Chapter 9: Lucky Man

Ai Wanle landed steadily on the arena. He looked around and touched his beard.

The next second, he raised his left arm to the sky, and a long strip of white cloth wrinkled into a strip flew out from his sleeve with a "puff".

When the tail of the white cloth was only one millimeter away from him, he twisted his wrists left and right, grabbed one corner, and reached out with his right hand to grab the other corner. With a "swish", the white cloth quickly spread out, about two meters wide and eight meters long.

At the same time, the drumming team that had just left the stage and was standing under the arena, the man at the front took out a brush about the length of an adult's arm from somewhere, and threw it high into the air onto the arena.

After Ai Wanle spread out the white cloth, he turned around at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, raised his right hand high, and touched the brush.

Then he started writing.

The brush did not have any ink. Ai Wanle used the brush as a transfer point for his internal force. He skillfully used his internal force to destroy the white cloth just right and began to write on it.

In the contestant area, everyone carefully watched the words written by Ai Wanle. Ai Wanle only wrote a few words, but everyone knew what he wrote.

These are the rules of this martial arts competition and the system for how to compete!

While Ai Wanle was dancing and writing and the contestants were watching attentively, everyone in the drumming team, except the man at the front, left their original positions and moved towards where the people were watching, throwing piles of folded rice paper into the crowd.

Mu Shuangyan took one of them, opened it and saw the general content of the competition.

Mu Shuangyan looked up at the arena and understood the organizer's intention.

It was daytime and the white light was dazzling, but Ai Wanle did not use strong color contrast such as black to write. Instead, he chose to use his internal force to penetrate the fabric to engrave the words in disguise.

This not only demonstrates his strength, making others who might try to make tricks restrain themselves, but also tests the eyesight of the contestants.

At least for someone like her who has no martial arts skills, she could only see the white shadows moving around and the white cloth standing on the arena, and could not see anything else clearly.

He was screened out before he even got on stage and didn't even have the qualifications to fight.

The pen tip left and the white cloth fell.

When the font comes to an end, the competition also begins.

Ai Wanle stopped writing and turned to face the crowd. He didn't know when his clothes, which were originally clean and dust-free, turned into black and white. The black part was an ink painting of mountains and rivers.

He looked around at everyone, smiling, and said to them word by word: "Let's get started."

As soon as he finished speaking, many contestants stood up from their seats at the same time, shattering the mahogany chairs under them with great force.

The chair broke into pieces, and as the chair shattered, shining pure gold and jade plates appeared.

Xu Ren'er stood up straight. The white boots were of good quality and matched Xu Ren'er's dog paws very well. Xu Ren'er had no difficulty in grabbing the pure gold jade plate.

She lowered her head to look at the jade token and saw a raised part in the middle of the token. There was a number written on the raised outline, and her number was seven.

She was the seventh player in the first round.

After the others took action, the other contestants who were slow to react reacted and began to follow suit.

Unfortunately, their actions were too late. The gold that came out had already dissolved, leaving no words behind.

Ai Wanle, as one of the biggest planners of this competition, secretly tampered with his own clothes in order to better eliminate some contestants with average abilities.

The costume is divided into two parts. The outer garment is pure white and relatively thick, and is made of a special material. Special potions can be used to dissolve this part of the outer garment, while the inner garment is pure black, which is covered by the thick outer garment.

He applied the clothing-dissolving potion to each fingertip of his left hand.

While he was writing the rules with his right hand, he was also waiting for the right moment and using his left hand, he wrote additional hidden information on the outer layer of the coat:

As he finished writing, the chair under him immediately shattered.

The timing of writing this information is very important and critical. If it is too early, everyone can find it. If it is too late, the gold will melt immediately.

He chose to work on his coat when he was halfway through writing the rules. At this time, most people's attention would be more focused on the white cloth, and it would be difficult to notice his small movements, even if the words that appeared were pure black with a sharp contrast in color.

After writing the message, he quickly began to draw an ink painting on his clothes to cover the message to avoid being discovered by someone who was a step behind.

Some contestants who did not know the information immediately did not feel upset. They immediately set their sights on other people who had gold medals and planned to step forward to snatch the gold medals.

It's a pity that how could someone who couldn't even pass Ai Wanle's simplest test possibly snatch the gold medals from these capable people?

But after a while, these people were "politely" asked to lie down and leave the scene.

Ai Wanle walked down from the arena and went to the high platform on the north side of the arena. There was an ordinary and inconspicuous table and chair on the platform. He sat on it and placed his hands crossed on the table.

After Ai Wanle sat down, the drumming teams all trotted around the platform. Only the man who was responsible for throwing the brush stood behind Ai Wanle and watched the competition with him.

"The first round of this competition is a multi-player duel, with a total of sixteen matches, four per day, with ten players in each match. The only winner among the ten players will participate in the second round.

A quarter of an hour later, the first game officially began."

In the drumming team, a man who was closest to the contestant looked at Ai Wanle. Ai Wanle nodded in permission, and then he immediately stepped forward and shouted.

"Brother, which round are you in?"

Tang Qiuyue came close to Tang Beiju and checked the number on Tang Beiju's jade token - three.

"Third game, what about you?"

The two were close to each other, and Tang Beiju asked casually, but his eyes were faster than his words and he saw the number on Tang Qiuyue's jade token - nine.

"I'm in the ninth round, so I don't have to share the same round with you. I'm so lucky!"

