"There are rules there that say participants in the fight cannot obstruct each other."
"Besides, how dare someone as weak as you speak to me in such a tone?"
"As the weak, you should show proper respect to the strong!"
They brutally pressed the person's body to the ground, using it as a hammer, striking again and again, showing no mercy or leniency, treating the other person like trash, like a cockroach or frog.
A voice finally appeared beside Daochengyi when bones were torn apart, internal organs were crushed, and heads and faces were squeezed into a blur.
"Leave a way out, leave a way out, young man, why be so hot-tempered?"
As the wind chimes rang, an old man blocked Dao Chengyi's movements. Looking at the other man, Dao Chengyi naturally let go of his hand.
"So, what are you going to do with me?"
"No action, no action. After all, there's no rule that says this is against the rules. Besides, judging from your behavior just now, I'm afraid you'll break my bones."
"It doesn't matter if the weak are involved, but ultimately we can't take action against all of them."
The old man did not object to Tao Chengyi's actions; on the contrary, his eyes held appreciation and a sense of nostalgia.
"Ah, then I understand."
Dao Chengyi looked at the others hiding in the corner, smiled, then bowed and left. In the following hours, walls shattered one after another, accompanied by screams and wails.
As the deadline approached, the fighting scenes of Qingmangdou remained fragmented, with far fewer participants than half of those in the past.
The elders of the Mighty Bull Demon Sect, along with the magistrate, captain, and county magistrate of Qingmang City, as well as the heads of the three major families, sat in the open-doored room, watching the silver clock that kept time slowly fall.
The time was approaching, but apart from the top players from each family who could get close, there were very few people outside.
An accident occurred, or something else?
No one spoke, but the way they looked at each other conveyed a sense of dread about how ruthless they had been this year.
Outside, the participants were also somewhat agitated, simply because they had not seen any of their former rivals.
Among the leaders of the three major families and the martial arts school of the northern city gang, all looked toward the obviously vacant leadership position of the Mu family, but the person there did not come.
Is it a case of being overrated? Or was it a case of being sabotaged? The crowd was abuzz with discussion, feeling that this year's Qingmang Battle was particularly eerie.
Time passed second by second, and the second young lady, who had been waiting in the Mu family's group in a thick coat, finally couldn't sit still any longer.
"I went to look for Brother Cheng, but he hasn't arrived yet. Something must have happened to him!"
Mu Qingluo got up to leave, but was stopped by the third young master, Mu Qingyuan.
"Don't worry, that kid will be fine. He was probably just playing around on the way. He'll be here soon."
At this moment, Mu Qingyuan, who was looking at the Record of the Goddess, was not nervous at all; on the contrary, he was quite interested.
"Are you a fortune teller or a strategist? Look! Look! All you do is read these erotic novels! If something goes wrong, it'll be too late!"
Mu Qingluo snatched the novel, rolled it up, and patted her younger brother's head.
"Qingyuan knows what he's doing, Second Sister, don't worry. With the Third Elder watching over things, nothing will happen. But... Fuqing, why don't you go and see where he is?"
Young Master Mu Qingkong sipped his tea and gave instructions to Yin Liujiao behind him. The latter's expression changed, but she still accepted them. However, at this moment, the senior brother of Fushan Martial Arts School came out.
"I'll go. I can help if anything happens."
"Master, is everything alright?"
Among the group, some were worried, some were confident, and Mou Dingshan was the confident type.
"The bag is no problem, but Shuqing, you can go if you want. Anyway, I'm pretty bored right now, and I don't have anyone to have tea with."
The other disciples twitched their lips, looked away, and refused to speak. Drinking this tea was truly like eating shit.
Just as Qi Shuqing was about to leave, a person slowly ran over from the rain and snow. The person moved swiftly as if being chased by a ferocious beast. Their clothes were in disarray, and they shouted loudly as they ran over.
"Help! Help me! There's a monster! There's a monster!"
His voice grew closer, but just as he was about to pass through the door, some observant people looked away from him and instead looked at the top of his head or behind him.
A young man dressed in dark blue martial arts attire, with long hair flowing down his shoulders, walked through the snow. After only a few steps, he landed behind the person who had called for help.
With a heavy stomp, like a giant boulder crashing down, the ground instantly cracked and caved in, and the accumulated snow fell again with the wind, forming white flowers.
In the center, the man also collapsed, paralyzed on one side, his outstretched hand falling limply, the blood spilling from his body staining half the ground red.
"There's no need to wait for the others; they can't come."
"I'm the last one!"
He walked in so brazenly, showing no regard for the law and being arrogant and domineering. But just as he did, he walked in with unwavering pride and unyielding spirit, possessing strength that could not be ignored.
"Thump!"
At the very moment Daocheng stepped inside, the bell rang, and the people sitting inside came out together.
"The time has come! Those who are not present are disqualified! Those who are present have passed the preliminary test! The Azure Dragon Battle officially begins!"
Dao Chengyi stood alone at the doorway, facing the person who came out of the house. They could see the young man bathing in snow, and the young man looked at them, who were at the highest point of the green forest, with equal respect.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
