the Internet.

But each of them knows why the bookmaker is afraid to close the market.

When Li Changqing exposed the strength of the next peak, the handicap was only a huge change in the odds, but Sun Sheng just showed his mental strength, and the dealer directly closed the handicap in fear.

why?
The middle warriors are the absolute starters in the provincial competitions represented by each city.

Such a person participated in the Youth Cup, why should he lose?

What's more, the championship this time is related to the quota of the research institute's seed project, no matter how much money the dealer gives, it can't create a shady scene.

It means that Sun Sheng's victory in the championship is a certainty, something that everyone can foresee in the future.

Faced with a 90% probability, a gambler dares to bet all his net worth.

Not to mention 99.99%?

Who will do a business that guarantees no profit?

in the stands.

The wrinkles on Chen Danqing's old face were twisted into a ball.

"A middle-ranked martial artist is an opponent, isn't this kid in a hurry?" He stared at Sun Sheng's back on the field.

He glanced at the OK expression pack that Li Changqing sent him on his phone.

Opponents who master the mood.

Is this kid really not afraid?
Chen Danqing couldn't figure it out, and when he was thinking hard, suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

He suddenly remembered.

"hiss--"

"Half a month ago, this kid seemed to have borrowed the Overlord Lifting the Tripod from me?"

……

The first round is over.

The draw for the quarterfinals soon appeared on the big screen.

The audience looked up, as expected.

Li Changqing and Sun Sheng happened to be divided into the left and right halves and would not meet before the final.

This is the grouping that everyone expected.

After a 15-minute break, the second round soon began, and Li Changqing was still the first to take the stage.

It was unfortunate for Swift Star Martial Arts, their four seats met Li Changqing in the quarter-finals, and the other three entered the quarter-finals, and there was a pair of civil wars.

The battle is still faster than imagined.

It is also a trick to defeat the enemy.

But this time, there was obviously less cheering in the ring. Compared to Sun Sheng who knocked his opponent down with just his eyes, Li Changqing's "hands-on behavior" naturally dropped too much in comparison.

"Li Changqing, even if you beat everyone in our Swift Star martial arts gym, you won't be able to win the Youth Cup this time!"

The fourth seat of the Swift Star Martial Arts Gym was lying on the ring. At this moment, he had a completely different mental outlook from Beixing.

Even if he loses, he is still in high spirits, because he believes in it.

"You, you can't beat our chief senior brother!"

(End of this chapter)