I Became an Anonymous Boss

"?" Gou Chen cast a puzzled look: "What's wrong with this? Isn't it because I have a lot of love... Mmmmm!"

"Believe it or not, if you say it here, the person who will fight with you will focus on you in the next three ways?" Qinglong wanted to stuff the cup used for the urine test into his mouth.

"Damn it!" Gou Chen hastily pulled the two of them apart, his face full of horror: "What did you all misunderstand? I'm talking about..."

"shut up!"

A burst of chicken and dog jumping.

Bai Taki rolled his eyes: "I don't know what you guys misunderstood, but when he said big, he definitely didn't mean what you said... I guess, when he said big, he definitely didn't mean the third leg. It's a martial arts competition and not looking for a male actor, so it's impossible to scare the opponent away by relying on fencing skills? So, I think he must be talking about muscles."

"Not bad!" Gou Chen stood up straight, gesturing like a bodybuilder, his muscles swelled: "My muscles, don't be too big! I said I would gesticulate with him, but in the end, Lao Hei was scared to tears and ran away. .”

Qinglong was stunned... Are you talking about muscles?

Teng Snake was also stunned... that's it?

Shirataki said lightly, "It's really superficial."

Qinglong and Teng Snake: "..."

The two punched and kicked Gou Chen at the same time, and the muscular figure flew upside down and flew out of the testing room.

The staff thought about going forward to stop them, but were stopped by Shirataki: "They are communicating intimately. Whether they are fighting or scolding or loving, it is better not to disturb the three of them to exchange feelings."

Worker: "No, they are in the middle of the road, hindering our work."

"……I am very sorry to trouble you."

Shirataki rushed forward to send the three Doubts into the arena, and left.

The testing room of the contestants, who had been rambunctious for a long time, finally calmed down a bit.

In the testing room, some contestants withdrew their attention.

"There is no flow of qi at all, so don't pay attention, pay attention to those who may advance to the main competition..."

"The stage is so big, it's inevitable that there will be some clowns..."

"This kind of weak person is best used as a sandbag to 'make' a name."

"The guy just now has pretty good muscles, I really want to lick and hiss..."

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The audition is limited to three days, with three rounds on the first day, three rounds on the second day, and four rounds on the third day.

Based on the idea of ​​playing casually, Shirataki did not intend to directly win five consecutive victories, otherwise he would be easily noticed.

In fact, most players have not considered the plan to directly advance to the five-game winning streak, and it is better to retain their physical fitness in the face of strong opponents.

Calculated according to the competition system, the enemies encountered in the early stage must be defeated as much as possible in order to win valuable surrender qualifications for the next few rounds of difficult games.

On the contrary, the early game will be more intense, the strength is unclear, and the strength of the opponent is unknown, so they may be ambushed by water ghosts.

【Ring No. [-]】

[No. 233 vs. No. 999]

Shirataki's number was 233, drawn purely by luck.

The venue is relatively simple, half the size of a basketball court, and the ground is covered with semi-solid mats.

The referee was standing aside, and it could be seen from his standing posture that he was not an ordinary official member, but a standard active military officer, equipped with electric shock batons and other equipment.

Once the two sides have a real fight and refuse to stop, the referee will tear off the collar and warm up off the stage.

After finding the arena, the two sides stood still.

The other party was more than [-] meters tall, wearing a karate uniform, with the imposing manner of a big brother of Duan Shui Liu, muscular and fierce.

Shirataki greeted politely: "Hello, Ganmaoling."

The other party tilted his neck, and his bones clicked: "Hello, Pi Xiaojiang."

As soon as you open your mouth, you will meet your opponent.

"Zhang Wei, you have been practicing martial arts for seven years." The other party cupped his hands.

"Bai Taki, practice martial arts... for two years." Bai Taki has not officially practiced Tianmo Kung Fu for less than three years.

"Then you surrender."

"No, I want to save face." Shirataki moved his shoulders: "How about rock-paper-scissors?"

"No, I want to win." The other party grinned, "I'll play softer."

At this time, shouts came from the stands not far away.

"Senior, come on!" Rei Hanyu waved his hand: "We won the battle, let's have a big dinner tonight!"

"Your girlfriend?" Zhang Wei took a few glances, what a beautiful girl.

Shirataki looked back: "I'm just kidding..."

"—Boss, come on!" Some people in the same company shouted for Zhang Wei, and they were a few men who were also fierce and fierce.

"Your friend?" Shirataki also asked.

Zhang Wei was not happy, but said seriously: "...Unfortunately, our friendship has ended before it even started!"

Shirataki: "?"

"Are you here to chat?" The referee said indifferently: "Get ready! The time limit is seven minutes!"

He raised his hand, and both sides stood still, Zhang Wei tied his belt, and Bai Taki moved his wrists.

The referee swung his right arm heavily: "Start!"

"Drink!" Zhang Wei stared, and rushed over like a tiger descending a mountain, with a fierce aura.

The fierce tiger climbs the mountain hard, one of the ultimate moves of Bajiquan.

