Chapter 203: Strong people gather together, with various skills
Huali Hotel, eighth floor, in a standard hotel room.
In the bathroom, the sound of water splashing finally stopped.
Half a minute later.
“Tatta…”
A strong figure with naked upper body came out and slowly stood beside the open French window. There was a soft light brown wool carpet, on which was a table. On the white crocheted tablecloth was a cup of strong tea with a faint green hue. The tea leaves were settled, and the tea water on the top was clear.
The figure walked to the table, picked up the teacup with one hand and opened the curtain with the other.
Suddenly, the golden rays of the sun outside shone straight in through the glass. The August sun was so intense that it burned my eyes. Even in the morning, the heat on my skin was as painful as a knife. The man picked up the teacup and took a sip. On his majestic inverted triangle body, the brownish muscles were hard and bulging, like granite. The unwiped clean water was like a layer of ointment on his thick skin, giving it a nearly translucent luster in the sun.
The perfect statue-like body, both bloated and refined, looks like a bulky muscular man, but when the body is coordinated, it is agile and swift. The chest muscles are full and inverted like armor, and below are powerful abdominal muscles. The shark lines on both sides of the waist and abdomen are as dangerous as sharp teeth.
No wonder the young man in white and the five-pointed star Night Dream saw the extraordinaryness of Bai Xiao at a glance. Such an extremely good body, even if it is wrapped in loose training clothes, will definitely attract the attention of the strong!
When a man works out too much, he may not necessarily attract women, but more likely people of the same sex! The body of the white owl is also like a kind of magnetic field, attracting strong people!
Of course, even this strong appearance is far from enough to show its true strength. Only Bai Xiao himself knows how surging the blood and energy contained in this body is, which is as dangerous and hot as magma.
“Have some schools of thought already set out?”
He drank the refreshing tea specially prepared by the martial artist of the Fierce Bird School, and looked down with a deep gaze like a black pool, his pupils were dark and bright. On the straight and wide avenue in front of the Huali Hotel, two rows of neat and tall sycamore trees stretched into the distance. Teams with a distinct aura from passers-by, like dangerous schools of fish, headed towards the White Flower Hall with a clear purpose.
The hotel is very close to the club, so no car transfer is required.
"Gurgle."
Bai Xiao tilted his head back and drank the tea in one gulp, his throat feeling refreshed.
He turned his head slightly, the sunlight shining on half of his face, the overall contour was clear and deep. His nose was high and his eyebrows were thick like swords. He was not too handsome, but had a classic feeling of vigor and vitality. In fact, if Bai Xiao did not release the aggression like a cold-blooded killer snake, he would be quite handsome.
"I really have to take the upcoming provincial fighting competition a little more seriously. No matter how bad my opponents are, they are still at the top five level in their respective cities. I can use this opportunity to appreciate the secret martial arts of different schools and experience all kinds of strange and bizarre abilities. A stone from another mountain can be used to polish a jade. With my amazing wisdom, maybe I can even get a variation like the bronze statue skill..."
Bai Xiao muttered to himself, then turned his attention to the career panel.
The Secret Weapon Expert profession will be able to make a breakthrough in the near future. He originally wanted to reach level 2 in the city-level fighting competition, but he didn't expect to still be a little short after the end. Maybe the opponents in the semi-finals and finals were too weak.
"Provincial competition, please don't let me down..."
Bai Xiao looked out the window at the tall buildings.
…
Seven ten in the morning.
In Yunzhou City, Wutong Avenue, a group of nearly ten people were walking along the roadside.
"Huh, it's finally time to start. I didn't get much sleep last night."
On the sidewalk, Wei Gang, who was wearing a black polo shirt, twisted his shoulders slightly and yawned. However, the spirit of a secret martial arts practitioner is far superior to that of an ordinary person. Even if he has not slept all night, he will not be in a state of mental depression. He turned his head and glanced at the street leading to the White Flower Hall.
Every participant of the Dark World Fighting Tournament, or the secret martial arts personnel who came to watch the competition, had anticipation in their eyes, and was excited to try it out.
Men, women, old, young. Some wore training clothes that were representative of their schools, some wore specially prepared combat clothes, and some wore simple casual clothes. There were even a few people wearing strange clothes. Among them, there were many with strong auras and amazing physiques.
"The more I collect and organize the information and records of the players participating in the provincial dark world fighting competition, the more I feel that there are always people who are better than you. There are too many geniuses who are far superior to their peers. They are so outstanding that they can be seen with the naked eye. I feel that I may never catch up with them in my lifetime..."
Wei Gang shook his head and sighed, feeling a little disappointed.
Obviously, this was probably partly the reason why he couldn't sleep last night.
