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Fang Qin stopped his steps immediately and almost hit the edge of the ring.

He knew why the referee had to stop him, because the two in the ring hadn't decided the winner yet.

If Fang Qin rushed up now, he would definitely be sentenced to a foul by Huaxia.

The Korean referee's ability to stop himself at this time is enough to prove that he is a referee with professional ethics.

If it were another referee, maybe Fang Qin would rush to the ring and directly judge the Huaxia delegation to lose.

So no matter how anxious he is now, Fang Qin can only wait under the stage, waiting for the referee to shout in the middle of the ring: "Ten, nine..."

Audiences from both countries are silently praying in their hearts, hoping that warriors from their countries can stand up.

But the referee counted from ten to zero, and neither Buenuo nor Kong Rang stood up.

The referee blew his whistle, and then announced to the public: "In this game, the two sides are tied, and we will enter the next round!"

Hearing that the referee had ruled a tie, the medical and logistics personnel of both sides immediately jumped onto the ring to rescue their own people.

Without saying a word, Fang Qin injected inner energy into Kong Rang's body. After inputting inner energy, he realized that Kong Rang's physical condition was very bad.

Let alone an old man over 100 years old, even a young man may not be able to withstand such a serious injury!

"Hehe... Finally, I didn't lose..." After accepting Fang Qin Neijin's conditioning, Kong Rang slightly opened his tired eyes and said with a smile.

Fang Qin said gratefully: "Mr. Kong, you have worked hard."

"Well, it's okay...let me sleep for a while..." Kong Rang closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Feng Ling also made a diagnosis for Kong Rang, and shook his head: "Senior Kong, I am afraid that he will never be able to use force again in this life."

Hearing Feng Ling's diagnosis, everyone couldn't help sighing secretly.

This strong old man tried his best to do his best, which is really admirable.

Everyone took Kong Rang away from the ring and sent him back to the hotel for recuperation.

Fang Qin and the others can't leave yet, because the first round of competition is over, but the final result hasn't come out yet.

Although the referee announced that Kong Rang could enter the next round of the competition, the result became like this, and the quota became the same as whether there was no quota.

And the last match was a draw, and the referee didn't know whether the team championship of the World Martial Arts Conference should be awarded to the Huaxia delegation.

Warriors from various countries expressed that the Huaxia delegation did not win 51 games, so they could not win the team championship.

But Fang Qin and the others fought hard, even if it was a tie, winning 49 rounds was one more round than losing [-] rounds, the team championship should still belong to the Huaxia delegation.

The two sides insisted on their own opinions, and the referee didn't know what to do.

"How about, let's go back to discuss it tonight. Let everyone send experts from their own countries tomorrow. At [-] o'clock tomorrow night, let's make up another play-off match."

The referee, whose eardrums were about to be shattered by the noise from both sides, couldn't help shouting, and everyone fell silent, thinking that this method was feasible.

The referee added another sentence: "Those who participated today will not be allowed to play tomorrow, and another person must be found to compete."

Everyone felt that it made sense, so they stopped arguing and went back to prepare for the warriors of the play-offs.

Although those foreign fighters are not from the same country, they all have a common wish, that is, they must never let the Huaxia delegation get their wish.

If the Huaxia delegation won the team championship of the World Martial Arts Conference, where would they put their faces?

In the future, when people talk about this conference, they will say that the Huaxia delegation defeated the warriors from all over the world, and the warriors from all over the world are not the opponents of the Chinese warriors.

In order to avoid this kind of thing from happening, warriors from other countries immediately gathered together to study how to select another master to deal with the warriors of the Huaxia delegation.

Seeing that everyone retreated, the referee heaved a long sigh of relief, and announced loudly: "The first round of the World Martial Arts Championship is over. Thank you for your attention."

After announcing the end, the referee immediately left the scene like a thief.

The competition on the first day was so fierce that audiences all over the world were hooked.

And after the end of the first day, there is still a suspense left in the competition, that is, what will be the result of tomorrow's playoffs, and whether the Huaxia delegation can win the championship.

Everyone is looking forward to tomorrow and how exciting that play-off match will be.

Fang Qin and his team returned to the hotel, taking care of the wounded, while the others gathered in the hotel lobby on that floor, discussing who would participate in the final play-off match tomorrow morning.

After discussing and discussing, everyone felt that the rest of the players were unstable, and they couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

The only ones who could make a move were Feng Ling, Li Sha and the younger generation of Guoxinghui who accompanied them.

Both Feng Ling and Li Sha's strength is good, but in this kind of arena, their strength can only be regarded as a little above average at best.

Even a senior like Kong Rang was beaten to a tie, and there was almost no chance of winning the two of them, let alone the younger generation of Guoxinghui who accompanied them.

"Everyone who can come from the Guoxing Society has come, or else, we should find someone from Shaolin Temple." Suddenly someone proposed, causing Fang Qin and the monks in Shaolin Temple to feel "Geden" in their hearts.

Sending people from Shaolin Temple, the masters of the Shaolin Temple Shizi generation are all here, where are there other masters?

Also wondering are the foreign fighters, they also gathered together, discussing which country's masters will be sent to the field tomorrow night.

These people all want to send masters from their own country, but they also know that there are not many masters that their country can produce.

The strongest white master is Brenau, and Brenau has already fought with the other party to lose both sides. Who else can defeat the terrifying Huaxia people?

Koizumi Saburo suddenly said: "I have a sumo friend who is super strong. Tomorrow let him take the 'Sacred No. [-]' to play. I believe Huaxia will not be able to show any good players."

"It's okay to let your people come, but you have to let him pass our test!" The other warriors shouted.

Koizumi Saburo chuckled: "Naturally, I can guarantee that, except for experts like Brenau, the rest of you may not be his opponent even if you are three together."

Saburo Koizumi was so confident that everyone believed his words.

Everyone knows that Huaxia and the island nation are feuds, and the island nation will never be able to let water in this kind of competition, so they are very relieved of Saburo Koizumi's choice.

Now that there are candidates, warriors from other countries all return to their rooms to rest.

When Fang Qin was still having a headache about the selection of candidates, a large group of Korean policemen suddenly came outside the hall and surrounded the door tightly.

Fang Qin frowned: "What are you doing?"

A 50-[-]-year-old Korean man walked out from behind the group of policemen, with a worried expression on his face: "Mr. Fang Qin, I want to have a few words with you in private, is that okay?"