lerbook Chapter 1555 - 1860: Opening Ceremony (Part 3)
Chapter 1555 - 1860: Opening Ceremony (Part 3)
Hearing the young man’s resounding promise, the blond man nodded, laughed wildly, and said, "Alright, since you’re courting death, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blond man swung his fist straight at the young man’s head. Seeing the fist approaching, the young man’s expression remained unchanged, still as calm as a gentle breeze. Just as the fist was about to strike, the young man’s feet suddenly moved, like a breeze brushing by, and his body instantly disappeared from where he stood.
Huh?
The blond man was slightly stunned, quickly turning his head to look around, searching for the young man’s whereabouts.
"Are you looking for me?"
The voice came, and the blond man’s eyes immediately turned toward it, only to see the young man had somehow appeared behind him. Without thinking, the blond man swung a fist, sweeping towards his rear. But, even though the young man was right in front of him, the fist failed to connect with his body, as if the young man’s body turned to air, passing right through.
Watching the battle on the stage, Ling Chen nodded secretly in approval.
Impressive! This young man may be young, but his strength is extraordinary, definitely worthy of ranking in the top three of the Earthly List. Others might not have seen clearly what happened just now, but Ling Chen understood it.
The young man moved incredibly fast, so fast that even the naked eye struggled to keep up. When the blond man swung his punch, the young man took a slight step back and returned to the original spot after the punch passed. Only, because of his incredible speed, everyone thought he hadn’t moved from his spot.
No one knows which school this young disciple belongs to, being so formidable. If there’s a chance, it would be worth getting acquainted with him.
While pondering, a loud ’thump’ echoed from the stage. Looking up, the blond man had fallen headfirst to the ground, looking disgraced. From start to finish, the young man hadn’t really made a move, only using his foot to hook the opponent lightly.
Seeing the blond man slowly get up, the young man coldly said, "Will you roll off yourself, or do I need to kick you down?"
Hearing this, the blond man roared, his face turning red, and charged towards the young man like a human bulldozer, fierce and powerful.
Hmph!
The young man sneered, not paying any heed to the blond man’s actions. As the opponent was about to get close, the young man turned his head, not even looking at him, and delivered a direct kick. Instantly, the blond man’s body shot forth like a cannonball, flying over the stage’s protective barrier, and landed heavily on the ground three meters below.
Ugh!
A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, and the blond man trembled, fainting immediately.
"Worthless, how dare you insult Huaxia martial arts." The young man coldly remarked, then walked straight off the stage.
As the young man passed by, Ling Chen smiled and said, "Thank you for defending the honor of Huaxia martial arts."
The young man turned his head, giving Ling Chen a long look, and said, "Even if I didn’t, someone else would have, like you."
Ling Chen grinned, "I’m Ling Chen, hope we can be friends."
"Ling Chen?" The young man squinted slightly, eyeing Ling Chen with interest, asking, "Founder of Dragon Tiger Hall?"
"Sort of. From your tone, it seems you know me?"
"Heard of you. Let’s chat another time." With that said, the young man didn’t speak further and walked into the crowd on his own. Watching him leave, Ling Chen shook his head helplessly. He had intended to get to know him, but the young man didn’t even leave his name.
"Chen, do you know that young man?" At this point, Zhao Zhengxiong and Jiang Hao gathered around, eagerly asking.
"Don’t know him."
"Watching that spectacle was really satisfying. That foreigner didn’t even consider whose territory this is, daring to cause trouble here—he’s tired of living." Nanrong Hao said excitedly, "It’s a pity my skills are lacking, otherwise I’d have gone up to teach that bastard a lesson."
Jiang Hao laughed and chimed in, "Don’t worry, there’s plenty of opportunity. Look over there."
Following Jiang Hao’s point, everyone looked carefully and saw a crowd of people dressed in exotic attire, including warriors from the Great Sun Empire, and foreigners wearing karate and Muay Thai outfits. Presumably, these people came to showcase their skills and suppress Huaxia martial arts, seeking a sense of presence.
Hmph! A bunch who don’t know what ’death’ means, they’re quite bold.
"Ling Chen, when I passed by earlier, I saw a lot of registration points, what’s that about?" Nanrong Wanqing curiously asked.
"You saw that?" Ling Chen explained, "Those are registration points for the Dragon Tiger Hall, Heavenly Mechanism Arts Hall, and other Martial Arts Academies and sects. The purpose of the Martial Arts Tournament is not only to promote Huaxia martial arts but also to ensure its legacy."
Hearing this, Nanrong Hao enthusiastically asked, "Chen, can I sign up too?"
"I’m afraid not. Martial Arts Academies and sects only accept disciples under fifteen, so you’re already over the age limit."
The group chatted and laughed as they quickly arrived at the team competition stage. At this moment, the next match was in the preparation phase and about to start. On the LCD screen behind the stage, the opposing sides were displayed: Dragon Tiger Hall and Jinyao Martial Arts Hall.
Seeing his people competing, Ling Chen immediately stopped and watched the disciples from both sides enter the stage. The team competition stage was very large, twice the size of other stages, and at this moment, at one end of the stage were three members from Dragon Tiger Hall, each around twenty years old, all looking energetic and in good shape.
Ling Chen smiled slightly; these three members were personally selected by He Ziyun and are the elite of Dragon Tiger Hall. Despite their young age, they are exceptionally skilled, key figures in the Hall’s training.
Looking at the contestants from Jinyao Martial Arts Hall, Ling Chen’s face darkened.
Jinyao Martial Arts Hall had sent three members, all around forty or fifty years old. At this age, their experience and internal cultivation couldn’t be underestimated.
"Chen, isn’t this bullying from Jinyao Martial Arts Hall, with such an age gap? What’s the point?" Nanrong Hao complained, "Can’t the organizers do something about it?"
Ling Chen shrugged and said, "The team competition rules are clear, there are no age limits, so they’re not violating any rules. This kind of thing relies entirely on self-discipline. To put it simply, it’s a reflection of martial arts ethics."
"So Dragon Tiger Hall is sure to lose?"
"The match hasn’t started yet, so let’s not jump to conclusions. Let’s watch first." While Ling Chen said this, he still felt disgruntled inside.
Shortly after, under the referee’s announcement, the first round of competition began. The team competition’s system was simple: best of three wins. If either side won two consecutive matches, the last round wouldn’t continue.
Soon, the contestants from Dragon Tiger Hall and Jinyao Martial Arts Hall slowly entered the venue, exchanged fist salutes, and the match officially began.