Boxing is divided into internal boxing and external boxing. External boxing is easy to practice quickly, while internal boxing requires both internal and external training, which is more difficult. However, when the spiritual energy has not recovered, most of the masters of internal boxing just stop Compared with the level of the movie Ip Man or the movie Huang Feihong, it is impossible to come into contact with a higher level of innate transcendence. The Zhang Wei in front of him is undoubtedly a practitioner of foreign boxing.

Boxing is afraid of the young, and sayings such as martial arts attainments can suppress skills with the blessing of absolute strength, speed, and physique.

However, this is already the cognition of the past, the revival of spiritual energy, the importance of Qi sect is greater than that of sword sect, and both internal and external cultivation is the best.

No matter how strong the external boxing is without the support of internal energy, it is still limited by the physical body, even if Shirataki stands still, it will not be broken.

Bai Taki looked at the opponent's punches, and saw through them at a glance, and there was no novelty of antelope hanging horns, so he lost interest.

The opponent's fist flashed sideways, and the moment it passed the shoulder, the left hand clasped the opponent's wrist, the right hand supported the lower abdomen, and the calf swept across the ankle, causing the opponent to lose his balance. The man weighing more than [-] pounds flew into the air like a scarecrow , was thrown five meters away.

Zhang Wei's eyes blurred, and when he realized it, he still kept moving, but his back was already attached to the ground.

He didn't feel much pain, he just felt as if he had become a wisp of cotton that was blown off by the wind.

"The winner, No. 233!" The referee gave the score decisively.

"?" Zhang Wei realized that he had already been thrown out of bounds, and he lost with one move?

He subconsciously wanted to shout the word 'wait'.

"Yeah! I won!"

Rei Hanyu had already run over, hugging Shirataki's arms, jumping happily.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Wei directly covered his heart, as if he had suffered a much more serious injury than defeat.

Especially when I looked back and saw a few buddies coming over to ask for their health, the sense of gap became even greater.

Thinking that he had a bad start and lost his face, his eyes turned red.

"Boss is fine, it's just a loss!"

"Does it hurt somewhere? Come on, hold my shoulder!"

Zhang Wei put his arm on his brother's shoulder and accidentally touched the very hard chest muscle, which made him even more sad.

I couldn't help but looked back again, someone else had a girlfriend to watch the game, and the win was spectacular.

Even if we lose, we can only rely on the chest muscles of our brothers.

...It's still so hard, it's too hurtful!

"Did I hit too hard?" Bai Taki asked thoughtfully when he saw the elders' eyes turned red.

"No, Lian shot too hard." Duan Mujin shook his head.

Rei Hanyu tilted his head, what kind of wickedness could the little cutie have?

……

The third game is half an hour later.

It was supposed to rest for an hour to two hours before starting the next game.

After all, it was the first three rounds, Shirataki didn't expect to meet any strong opponents, so he came to the stand and looked around from different corners.

About [-]% of the players in the big arena don't have 'Qi', [-]% have 'Qi' but don't know how to use it, and less than [-]% can really use 'Qi', most of these people are The real seeds of martial arts, given this qi training formula, will at least be an outstanding person with perfect inner world within thirty years.

Among the [-]% of people who can use qi, a considerable part of them have dragon energy in their bodies, and the rest are from the East Asian generation. The number of fighters and boxers from the West is small, but...

"There is qi in the body, but they don't know how to use it. Most of these people are from the West." Bai Taki said strangely: "It doesn't make sense. Could it be that there are more people with extraordinary talents?"

"It's unlikely to be a talent, maybe it has undergone some kind of enhancement and transformation." Duan Mujin said: "After all, I am a Westerner, don't I just like to play this game?"

"As long as you don't become a demon, it doesn't matter. It doesn't belong to my category. If you want to be a genetic warrior, you don't have to be afraid of evolution?" Shirataki said casually: "Besides, no matter how many of this level there are, they are just filling the number. Quality improvement is more important than quantity. Too many, just think about the Spartan Legion in the Halo series, that one is not as reliable as the hunk in Warhammer."

"It's enough to suppress ordinary people." Duan Mujin raised her finger: "Look..."

Below the arena, a white man was looking proudly at his opponent who was knocked down by a punch. His opponent was a Korean. Although he was a showman, he was also beaten to the point of bleeding. A companion cursed the opponent in jerky English.

There are several Caucasians on the side who are taking pictures with their mobile phones, and some foreign news media are even beaming.

And the same scene, there are several places.

"People in the country place great value on peace, fighting only when fighting, but people in other places don't necessarily think so. They promote the violence of defeating the enemy with one blow, write reports, make videos, and trigger a wave of enthusiasm. Western media are very good at it. This spring and autumn brushwork..."

"It's meaningless to enter the main match, since it should be revealed." Shirataki shook his head.

"But before entering the main game, they will not give up the opportunity to hype. On the bright side, it seems that the white race and the black race have a more specific performance advantage." Duan Mujin crossed his fingers and sighed softly: "If we say that there is no I don’t believe it’s behind the scenes.”

Duan Mujin's expression was somewhat melancholy, at this moment, Bai Taki poked her face: "Look over there."