"Indeed, there are too many masters this time. Let's not talk about the two heroes of Nanjiang. The number of fighters participating in the Dark World Fighting Competition alone is frightening! There are already sixteen people on the surface! Each of them is one of the best leaders in a certain prefecture-level city..."
Next to her, Second Senior Sister Xia Shi was also sighing. If she hadn't been injured, she might have been able to compete for fifth place in the Huaishui City Dark World Fighting Competition. And fifth place in the city-level fighting competition, at a glance, would be just a mediocre person at the bottom of the crowd in the provincial fighting competition.
They are just there to make up the numbers, and basically they only last one round.
It is important to know that the provincial dark world fighting competition does not have a resurrection match mechanism. All 12 cities and 60 contestants will go through the most brutal elimination system. Anyone who loses will be eliminated immediately.
"It doesn't matter if there are many talented masters. I believe in my elder brother! In my opinion, my elder brother is good enough to be in the top five among the dozen or so martial artist-level contestants! He can even... compete with the Nanjiang duo!"
Suga Feng, who was standing behind Bai Xiao, seemed quite confident and spoke.
Several elders of the Fierce Bird School laughed. They shared the same view as Suga Feng. Bai Xiao, the eldest disciple, was no worse than any other genius!
In the team, Bai Xiao himself was relatively silent and calm.
He was wearing a platinum combat suit and his steps were steady and powerful.
"hehe……"
Suddenly, a slightly sarcastic sneer sounded from the other side of the road.
"Still want to challenge Ye Meng and Fang Chao? Are you dreaming?"
"How shameless!"
On the left sidewalk, in a group of people, a young man wearing a black leather jacket even on a hot day said from a distance. He was about 1.8 meters tall, thin, with thin lips and a straight nose, and some traces of stubble.
His hair was messy and unkempt, giving him a decadent and gloomy look. He had a cigarette in his mouth, with a blue-red flame at the end of the cigarette flickering.
He put one hand in his trouser pocket and looked towards the fierce bird flow.
“Those who have never fought with Pentagram Ye Meng and Flowing Light Fist Fang Chao will never know how terrifying their true strength is, and how suffocating the oppression they bring to you is! If you want to challenge the Nanjiang duo, I suggest you fight them in a fighting tournament in person. The unrealistic fantasies in your heart will soon be shattered. Just don't get beaten to the point of collapse, hehe..." said the decadent man in a jacket, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Oh, by the way, you may not meet them. You may be eliminated by others along the way and go back home in disgrace."
There was a very strange feeling when he said this. It seemed like he was saying that Bai Xiao was overestimating his own abilities, but it also seemed like he was scolding himself.
"Liu Ping, stop talking!"
Behind the decadent man, a middle-aged man with a strong aura frowned.
He turned around and immediately apologized to the Xiongniaoliu.
Half a minute later.
Suga Feng looked at the team from that school and saw it disappear around the corner. He spat and said, "What the hell? What does it have to do with you if my senior brother from the Fierce Bird School collides with the Nanjiang Twins? You jumped out of nowhere. Did you get abused by the Nanjiang Twins before? If you heard it, you should react on the spot!"
“It’s true.”
Wei Gang, who was standing next to him, nodded and took over the conversation: "This person should be Liu Ping of the Jade Blood Fist, the second school of Yunzhou City. Although the Jade Blood Fist can only be ranked second in Yunzhou City, weaker than Li Guangjian. But that is Li Guangjian after all. In fact, the Jade Blood Fist can definitely be ranked in the top five in the entire Nanjiang Province. And Liu Ping has been the first core of the Jade Blood Fist for four years..."
"In the past year, Pentagram Night Dream has a famous record. At a martial arts exchange meeting, he fought one against six with one sword, and swept through the crowd at the peak of his spirit and passion, completely establishing his position. And in the background, there was the Blood Fist Liu Ping, who was one of the six..."
"oh?"
Suga Feng seemed to have remembered: "So, he was actually talking about himself just now. After that battle, Liu Ping's mentality must have been broken by Ye Meng. He couldn't even win against six people, so he really couldn't blame anyone. He could only call himself a waste, and it was inevitable that his mentality was decadent..."
"By the way, is there such a big gap between Pentagram Ye Meng and the others? This Jade Blood Fist Liu Ping is probably one of the best among the younger generation in the entire Nanjiang Province. How come even with the other five, he still can't beat him..."
At this time, an elder of the Xiongniao tribe spoke.
"I know this. Last night I asked an elder from Yunzhou City who watched the martial arts exchange meeting. In fact, although Pentagram Ye Meng has top talent and ability, it is really difficult for him to fight against six people at the same time. However, sometimes, the special atmosphere formed in a special scene can make a person's momentum and spirit rise to an unimaginable state. Ye Meng was in that state and achieved an almost impossible record..."
