Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

202. Grouping (Second Update!)

At eight o'clock in the evening, the "entertainment" activities that have lasted since the day finally come to an end.

Representatives of some fighters and all members of the company.

Under the call of Katahara Mietou, they gathered in an extremely empty hall.

"Igarashi, you said that the old man called us here, is he planning to announce the details of the competition?"

Okubo rubbed his chin and muttered.

"Who knows...but depending on the situation, it shouldn't be wrong."

Yato's expression remained unchanged, and he glanced around.

Although the representatives of the company and the fighters are in the same hall, the fighters can only stay in the corner, like spectators watching a game, and the number of people is not complete. Obviously, the 'event' tonight is not organized by the fighters. The technician plays the leading role.

On the other hand, the representatives of the company were all present, not to mention, they even took their place, standing in the center of the hall, facing the old man who is now at the top of the stage—— Katahara Miedo.

"Very well, everything is here."

The old man looked around, stroked his beard and smiled.

"So everyone, have you made up your mind? The old man is going to announce something about the competition."

coming!

Everyone secretly said in their hearts.

The drunken life of these two days is enough to smooth out some people's fighting spirit.

However, they never dared to take it lightly.

Now it’s finally time to ‘get to the point’.

"First of all, the competition system continues in the past and is conducted in a one-on-one format. It is divided into five rounds: 'preliminary round', 'top sixteen round', 'top eight rounds', 'semi-finals', and 'finals'. For the specific time, please see The screen behind the old man.

Hearing this, everyone looked up.

Behind Katahara Mietou.

A large screen comparable to the size of a movie theater suddenly lit up, showing a simple schedule.

"Eight days...it's difficult."

Hearing the murmur of an unknown fighter next to him, Yato nodded secretly in his heart.

If the day when they boarded the boat is counted as the first day, then two days have been removed from the eight days, and today is the third day. Tonight the grouping is decided, and the competition will start tomorrow

In the first round, there were sixteen games in total.

It must be completed within the fourth day.

After that, rest for one day, and start the second round of the "Sixteen Tournament" on the sixth day

A total of eight games, still played full.

After that, rest for another day, and on the eighth day, there will be a 'final eight', 'semi-finals', and 'finals'... a total of seven games!

In this way, there are a total of 31 games.

Even in fighting games with unlimited rules, the time to decide the winner will generally not exceed ten minutes. There are sixteen games in a day, with a rest of ten to twenty minutes in between, and there is plenty of time from morning to night.

But the problem is not whether the audience has enough time, but whether the fighters have enough time.

Even in the preliminary round, the opponents they met were not too weak, and it was inevitable that they would be hurt after a fight.

There will be quarter-finals, semi-finals and finals.

There are only two days of rest for everyone.

There was no time to recover.

It's not much better than the "wheel battle".

"The competition system and time are finished, and the second is the issue of grouping..."

Katahara Mietou showed a mischievous smile.

If you put it on a cute girl, it will look even cuter, but if you put it on him, a dead wood old man who is nearly a hundred years old, it's like the grinning grin of a mummy, which makes people shudder

pat...

There was a sound of footsteps.

I saw four guards carrying a huge monster from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

It was a machine modeled after a Russian turntable.

The surface of the machine is divided into thirty-two grids like a clock, and each grid is written with a number combined with English letters.

Because of the large size of the machine, even fighters at the edge of the hall can see it clearly, let alone the company representatives standing in front of the machine.

"This thing is...?"

Kaguya frowned slightly.

"The old man will explain how to use it.

Katahara Mietou leaned on a cane and walked slowly under the machine, like a teacher tapping the blackboard with a pointer to attract the students' attention in class, he pointed to the words on the turntable on the surface of the machine with his cane.

"al~a8, b1~b8, c1~c8, dl~d8... must have guessed it with your ingenuity? That's right, letters represent groups, and numbers represent groups within the group Position, in other words... the company selected to al will automatically be matched to the company on a2, and vice versa."

"Presumably, you are not at ease to leave your fate to the old man to make the decision. In this case... the old man. I will leave the 'right to choose' to you to decide."

At this time, a guard lowered his head and held a red cloth tray.

Katahara Mietou picked up the things in the tray, and showed them in front of everyone without any concealment.

"...?!"

The moment they saw that thing, not to mention the representatives of the company, even the fighters' eyes flashed.

It was a pistol.

It may seem unremarkable, but if true, it's no joke.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, this is just an air gun with BB bullets made of plastic inside." "

Sensing that the atmosphere was different, especially when several company representatives looked at him in the wrong way, Katahara Miitou smiled happily, as if the prank had succeeded.

"Compared with words, let me demonstrate ten times in person."

As he spoke, he walked towards the company representative with the dangerous object that he called himself an 'air gun'.

The latter all maintained a certain degree of vigilance, and chose to retreat one after another, giving up an open space.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw Katahara Mietou muttering, "This distance should be about the same" when he was five or six meters away from the machine, then turned around and pointed his gun at the huge turntable.

But he was in no hurry to shoot.

The guardian under the machine saw this and pressed the switch.

Accompanied by the buzzing sound like electromagnetic friction, the huge turntable (Chen Nuo's) embedded on the surface of the machine rotated rapidly, and the thirty-two blocks marked with group numbers were almost connected into one piece.

Snapped!

Katahara Miitou fired.

It sounded like a balloon exploding.

Then, the turntable slowly stopped.

Yato could clearly see that, among the thirty-two sets of words that had been shuffled, a block lit up.

#BE.......

"d8?"

Among the representatives of the enterprise, a trace of surprise flashed across Ziyin's face.

According to the old man in the photo,

That is to say——

"Oh my god, it's actually the 'finale appearance'? You are the first to make a choice, but you're the last one. It's really interesting about luck~!"

Katahara Mietou let out a laugh of unknown meaning, put the gun back on the tray held by the guards around him, turned around and said to the representatives of many companies:

"The old man has finished the demonstration, who is interested in being the second one?".