Chapter 27 The feast is opened by the strong
The night Glen She stayed at Beichen's hotel, Ling Shuang came back. His injuries had healed a lot, and he could move around freely without any problem. At the same time, he brought some information to Beichen and others: First, more and more contestants had been attacked recently, and more and more engraved spirit crystals had been lost.
Secondly, the participating team from Heyang Kingdom has arrived in the capital, and it is said that the second and third princes are on the team.
Are Rui and Redis here? Beichen felt warm in her heart, and a surge of excitement and joy surged up in her, but she also knew that now was not the time to look for them.
The next day, six days before the official opening of the martial arts tournament, Glenshe's little Shiba Inu appeared at the hotel entrance. Beichen, feeling both amused and annoyed, carried it to Glenshe's room, but he simply tucked it under the bed and continued to doze off. But before closing his eyes completely, he asked one more question:
"Do you want me to help with special training? It has nothing to do with Xia blood."
Beichen still shook her head stubbornly - when she got stubborn, she was as strong as a bull.
"Thank you, Glen She, but I unilaterally recognized you as my rival. It would be too embarrassing to let a rival train for me."
Glenn She opened his eyes upon hearing this, and a hint of interest flashed across his eyes.
"Well, see you on the field."
"Well, next time, I won't be as embarrassed as last time!"
Just after she left Kuang Dog's room, Xiao Peng came up to her with a gentle smile, holding a small stack of papers in her hand. On it were densely packed lists of various terrifying high-intensity special training contents, as well as a detailed schedule - not only her, but Xiang Ying and Gemini also had many weapons training tasks.
"Devil coach—"
Looking at the stack of papers, Beichen held his head and cried softly.
"...I'm just giving you a suggestion. It's up to you whether you do it or not. With your current strength, getting into the top 100 might be possible."
"Only the first hundred!?"
"You should be chuckling about being in the top 100!" Xiao Peng rolled his eyes. "This is a martial arts tournament that brings together martial artists from all over the world!"
"Well……"
"How about it, do you want to do it?"
Beichen looked at the stack of training plans again, and finally swallowed his saliva, and roared with a face ready to die:
"Do!"
Xiao Peng showed a somewhat dangerous smile, while Ling Shuang, who appeared out of nowhere, leaned against the wall and hummed softly:
"You're very determined, sis. I'll help with the special training too. I won't let you touch any fish at all."
“…”
Six days later, in the royal capital of Grubesia.
The largest arena in the city center was bustling with people both inside and outside. Outside the hundred-meter-high arena, many spiritual warriors gathered in groups, whispering to each other. People who came to watch the fun formed a long queue at the ticket office. The hawking sounds of various vendors were heard one after another. In the meantime, you could see various participating teams in uniform. These were basically representatives from larger forces. For example, the Heyang Kingdom team wore dark blue uniforms that looked like knights.
There were also some Lingwu Si who acted alone, without travel companions nor joining any participating teams. They did not release any arrogance, were accompanied by two or three weapons, and disappeared in the crowd - but there were still some sharp-eyed and experienced Lingwu Si who recognized them. Most of them were lone rangers whose strength was above that of the Shengling Wu Si and who had already possessed outstanding strength to stand on their own.
For example, one of them—
When this person walked into the preliminary selection queue of contestants, many eyes fell on him silently.
He had a tall and strong body, wearing a black hard cloth coat with a light silver armor on top, light gray hair and a pair of narrow and fierce wolf eyes, his lips were tightly pursed as if in abstinence. Although the temperature was quite high, except for his face, which was tightly wrapped, he did not sweat at all.
Following behind him were two warriors with extremely different physiques and appearances. One of them was a centimeter taller than the master, with long, flamboyant fiery red hair, and his whole body was full of impact and power. The other was a thin boy with a dark complexion and short light purple hair. He had a delicate appearance, but the look in his eyes was always sharp and cold, and even had a hint of mockery.
"It's 'Hooked Life Silver Moon'... It's definitely him!"
The crowd stirred slightly, and many people looked over with a hint of worry and hostility.
However, Gu Yinyue, who was at the center of the sight, and the combat weapons Longyun and Naraka were indifferent to this, as if they had long been accustomed to being stared at.
The team advanced quickly, and before long, Gu Yinyue had reached the attendant's service desk. The staff member took the engraved spirit crystal from his hand, wrote down his entry number, then tapped a column on a form and handed him a wristband with a number written on it.
