There is a pavilion on the outskirts of the conference venue.
Two men are kneeling facing each other.
Both of them were wearing black cloaks, the kind that couldn't be seen in the light, and they didn't look like good people at all.
That's right, one of them is Zhao Liangyou, Luo Wuchen's eldest disciple!
The other man, with a gloomy face, is named Ouyang Xie, and he was also a figure on the list of influential people in the last era!
“Brother Ouyang, I’ve called you here today because I hope you can lend me a hand in securing the position of president of the Martial Arts Association! I know you’ve always wanted to obtain the Toad Skill of the Southern Ancient Martial Arts. My master is about to become a saint and will be qualified to enter the treasure pavilion of the Jingwu Sect in the future. He can retrieve the poison skill for you!” Zhao Liangyou promised.
Ouyang Xie trembled with excitement. The Toad Skill was the supreme poison skill of his ancestor Ouyang Feng, which had been lost for hundreds of years.
He knew that the martial arts technique was hidden in the Jingwu Sect, but given his status, he had no right to contact people from ancient martial arts families.
But if he gets Luo Wuchen's help, he will definitely be able to obtain the Poison Technique!
He immediately assured him, "Brother Zhao, please rest assured, if there is any need for my assistance, I will certainly not refuse! However, I've heard that the martial arts alliance leader, Lin Yu, even forced the Starry Sky Immortal to self-destruct in front of him, I..."
Zhao Liangyou sneered, "Don't worry! My master has already granted me a realm. I'll leave that kid for last. You just need to help me clear away the obstacles from before!"
Ouyang Xie breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile, saying, "Then there's no problem. Although I was the fourteenth-ranked expert on the Fengyun Ranking back then, my poison skills have been perfected over the years, and I have almost no rivals on the Fengyun Ranking! Now, in the entire martial arts world, apart from the Four Heroes of Jiangnan who can restrain my poison skills, I fear no one!"
Zhao Liangyou said, "Don't worry, the Four Eccentrics of Jiangnan were all injured by that kid before, and they have a grudge against him. They won't help him. You just need to help me wear down Liu Jingwu and Chen Yannan and the others!"
Ouyang Xie nodded, "Don't worry, I will do my utmost to help Brother Zhao become the president of the Martial Arts Association!"
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Knock knock knock!
The east wind blows, and the war drums beat.
Amidst great anticipation, the Wulin Feng Tournament officially began.
Off the field, Liu Jingwu and Chen Yannan stood together.
At the fish-killing gathering, Zhang Wanghai revealed the truth: the deaths of Li Chengang and Liu Haoran were all orchestrated by the Red Dust Sect.
Now that they have been exonerated, they can participate in the Wulin Feng Tournament with peace of mind.
"Why hasn't my nephew come back yet?" Chen Yannan asked anxiously.
At the same time, she looked around, trying to find Luo Wuchen's whereabouts. She had been in seclusion for two days, preparing to fight Luo Wuchen to the death!
In addition, she hoped that Lin Yu could personally kill this great enemy and avenge her good sister Yunlan!
Liu Jingwu was also a little anxious. He hoped that Lin Yu could come back. He had thought a lot these days. Although his cultivation had improved a lot, he was still far inferior to the strongmen of the previous era. Moreover, the threats from the martial arts world in the south were increasing. With his qualifications and cultivation, he was afraid he would not be able to shoulder this great responsibility!
Amidst the anticipation and excitement of everyone, a gaunt old man slowly walked onto the stage.
Although the old man was over seventy years old, he was in high spirits. This was Wei Zhen, the former president of the Martial Arts Association!
Wei Zhen, a martial arts master, struggled to support the declining Martial Arts Association for nearly ten years, and is a respected senior figure.
However, the Martial Arts Association did not develop well under his leadership. Moreover, its reputation declined over the years due to being suppressed by Li Qingcang's Martial Alliance. Many grandmasters and experts did not even take him, the president, seriously, which was a slap in the face.
Now, he is finally free. After today, he will finally be able to hand over this hot potato.
With mixed feelings, Wei Zhen glanced at everyone and said, "Everyone, as you all know, I have been in charge of the Martial Arts Association for many years! However, I am very ashamed that I have not led the Martial Arts Association to a brighter future, but instead have allowed it to decline day by day! I feel extremely guilty towards the martial arts world and towards all of you!"
"I have no other wish than that the new president can lead the Martial Arts Association to rebuild its prestige and work together with the Martial Alliance to manage our big family of Northern Martial Arts!"
With tears welling in his eyes, Wei Zhen said, "Today is my last day in charge of the Martial Arts Association. I will stand firm in this final post and personally preside over this grand event! I'm sure everyone knows the rules of the Wulin Feng Tournament! After entering the arena, you must first sign a waiver of life and death! Once signed, the outcome will be decided solely based on victory or defeat, not life or death! Unlike traditional martial arts competitions, here, even killing someone is not considered a violation! Stepping onto this stage is a matter of life and death, so everyone must think carefully before you fight!"
"Alright, enough with the chit-chat, the first champion may come up on stage!"
After Wei Zhen finished speaking, he stepped down from the stage, leaving the arena to Wei Zhen.
A commotion broke out in the audience, with each sect watching each other closely, none of them willing to be the first to step forward.
However, there were some contestants who were confident in their skills but couldn't resist the urge to play.
Whoosh!
A man in a long black coat was the first to leap up and land steadily on the stage.
This man was in his forties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a robust build!
What's most striking are his hands, which are the size of palm fans and are a different color from his skin, much darker and covered with thick calluses!
"It's Wu Daxiong, the leader of the Iron Palm Sect!"
Some people recognized him at a glance; he was also a grandmaster and renowned figure!
Even Liu Jingwu's eyes changed slightly. "Twenty years ago, in his youth, this person had already entered the Ranking of Heroes, a genius-level expert! For the past twenty years, he has kept a low profile, probably secretly cultivating! Now that he has emerged from seclusion, he has probably already achieved great success and reached the pinnacle of skill!"
Liu Jingwu couldn't help but sigh.
Chen Yannan, standing to the side, curled her lip in disdain, "What's so special about this talent? In our time, it was as common as hairs on a cow, not even a fraction of what my nephew Lin Yu has!"
Liu Jingwu was speechless for a moment.
You, the strongest of the previous era, were all top figures of your time, but Teacher Lin is an even more extraordinary genius of this era!
How can you even compare them?
Liu Jingwu inwardly grumbled, then shook his head with a wry smile.
Bang!
Just then, a muffled sound came from the arena.
It turned out that Wu Daxiong had slammed his palm onto the concrete arena, leaving a deep handprint on it.
A collective gasp filled the room. Good grief, was this a show of force?
Wu Daxiong, however, looked down on everyone and said arrogantly, "I can't read, but this handprint is my life-or-death contract! I'll defend this first round. Who dares to challenge me?"
The roar was like thunder, radiating throughout the entire arena! Some with shallow cultivation were almost shaken to the point of vomiting blood.
However, at this moment, another figure appeared, kicking through the air and flying towards the arena!
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