The Xiang family members walked faster, but they obediently trailed behind Chen Yang and his group.
As the sun fully rose and the temperature began to rise, they saw their destination.
Ahead is an ancient building, and in front of the building is a square with a large platform of nearly 100 square meters in the middle.
This senior is very dedicated to the martial arts tournament. Both the buildings and the arena look brand new, clearly having been specially renovated.
Meanwhile, a large number of people had already gathered in the square, and some were sparring on the arena.
The two fighters on the stage were engaged in a fierce battle, and the crowd below was cheering them on.
Chen Yang could see the fight between the two from afar.
To his surprise, these two men were almost as skilled as him in terms of martial arts alone. In the real world, they could each take on a dozen or more heroes.
This martial arts tournament truly lives up to its reputation as the most prestigious competition in the martial arts world; any two people who come are experts.
However, Chen Yang wasn't too worried, as his strengths extended far beyond Xingyi Quan.
Not to mention his lightness of body and his superhuman physique, his wolf-like bloodline and eagle-like eyes alone give him a huge advantage.
This time, he hoped to only use his wolf bloodline and eagle eyes, and to use his peak physique as needed, and he would not use his lightness of body technique.
I wonder what level those two monstrous geniuses the old man mentioned were at.
Chen Yang was really looking forward to meeting them, as it would definitely be a great boost to his abilities.
Not only those two prodigies, but also these elite disciples from all over the country and from all sects are people who are rarely seen in normal times.
In fact, the real competition in this martial arts tournament was among the groups of Chen Yang's age group.
At this age, they already have a considerable understanding of martial arts, and it is their golden period in terms of both skills and physical fitness.
This group has a wide age range. The younger players are more alert, energetic, and driven, while the older players are more experienced and skilled. The matches are very interesting.
Chen Yang is approaching thirty, which puts him in the middle of his life.
To be honest, Chen Yang didn't really care about those a few years younger than him. It wasn't that Chen Yang looked down on others, but rather that people in that age group lacked experience, and even if they were talented, their skills weren't yet up to par.
As for comparing physical fitness and awareness... Chen Yang could only chuckle.
Therefore, his focus remained on the group of people in their thirties. According to Grandpa Yun, this group, influenced by those two prodigies, became even more relentless, and the martial arts atmosphere was excellent in their generation. Although they were overshadowed by those two prodigies, their average skill level was much higher than that of Chen Yang's generation.
In other words, almost all of Chen Yang's opponents were more skilled in martial arts than him.
He stepped down from the ring, as if entering another world.
Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere and lifestyle, the way people around me spoke was different, and it really felt like I was in a martial arts movie.
Although it is early morning, everyone is full of enthusiasm, as if they have been injected with stimulants.
Aside from accompanying relatives and friends, most of those who come here are genuine martial arts practitioners, and all of them possess a certain level of skill.
This competition requires a recommender to participate, and the requirements for recommenders are quite high; they are all people with a prominent reputation in the martial arts circle.
Chen Yang and Chen Liu were naturally recommended by Grandpa Yun, and this was the second time Grandpa Yun had recommended them.
The first two were former students of his, both of whom were soldiers. Although he didn't put in the same effort as he did with Chen Yang, he still spent some time training them.
The result was a crushing defeat.
Grandpa Yun also cares about his reputation. He is a leading figure in the martial arts world, and there are only a handful of people in the entire China who can rival his status.
Master Chanshan is one, but the seniors who organized this martial arts tournament are all slightly inferior.
So, after that, Grandpa Yun never recommended anyone to come again. Coming would only be embarrassing, what's the point?
This time, however, he was full of confidence. He was determined to win first place.
Grandpa Chen knew Chen Yang's skill level; after all, his training time was too short—only about four years, including the time spent in the micro-realm. Without using special abilities, he could probably only break into the top ten.
Those who come here are all martial arts geniuses, one in a hundred, who have been practicing martial arts for twenty or thirty years. If Chen Yang is given another two or three years, Grandpa Yun believes that Chen Yang will definitely dominate the entire scene and even defeat those two monsters.
This is already a high compliment. It's just that Chen Yang didn't start learning from a young age, so he was at a disadvantage from the start.
However, Grandpa Yun had already made up his mind. He was determined to win first place this time. The key was to use his Extreme Body as little as possible, or even not at all, while winning first place.
Chen Yang could control the other abilities, but he had no way to control the Extreme Physique.
He can't let his body become weak.
To put it bluntly, as long as Chen Yang protects his vital organs, they can attack any other part of his body.
Regardless of your skills or hidden strength, Chen Yang will accept them all without batting an eye.
But that would be too obvious; even a pig would know that Chen Yang has a problem.
Therefore, Chen Yang should use the Extreme Body Technique as little as possible, and avoid using it if possible.
The same applies to the lightness of the wind; there's no need to use it.
The two on stage had finished their fight, and another person came up to the stage and addressed the crowd.
"I come from the capital city. My family's martial arts are the Chen-style sweeping leg. I am currently a martial arts instructor at an international security company. I would like to learn from my colleagues."
Nowadays, martial artists either work as security guards or in the gym; otherwise, they simply cannot survive unless they are willing to give up their martial artist status and become office workers.
"I'll do it."
A powerful voice rang out.
A burly man stepped out from the crowd; even among a group of martial artists whose average height exceeded that of ordinary people, he stood out like a crane among chickens.
"Xiang Ba?"
A gasp rang out beside Chen Yang; it was a young man who exclaimed in surprise.
It seems that Xiang Ba was quite famous among martial artists.
However, many people do not know Xiang Ba's background, but they know he is a tough guy just by looking at his figure.
Although martial artists are stronger than ordinary people, they are not significantly stronger in terms of raw power and physical strength. The reason they can take on more than a dozen opponents is entirely due to their superior technique.
But looking at Xiang Ba's physique, you can tell that many techniques are useless against him. Moreover, the fact that Xiang Ba is here shows that he is a martial artist, not just a big, dumb guy who only knows brute force.
At least the guy on stage immediately got a headache. His sweeping leg kick was naturally at a disadvantage against a big guy like Xiang Ba. If it were just an ordinary person, even one who had trained, he would be confident of winning, but against Xiang Ba, he really wasn't very confident.
But now that things had come to this, he couldn't back down. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and bow to the other party.
"Let's begin." Xiang Ba didn't return the greeting, but said impatiently. His gaze swept over Chen Yang below the stage, revealing a sinister smile.
A middle-aged man responsible for maintaining order in the arena struck a gong to signal the start of the match.
Xiang Ba charged straight at his opponent, whose expression changed slightly as he quickly retreated.
He's faster than Xiang Ba, so he should make good use of that advantage.
However, Xiang Ba spread his arms, reducing the opponent's range of movement.
The disciple of the sweeping leg technique had a sudden inspiration. This was a great opportunity; this posture would inevitably cause the lower body to become unstable.
He swept his leg across the room, but didn't notice Xiang Ba's disdainful look.
Xiang Ba's feet sank, changing his angle, like the gnarled roots of an old tree.
After the successor of the sweeping leg technique landed the kick, his expression changed, but he didn't have time to act. Xiang Ba grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.
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