Tang Qiuyue was immediately happy when she saw that Tang Beiju's performance was different.

Tang Beiju is the strongest among their group. If she meets Tang Beiju, she is afraid that the first game will be over.

"A-Li, Ren'er, what about you?"

Mo Youli was originally looking down at the jade token. When he heard the voice, he looked up and smiled at Tang Qiuyue, then raised the token to show the people around him.

I saw that the font on his jade plaque was a whole circle smaller than theirs, and it had three words on it - Sixteen.

"I was in the 16th round, and Ren'er was in the 7th round. We were both in different rounds, so it seems we were both very lucky.

After all, it's a bit hard to bring yourself to fight one of your own in the first round."

Xu Ren'er nodded in agreement. Indeed, if they were really in the same scene, it would be too difficult.

"So, Beiju's match is today, Ren'er's is tomorrow, Qiuyue's is the day after tomorrow, and this means it's my last day. Beiju, your match is this afternoon. I wish you success!"

Mo Youli analyzed everyone's time in his mind and spoke in a gentle voice.

In the players' area, everyone was the same as Xu Ren'er and his group. People who knew each other had friendly exchanges with each other, asked about the competition schedule, and calculated the specific time period for their own competition.

Suddenly, Tang Beiju's gentle gaze suddenly became sharp. He glanced around coldly and snorted.

"Someone is watching us with malicious intent."

"Maybe they want to understand their opponents in advance so they can come up with a response strategy and see if they can resolve the situation sooner."

Mo Youli coldly expressed the peeper's thoughts, his tone seemed to be somewhat indifferent, and he slowly said:

"There are always some people with average abilities who will do anything to win. If I'm not mistaken, before the end of the game, someone will probably secretly plot against their opponent, preventing them from participating in the competition."

"It's easy to dodge an open attack, but it's hard to guard against an arrow from the dark." Xu Ren'er continued Mo Youli's words, "We still have to be more careful."

As soon as Xu Ren'er opened her mouth, everyone's eyes turned to her.

"Ren'er, did you take the pill?" Mo Youli was the first to react, and quickly used the method of asking to find excuses for Xu Ren'er.

"Yes. I think that young python..." Xu Ren'er paused. The voice of the colorful python was relatively neutral, and it seemed difficult to tell whether it was male or female.

"Or maybe it was the python girl. She had no bad intentions and was purely kind, so I took the pill."

In fact, it was not eaten at all and is still in the boot with an embroidered inner pocket.

But since there is a legitimate reason to speak up, why not do it?

The five-colored python was obviously a very powerful warrior, and powerful people were more or less proud. Lying and cheating the weak for a place in the competition was a provocation to their dignity.

Therefore, Xu Ren'er believed that there was nothing wrong with the pill given by the five-colored python.

But she could speak anyway, although it was one of the rewards for completing the mission eight years ago, so there was no need to waste the pill. Maybe it could play a key role at some point in the future.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

One of the outer soldiers handed a member of the drumming squad a rolled-up piece of yellow rice paper, who then strode forward, unfolded the paper, and began to read the list.

"The following persons are welcome to compete on stage. If they do not take the stage after half a quarter of an hour (seven minutes and twelve seconds), they will be deemed to have automatically forfeited.

The personnel are as follows: Zhang San, Li Si, Hao Yunqi, Wang Wu, Zhao Liu, Sun Qi, Zhou Ba, Wu Jiu, Zheng Shi, and Chen Er.

Please invite the above contestants to come on stage."

The man reading the paper's name spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice. When he finished reading the last person's name, he looked up at the arena. On that vast arena, there was only one person on the stage.

He was a young man in yellow clothes, about seventeen years old, with clear and bright eyes. He had a scimitar at his waist with three holes on it and iron rings hanging from the holes. He looked around and no one came forward.

Maybe these people wanted to wait until the very last moment to perform their final act under everyone's watchful eyes, Hao Yunqi thought.

Hao Yunqi waited quietly. After years of hard training, he was looking forward to fighting with others to see where his level stood.

Half a minute later, when the man who had just read the paper walked towards the crowd and announced that he had won the promotion, he was dumbfounded.

The other contestants were also dumbfounded.

"Hey, are you guys serious? I haven't even started fighting yet, and you're going to let me finish like this? Win straight away? You're not kidding me, are you?!"

Hao Yunqi hurried forward, forgetting even basic courtesy, and directly grabbed the corner of the paper-reading man's clothes and said.

The paper reader gave the answer expressionlessly:

"Your other opponents, due to lack of vision, didn't see the information hidden in their clothes and missed their own gold medal numbers. Therefore, you won without a fight."

"This seems a bit unfair." Xiao Aodang, one of the contestants, looked at Ai Wanle sitting on the podium and raised his eyebrows.

Xiao Aodang, a native of Jiucai Country, wore a dark purple robe, had phoenix eyes, and three small, light brown moles on the corners of his eyes, which were symmetrical and looked quite weird.

Ai Wanle witnessed the entire process, stroking his beard as he pronounced, "Luck is also a form of strength. In this match, Hao Yunqi is the winner."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Hao Yunqi with a smile and said comfortingly:

"Young man, don't be impatient. There will be many more matches to come. This is just the first round of the selection process. You will always meet a respectable opponent who will play with you in a fun match. Just wait patiently.

I...I promise you that the upcoming matches will be quite exciting and you will definitely be satisfied."