"When your spirit is highly concentrated, you seem to be able to do anything!"
"After this special state, the strength of the person who experiences it will obviously rise to a higher level, as if they have undergone a transformation through the tempering of iron and blood..."
"Before, the support for the Nanjiang Duo was actually quite weak, because it was always Fang Chao of the Flowing Light Fist who suppressed the Five-pointed Star Night Dream. It was not until the one-on-six siege that the Five-pointed Star Night Dream completely secured the position of the Duo..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xiao, who had been silent, spoke.
"Is there any way to trigger this special state?"
The elder of the Fierce Bird Stream shook his head and said, "It depends on luck, the right time, the right place, and the right people, and the strong foundation and insights accumulated in daily life. It is very rare in the secret martial arts world to suddenly realize one's own spirit and find one's true heart and path during a battle. When the opportunity comes, it comes. It can't be forced."
The group of fierce birders chatted as they walked.
Soon, they arrived at the cordon set up by Baihua Martial Arts School.
The surrounding roads were closed, there were policemen in black uniforms, police cars parked on the roadside, and people from the secret martial arts world could be vaguely seen patrolling.
The protective measures of the Dark World Fighting Competition have always been very complete, and this year's competition is even more important. Because the evil ghost court that had been causing trouble in the eastern coastal area had announced some time ago that they intended to disrupt the Dark World Fighting Competition.
Of course, this may just be an ambiguous threat.
However, the Martial Arts Association still increased security to prevent trouble.
At the entrance of the yellow warning tape, Xiong Niao Liu showed his credentials and was immediately allowed in. Walking along the wide cement road and passing the gate, a modern mansion park appeared in front of us. Just like those high-end clubs seen on TV, various venues and high-rise buildings with different functions were arranged everywhere. The windows and decorative metal strips were shining in the sun.
At the door, two staff members wearing blue uniforms and ID cards around their necks walked in front and led the way, bringing everyone to the gymnasium.
Going up the slope on the left, we came to the highest step, which was paved with smooth and neat black marble. The glass door was already open, leaving the way to the inside of the venue. Bai Xiao followed the team all the way in.
Ten minutes later.
At 7:30 in the morning, the provincial dark world fighting competition held its opening ceremony.
Bai Xiao sat quietly in one of the audience seats, looking around the entire indoor gymnasium. There was lighting equipment hanging on the alloy iron rack above his head.
The light was focused so brightly that the rubber floor and mats at the bottom of the gymnasium reflected it like plastic.
At the center, there was a huge ring that looked like an octagonal cage, with a bloody and ferocious look. It looked like a death fight in an underground boxing ring.
In addition, the overall layout of the Dark World Fighting Tournament venue is similar to the Super Professional Fighting Championship, a fighting show that is often broadcast on TV.
Time passed little by little, and the opening ceremony lasted a total of one hour.
It was nothing more than some high-ranking officials of the Martial Arts Association, a few elders and celebrities in Nanjiang Province, and personnel from some regional and even national organizations, talking about the rewards for ranking at the top, the appreciation and attention of prestigious martial arts schools, and international exchange opportunities.
Bai Xiao closed his eyes and rested the whole time, and sat like this until half past eight.
Finally, the organizers started to get down to business
A black-clad referee walked straight to an open space next to the ring, where a draw was prepared. He held a microphone in his hand, and the contestant whose name was called came up to take his number in public.
"Long Ming."
The referee began announcing the contestants to the stage.
Just like that, after reading out the names of about twenty people.
"White Owl!"
Bai Xiao immediately stood up and went to the lottery site to get his number.
"Number 9."
He looked at the number on the note and paused for a moment before looking up.
Standing next to the black-clad referee, Bai Xiao felt that there were several gazes around him, staring at him closely, as sharp as eagle eyes. It was not a normal look, but a gaze with an inexplicable interest in the battle.
In front of him, there was an elegant young man in a blue slim-fitting outfit with a black ponytail on his shoulders. He was holding an ancient sword in his arms, and his feminine face seemed to have a faint smile, with his thin lips slightly raised.
On the left hand, there was a short-haired young man wearing a white dojo uniform and a red ribbon on his forehead. He twisted his neck, and a fiery light flashed in his eyes.
His extremely strong and powerful fists were clasped across his chest, with veins exposed.
On the right, a gloomy man wrapped in thick black clothes lowered the brim of his hat with one hand. From the gap in the shadow, a venomous and fierce gaze shone out. A faint aura of fear emanated from him.
(End of this chapter)
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