"You are in the fifth group today. The time is from 1:00 to 2:00 pm. If you fail to participate by the deadline, you will be deemed to have forfeited."
"Um."
Gu Yinyue nodded coldly, took the wristband and put it on, gestured to the weapon behind him, and walked towards the queue of civilians on the other side.
"You damn monk, are you planning to buy a ticket to watch the game?"
Longyun followed behind him and asked,
"We've finally arrived at our destination, so we should at least rest for a while. Most importantly, shouldn't we find a way to contact Xiaochen?!"
Gu Yinyue didn't even turn his head:
"Isn't watching the game the fastest way to find her?"
Long Yun suddenly twisted his lips and said, "Are you planning to buy all the tickets today and watch the whole show from beginning to end?!"
"no?"
“…”
Longyun was speechless, and Naraka on the side glanced at him with amusement.
"It's not the first day you've known this damn monk's temper, just bear with it."
Because there are so many contestants, even though there are two qualifying rounds, the scale of the preliminary round is still very large.
The contestants are divided into groups of 200 people each hour. A free elimination ring-style competition is adopted. Each match lasts five minutes. Ten wins will pass, and three losses will eliminate. If ten wins are not achieved within an hour, the contestant is eliminated. The battle is one-on-one and free challenges are allowed. However, if no one challenges a fighter on the ring for more than one minute (Lille), the supervising referee will be responsible for randomly deciding the next opponent.
Participants are allowed to bring up to three weapons onto the field. The use of spirit crystals, offensive props other than weapons, and poisons is prohibited. Weapons cannot be transformed into weapons before the start signal. The organizers are not responsible for deaths caused by accidental injuries, but it is strictly forbidden to unilaterally pursue an opponent who has admitted defeat, declared defeat, or begged for mercy.
There are eight preliminary rounds of this scale in one day, and the preliminary rounds will last for three days before coming to an end. Gu Yinyue thought about it for a while and decided to buy the tickets for that day before making a decision.
Since they arrived early, the three of them happened to catch the opening ceremony of the fighting competition. On the huge arena in the center of the arena, groups of artists and singers took turns to perform to add to the atmosphere of the conference. The scene was grand and lively. At the end of the opening ceremony, Selena, a famous singer from the Kingdom of Latia, appeared on the stage. Amidst deafening cheers, she sang a pleasant and powerful war song with her clear, angelic voice.
Just as the atmosphere in the venue reached its climax, the King of Latia appeared in front of everyone with a man on a separate high platform, the highest VIP seat in the arena.
The cheers, filled with all kinds of intense and burning meanings, became even crazier and even hoarse. Even the king realized that the cheers were not directed at him, but at the man next to him.
But the king did not get angry. He just stroked his beard knowingly and smiled at the man. The latter nodded slightly to him and politely but without any humility returned a more kingly smile.
He took a step forward, walked to the front of the platform, and looked down at the audience cheering for him.
Then, with a cold and proud smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it down - just this one action, the whole audience immediately quieted down.
"I didn't expect that after all these years, there would be so many people who would give me face. I'm just a legend, why are you so obsessed with me?"
What the man said loudly was not some serious official written language, but a sentence that sounded very much like casual chat. As soon as this sentence came out, the whole audience burst into low commotion and laughter.
"Since you're already obsessed, I'll let you be. We're all here to watch the fight. I won't tell you about the rules and regulations that might ruin the atmosphere, but just because I say nothing doesn't mean you can be ignorant. Anyone thinking of using this as an excuse to play some tricks, better forget it. Read the contestant and spectator manuals carefully, okay?!"
In a tone that was both teasing and intimidating, he spoke words that made it seem as if the other party wasn't so high and mighty that they couldn't look him in the face. As soon as he finished speaking, someone on the field boldly shouted "Yes, sir," followed by roars of support from all around.
"Okay!" The man laughed and nodded to the people under his feet.
"Although I am a legend, I am only a legend of the past. I alone probably cannot become a legend of the future, so I am giving this opportunity equally to all those who are preparing to participate. Any one of you has the potential to become the one who writes the legend of the future."
As he spoke, he waved his hand vigorously at everyone. The breeze caused his black hair to flutter slightly, and his pair of golden eyes flashed with a look like that of a noble black panther - a look that was confident and arrogant, but did not give people the slightest discomfort.
—That was the gaze of a king.
"Guys, show me your strength! Whoever reaches the top, I'll give you all my strength!
