RBCT Chapter 199 The Agreement of Three Moves
Chapter 199 The Agreement of Three Moves
Ye Beichen took a deep breath and used all his strength to press his right hand onto his thigh, forcing himself to steady himself.
On the stage, Song Chen stepped forward.
The eyes of all 120,000 spectators followed the dark blue figure.
The host stood on the commentary platform, microphone still held to his mouth, and froze for a full three seconds.
She just shouted, "Councilor Song Chen is here for an inspection."
With a private spaceship belonging to the parliament, the status of an honorary member of parliament, and 120,000 people standing up, anyone who saw this scene would think it was an inspection.
But now Song Chen is wearing the Tianhai University team uniform, with a knife hanging from his waist, and walking onto a fighting stage.
She shoved the microphone to her lips, her voice cracking with excitement: "No, Councilor Song Chen isn't here for an inspection, he's here for a competition!"
120,000 people were in an uproar.
A middle-aged man stood up from the west stands: "A match? A councilor playing in a college league? Are you kidding me?"
A young man next to him grabbed his sleeve and pushed him back into his seat: "Dad, Song Chen is a student of Tianhai University. It's allowed by the rules, so sit down!"
The middle-aged man stared blankly for half a second, then plopped down, his expression shifting from shock to an indescribable anticipation.
On the south side of the stands, several girls wearing support uniforms for Beijing University looked at each other in bewilderment.
One of the tall, thin girls threw her light stick on the ground, sat back down, and crossed her arms: "Ye Beichen is finished."
Her best friend next to her snapped, "Why are you trying to boost other people's morale?!"
"Did I say something wrong? Did you see the video of the Qinghu beast tide? Did you see the Kitahara Victory?"
She pulled out her phone and shoved it into her best friend's hand: "Look, it's got hundreds of millions of views. Watch it before you argue with me."
Her best friend didn't answer her phone. She pursed her lips and looked at the boy in the sky-blue team uniform on the stage. After a long while, she managed to stammer out, "I...I stand with the Beijing team."
"Go ahead and stand. I also hope Ye Beichen wins, but I'm not blind."
On the VIP seats on the east side, a middle-aged man in military uniform stood up and sat down repeatedly.
The adjutant beside him asked in a low voice, "General, what's wrong?"
The general shook his head and chuckled, "It's nothing, I just feel that today's trip was worthwhile."
He pointed towards Song Chen on the stage: "That young man, during the great victory in Beiyuan, I was watching the live footage from the command post. I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes before I recovered."
The audience of over 100,000 people remained silent for a single second.
Some were happy; hundreds of students from Tianhai University had already shouted themselves hoarse. Some were holding up their phones to live stream, while others were hanging the Tianhai school flag from the stands.
Some were unhappy. The home fans in the capital didn't want to defect, but they didn't dare to cause trouble either. He was an honorary councilor and a hero who had conquered Kitahara. Why would they cause trouble?
The result was that a group of fans from Beijing sat upright, their faces looking as if they had eaten both sour lemons and bitter melons at the same time, their lips pressed into a line, their eyes fixed on the ring without saying a word.
But no one questioned the result of the match.
Of the 120,000 people, not a single one believed that Shangjing would win.
A bald, middle-aged spectator took off his hat and held it in his hand, saying to his friend next to him something everyone wanted to say but didn't: "It's over, this is college students beating up elementary school students."
The referee raised his right hand, paused in mid-air, looked at Song Chen, then at Ye Beichen, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
Having been a referee for ten years, I've seen all sorts of situations, but this is one I've never seen before.
"The match is about to begin. Are both players ready?"
Ye Beichen took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
His fingers were still trembling, but his voice remained steady.
He raised his hand and looked at the referee: "Wait a minute, I have an objection."
The referee turned to look at him, and the entire stadium fell silent.
"According to the rules of the college league, the participants must be students."
"Councilor Song is an honorary councilor of Daxia University. The rules do not specify whether honorary councilors can participate in the university league. I am requesting the organizing committee to make a decision."
That makes sense; the rules weren't written down.
Many of the 120,000 people nodded subconsciously.
The host stood on the commentary platform, microphone already raised to his mouth.
She waited for Ye Beichen to finish speaking the last word, and then almost seamlessly continued the conversation, her tone polite, but leaving no room for negotiation between each word.
She glanced down at the terminal screen in front of her.
"The organizing committee has already ruled on Captain Ye's objection before the competition."
"Three hours ago, the organizing committee of the Daxia University League unanimously approved the emergency substitution application."
"Principal Zhou Wangyue submitted the proposal personally, and the Great Xia Council co-signed its approval. There are no clauses in the rules that prohibit members of parliament from participating in the competition."
"Councilor Song Chen's student status at Tianhai University is valid, his enrollment status is normal, and all application procedures are compliant."
She looked up at Ye Beichen: "Captain Ye, can we begin the competition?"
Among the 120,000 people, some laughed out loud.
The fans in Beijing didn't laugh, and the color drained from Ye Beichen's face little by little.
He withdrew his hand and clenched his fist again.
With 17,000 units of Qi and Blood circulating at full power, the air around him was slightly distorted by the Qi and Blood, and the alloy plates under his feet emitted a faint creaking sound.
No matter what, he has to fight.
No matter who the opponent is, he is the captain of Beijing University. Standing on this stage, he cannot admit defeat.
Song Chen watched him circulate his qi, her expression remaining unchanged.
He felt he shouldn't be so cruel to the other side.
So he raised his right hand and held up his index finger.
"One move."
Ye Beichen was stunned: "What?"
Song Chen switched the Heavenly Blade to his right hand and said calmly, "If you can block one of my moves, Tianhai concedes defeat."
The gasps of the entire audience blended into a gust of wind.
With a single move, he faced the number one ranked martial artist in the Great Xia high school world.
Saying that a single move can decide the outcome would be considered crazy by anyone else.
But it was Song Chen who said that.
Ye Beichen's pupils contracted slightly. He was forced to admit defeat in a single move?
He should have been angry, but he wasn't.
Because he saw that when Song Chen said those words, there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.
There was no provocation, no contempt, no arrogance; it was simply stating a fact.
Like saying to a fifth-tier beast on the snowy plains of the North Plains: One strike.
"it is good."
"I'll take it."
"If we can't hold them off, we'll surrender in the capital."
Ye Beichen's voice was a little hoarse.
Song Chen nodded, slowly drew the Tianjun Blade, and his aura changed drastically.
The heavenly lightning instantly surged into his entire body, and golden-purple lightning exploded from within him. It did not form a lightning field, because it was unnecessary.
He compressed all his lightning into the blade, and the air on the arena crackled.
Su Wanning and the others subconsciously took a step back.
The blade hadn't yet made a cut, but the intent of the blade had already overwhelmed the opponent.
Ye Beichen's blood and qi barrier was like a sheet of paper in front of the sword intent. He felt a cold blade pressed against his throat, and the hairs on his skin stood up.
He gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to retreat, leaving two shallow dents in the alloy plate beneath his feet.