Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chapter 1024 Main Match
Parents and officials from all over the country also looked attentive, fearing that they would miss every detail.

Chu Ze sat upright with his eyes as bright as a torch.

He looked at the 100 riders preparing to go off the field and made a secret calculation in his mind.

The main match is no better than the preliminaries.

Victory or defeat is only a matter of a few rounds, and everyone must show their true skills in order to advance to the finals.

"Everyone!" Chu Ze stood up and said loudly: "The main competition is divided into five rounds, with twenty people in each round. The top four will advance! Everyone, give it a try and strive for the best results!"

The riders all nodded like garlic, with high morale.

"In addition, considering the tight time of the main competition, in order to prevent the audience from being too boring, I also specially arranged a martial arts performance by the Fengyang defenders." Chu Ze laughed slowly: "Let everyone enjoy the exciting competition. You can also appreciate the breadth and depth of Chinese martial arts!”

The audience suddenly burst into cheers, and everyone was excited.

At the command, the first group of twenty riders rushed out like arrows.

The audience instantly burst into loud cheers.

"Uncle Du, go for it! You can definitely do it!"

"Wang Qing, come on, fight for your breath!"

There are many local villagers among the participating riders, so everyone naturally wants to support their families.

On the track, you are chasing after me, and the competition is fierce.

For this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, no one is willing to admit defeat easily.

More than twenty minutes passed, and the top four gradually pulled apart.

In the end, a figure crossed the finish line first.

"It's Lao Du! Lao Du wins first place!" The crowd was excited.

It was an old man with white hair and beard, wiping the sweat from his face and waving his fist excitedly.

At this moment, he seemed to have regained his youthful self.

At the same time, the martial arts show also started on the other side.

I saw a group of Fengyang defenders wearing war robes, holding long knives, and walked onto the field with their heads held high.

They all had faces as iron as iron plates, and they were full of murderous intent.

The leader held a trumpet and shouted loudly: "Common people and fellow villagers, today we are presenting the 'Bagua Formation Sword Technique', please take a look at it!"

As soon as he finished speaking: "Swiss, swish, swish," a few times, twenty-four sharp long knives came out of their sheaths.

The soldiers lined up in the field and formed the Bagua formation.

With a command, the sword flashed brightly and the body was vigorous.

Every move is strong and powerful, showing the extraordinary prowess of our Ming army.

"Good! Good sword skills!"

"You are truly a dragon and a phoenix among men, Fengyang defender!"

The people were mesmerized by the sight, and for a moment everyone's spirits were lifted.

After the performance, the second round began.

This time, there are twenty players competing for the title again.

"Come on Zhao Hu! Squeeze Lao Wang out!" someone shouted.

"Old Wang, don't panic! Hold on tight, you're in trouble!" Someone else shouted.

In just a few dozen minutes, the situation on the track changed several times.

At the last moment, the two riders kept pace and were about to cross the line.

"Work harder, Zhao Hu!"

"Old Wang, come on, we're just a little bit there!"

Under the spotlight, the two cars crossed the finish line one after another, indistinguishable.

"It's a tie! It's a tie!" The crowd was in an uproar.

Everyone was whispering and discussing.

How can this be good?

At this moment, Chu Ze slowly walked down from the stands, came to the two riders, and announced loudly: "Both of them enter the next round!"

As soon as this statement came out, the people present burst into cheers.

The people couldn't help but applaud and applaud this fair and reasonable decision. Chu Ze looked around the audience with a smile. Wherever he looked, there were excited faces.

He was secretly happy: Today's battle, no matter what the outcome, had achieved the desired effect.

The people saw their own strength from this competition.

They realize that as long as they are willing to work hard, they can still stand at the pinnacle of honor.

And those officials were even more touched.

They seemed to see the unyielding and tenacity of ordinary people from the players.

Perhaps it's time for them to re-examine the public sentiment.

"The third round, ready to begin!"

Following the referee's order, twenty more cyclists rushed out to fight for honor.

Afterwards, a two-person knife dancing team appeared on stage.

Two women in red clothes danced gracefully, with swords and swords shining and shadows, agile and elegant.

They conquered everyone at the scene with their sword skills that combine strength and softness, and complement each other with reality and reality.

The flowing clothes, the sharp blade, the strong figure, and the delicate dancing posture all highlight the heroine of my Chinese daughter.

Every time they wave their swords, they seem to be announcing to the world: Women should not be inferior to men, and daughters should strengthen themselves!

"Wonderful! This sword dance is really heroic!"

"What a pear blossom brings rain, what a tenderness like water!"

The people were fascinated by it and praised it one by one.

The officials on the sidelines were even more amazed and full of praise for this stunning knife dance.

Chu Ze watched quietly from the side, with a smile on his lips.

This female sword dancing team was personally trained by him.

From selecting the young talents to choreographing the dance steps, every step is carefully planned.

He wants the world to see that women also have the courage to hold up half the sky, and wants those officials to understand that the power of women cannot be underestimated.

The song ended on stage, and there was a wave of applause.

The two dancers, holding long knives, took a humble bow amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Thank you Miss Cheng and Miss Zheng! I'd like to invite you next..." the emcee sang loudly.

It turned out that these two dancers were from folk backgrounds.

One of them is the daughter of a textile shop owner, and the other is the granddaughter of a woodcutter.

This revelation of his life experience undoubtedly shocked the officials and people present.

"This, this is really unexpected." A county magistrate murmured to himself: "These folk women have such strong martial arts..."

An old man next to him sighed with emotion: "Yes, we always think that women are weak, but deep down they are stronger than men!"

Everyone said something to each other, sighing at this unexpected gain.

Chu Ze winked at Li Xing. Li Xing understood and stepped forward and said loudly: "The fourth round will be held next!"

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty players were already in place.

This time, the competition on the track is even fiercer.

At the last moment, the top few were evenly matched, and it was inextricable to catch up with each other before the finish line.

"Quick! Xiao Chen, we're almost there!"

"Zhang Meng, work harder and surpass him!"

"Master Yang Qi, you can definitely do it!"

The crowd was excited, and cheers like a roaring tsunami resounded throughout the venue.

Everyone is cheering for the players they support, for fear of missing every wonderful moment.

"Go!" With a roar, several cars lined up and their front wheels crossed the finish line in unison.

It was difficult for the referee to decide the winner for a while.

"A draw! Another draw!" The crowd was in an uproar.

At this moment, Chu Ze slowly walked down the stands again and came to the first few players.

(End of this chapter)