If you want to be a savior, I will help you smash the moon above your head. If you want to be a demon king, I will help you wipe out all living things. If you want to be a hermit who lives a carefree life, then I will have no problem accompanying you in your romantic pursuits—ah, of course, the premise is that I am a woman.
When the man said this, the field erupted in good-natured laughter, but the next second, the man put away his idle look and revealed a domineering smile full of fighting spirit.
"And, if you are ambitious and ambitious, no matter how far you can reach within a month, I will help you plant your flag on the land you choose! Let the people of the land you have encircled work for you, obey you, and respect you as their king—and sing your praises!!"
Coax────
The entire venue erupted in earth-shaking cheers, and almost everyone stood up from their seats, roaring enthusiastically at the man on the podium.
Since ancient times, Senagad's weapons have always been regarded as a subordinate race of mankind, in an awkward and passive position. However, after the baptism of time and the rumors and history told by absolute power, there are also a few weapons standing at the top of the world, breaking away from the scope of race, and enjoying absolute enthusiasm, yearning and worship in this world that worships martial arts.
——They are called Emperor-class weapons.
The man is one of them, and among the dozen or so emperor-level weapons in the world, he ranks first in comprehensive combat power.
Now, the whole place was in a frenzy. Some people, with red faces like believers, shouted his name like crazy.
Xia blood!
Xia Blood!!
──Xia blood!!!
Demonic Sword·Xiaoxue·Jiuyao·Xingmai Seed, with a king's smile on his face, let the frenzy continue for a minute, then reached out to suppress the noise in the audience.
Then he stepped back, returned to the king's side, and nodded to him.
The king laughed heartily, walked to the edge of the platform, stretched out his scepter and pointed it at the sky. His vigorous, low and powerful voice floated over the arena.
"I declare that the Latia Kingdom's World-Class Spiritual Martial Arts Tournament has officially begun!"
The audience cheered again, but Xiaxue, who was standing behind the King, cast a brief and meaningful glance at a corner of the court, and the corners of his mouth curled up with interest.
"Stand in front of me—Xiang Beichen."
He spoke softly in a very low voice.
"Your Excellency Xiaxue?"
After the start of the game, the next matters were arranged by the stadium staff. The king walked to Xiaxue and looked at Xiaxue's face with some surprise, who seemed to be in a good mood.
"No, it's nothing, please don't worry about it. Please allow me to leave for a while, okay?"
"Oh, of course, please."
Xiaxue performed a simple noble salute to the king, then turned and left the platform.
"Well, let's go check which group she is in."
On the other hand, after the game officially started, the enthusiastic atmosphere that had just cooled down directly reached its highest point again.
Gu Yinyue sat in a good seat in the front, watching the battle in one of the arenas below (divided into several smaller arenas for efficiency) with an expressionless face:
One person defeated three, then was defeated by the fourth, the fourth was defeated by the fifth, and the fifth was defeated by the first one who challenged again, and then the first was defeated by the seventh -
The ups and downs and chaotic ring match continued. Since there had been two preliminaries before, the quality of the fighters on the field now was not too low to be disgusting. Although the match was not particularly exciting, it was still worth watching. Longyun occasionally shouted excitedly on the side, and Naraka mercilessly picked on every fighter on the field. Only Gu Yinyue watched with an expressionless face, but his eyes did not miss any details on the field.
The first group of matches ended, and a total of eleven people won the game.
After ten minutes of cleaning up the field, Gu Yinyue opened his eyes (as if he was resting) and continued to watch the game calmly. In fact, even when the red blood appeared just now, his emotions did not fluctuate much. That kind of superficial desire could not affect him at all.
However, even such a cold and abstinent Gu Yinyue, when he saw the third group of competition, his eyes suddenly shot out a strange look, and there was obvious joy in his breath.
“Ah, that—!”
Longyun lowered his voice, pointed at the ring, and let out a happy cry.
"Hey, that woman—"
Naraka also narrowed his eyes and stared at the ring, with the corners of his mouth curled up.
On one of the arenas in the arena, stood a girl in white clothes, with blonde hair reaching her waist and wearing an iron helmet. Her arms were clasped with sharp claws half the length of her arms, and she held a white sword in her hands. However, she did not use any of the weapons in her hands. She simply squatted down slightly towards the attacking enemy, then used her long legs to block the opponent's hand holding the weapon, and kicked him hard in the chest!
bump!
In a few seconds, before the opponent could understand what was happening, he had already fallen off the stage with his weapon in his hand, looking dazed.
Soon after, another challenger climbed onto the stage and aimed his longbow at her at the start of the match - but even faster than him was the girl's sprinting figure!
bump!
Before he could even shoot the arrow, the second challenger was kicked off the stage by the huge force!
The Lingwu Division members in the audience were slightly agitated: This girl won two games in a row within one minute!
Immediately, someone jumped onto the ring as if he was not convinced, and started to chop at her with a heavy sword in hand - but she just casually deflected the attack with the sword, and then found a gap of less than a second, took a small step sideways, and swept the opponent's side with force, followed by a few more knee and elbow attacks!
Accompanied by screams, the third person rolled off the stage in a mess.
"That woman has made great progress. It seems that the training we have here has not been in vain."
It was rare for Naraka to speak words of praise, and Longyun on the side was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
"Xiao Chen must have been training like crazy these days. If you think about it this way, the trouble we went through in the Black Swamp isn't that much, don't you think, you stupid monk?"
Gu Yinyue didn't say anything, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He stared at Beichen's figure on the ring and nodded slightly.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth.
The twelfth, fifteenth, and eighteenth.
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, and more and more people were defeated, but the girl in white still stood firmly on the ring.
Many people have gone up and down the other arenas in the arena, but this is the only arena the girl has never come down from since she went up there.
Soon, the ring attracted the attention of the audience.
The girl had already defeated nearly twenty men without expending any energy. Although she had weapons in her hands, she rarely used them except for blocking. It was obvious that she was holding back to avoid her fighting style being discovered too early.
And after so many battles, the spectators had more or less seen her style of repelling the enemy.
quick.
With just this one word, she dodged the giant axe, longsword, sledgehammer, longbow, and twin blades—she then found an opening and launched a counterattack as swift as the wind and thunder.
There were no fancy gimmicks, no moment of hesitation or confusion, and no signs of action to judge from.
A simple kick, bump, hit, and blow—in a few seconds, she transformed into a white afterimage, wandering erratically around the enemy, then finding the opponent's weakness and inflicting maximum damage with minimal consumption.
Her slender legs drew beautiful, swift and tricky arcs in the air, her white clothes fluttered in the strong wind, her long golden hair floated in the air along with the air flow, and her delicate lips under the helmet were slightly pursed, with a smile full of excitement and fighting spirit - the girl on the ring was a wonderful combination of thinness and strength, elegance and wildness, simplicity and luxury.
Only then did people discover that without relying on weapons, humans could also have such a primitive and beautiful fighting posture.
"Everything is urged, only speed can not be broken."
Gu Yinyue whispered this sentence in the audience.
As a heavy warrior who gave up speed and focused on strength, being willing to say this is the greatest affirmation of the fighter.
The twenty-fifth, the twenty-ninth, the thirty-third.
The number of losers continued to increase, and the attention of the entire audience was focused on the girl - so far, no one had been able to withstand her attacks for more than three minutes. Even a few belligerents from the next ring moved over here, looking eager to give it a try.
"Kill the white shadow quickly!"
Soon, someone in the audience gave a code name to the figure on the ring and shouted in encouragement.
"Speed Kill White Shadow? What a great name!"
After hearing this, Longyun laughed heartily, then raised his voice and shouted at the figure on the stage:
"Go! Kill the white shadow quickly!!"
Immediately, the audience became lively.
"Hey, everyone on this team, you're so useless! Miss Baiying has already occupied the arena for over 45 riels!"
"That's right! Isn't there a man to push her down?!"
"Kill the White Shadow quickly! Keep it up! I'm betting all my money on you! You're my God of Wealth! Come on!"
"Kill Bai Ying quickly! Go ahead! Let them know that the Female Spiritual Martial Division also has powerful masters!!"
The voices of cheering and booing came one after another, but she seemed unaffected by the environment, maintaining a calm expression and continuing to knock her opponents off the stage one by one.
In the end, in the fanatical atmosphere, until the end of the game, the girl in white was still standing on the ring.
She stood on the ring, her chest heaving slightly, obviously tired, but with no major wounds on her body. It was not until the referee announced her the winner that she relaxed her shoulders with relief, jumped off the ring, and walked towards the exit in the eyes of those around her who looked at her with resentment, anger, but more of admiration and respect.
Oh oh oh oh──
As if they had witnessed the birth of a new strong man (or perhaps because they won the bet), the audience roared excitedly, bidding farewell to the winner.
Yashu Tuling──the swift-killing white shadow, became famous in one battle.
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