— Morning —
The Martial Exchange official tournant round had begun, and Wei Chen had already started the broadcast early in the morning.
In the early morning, there was nothing fancy. It was just the registration of the participants’ nas and the monikers they would use, similar to stage nas.
On this day, many flying arks from famous sects had arrived, including the Sacred Fla Valley, Heaven Spire Sanctuary, and the Azure Sky Conglorate. Even though the latter was a conglorate, as one of the main sponsors of this event, it was granted slots for its own people.
All in all, those who ca were all from the righteous path, and none of the factions that arrived belonged to the demonic path.
Wei Chen floated above the stadium, watching the hustle and bustle below. Since today was the official tournant, the venue had prepared two comntators to excite the audience.
This was also good for Wei Chen, as he was not skilled at sports comntary and was not as knowledgeable as the professional tournant comntators of this world.
He would control the cara orb to broadcast alongside the comntators, following their narration, and helped audiences who were not present see the full picture of the tournant while capturing exciting monts.
The event unfolded as the random matching began. The results of the matching were half fixed. The fixed part applied to the early stage, where the matching deliberately arranged contenders from both provinces to fight against each other.
This was in line with the purpose of the tournant, since it was called the Martial Exchange, which ant the exchange of martial prowess between provinces.
After half an hour, all the matchings were completed, and the nas of the participants along with the aliases they chose to use were displayed on the large spirit screen in the stadium.
The tournant began. The first few matches were not very exciting, as the contenders were not the aces of the tournant like Yun Feng or Zhang Tianlong. They were only second rate participants, present mainly to fill the numbers.
They lost quickly and were escorted off the stage soon after their defeat.
At this ti, Wei Chen’s eyes narrowed as his mind drifted to the warning from yesterday. Most of the people who lost had not even put up a fight. At this rate, the matches might end before the event was over.
Wei Chen had already caught sight of four contenders who lost quickly and had already retreated from the tournant. They were from the Heaven Spire Sanctuary and the Gu Clan of the Azure River Province. On the other side, the Murong Clan and the Sacred Fla Valley had both lost their participants.
Now, it was Yun Feng’s turn to step onto the stage to fight against a challenger from the other side. That opponent was soone from the Sacred Fla Valley, the second participants of their sect.
As the disciple of the Sacred Fla Valley stepped onto the stage, one of the comntators spoke.
"Here we go, the fourth round of the tournant today! I never thought that so many big nas would lose on the first day of the tournant. This Martial Exchange has been very unexpected!"
"That’s right! This ti is full of surprises, but we still need to see it through to the end to find out whether this year will truly produce a dark horse as the champion!" the other comntator added.
"As you say, Mr. Li. This round also has a cultivator who might beco a dark horse." The comntator paused, waiting.
Right on cue, Yun Feng walked out from the rest area toward the stage. As he stepped onto the platform, the comntator announced loudly.
"This round’s challenger, I present to you, Yun Feng, the Edgelord!"
"Cough, cough, COUGH, cough!" Wei Chen, who was munching on a barbecue drumstick, choked as a piece of at went down the wrong way. He even had to spit so of it out through his nose.
"What the hell?" he blurted out after clearing his throat with a gulp of water from his waterskin.
He stared at Yun Feng with the sa expression one would have when seeing a macho man dressed in a ballet leotard. It was that ridiculous.
What the hell, man? You do not need to declare it to the whole world like that. I already know what you are, alright? Wei Chen thought.
Contrary to Wei Chen’s thoughts, the announcent caused cheers to erupt. Yun Feng had already gained a number of fans due to his performance in the qualification round yesterday.
"Edgelord! Edgelord! Edgelord! Edgelord! Edgelord!"
Hearing the cheers, Wei Chen felt his worldview being challenged by the norms of this world. Could it be that he was the only one who found the na Edgelord ridiculous here? It should’t be... right?
While Wei Chen was questioning his own worldview, Yun Feng stopped on the stage opposite his challenger. The disciple from the Sacred Fla Valley eyed him calmly, without a smirk, pride, or the usual look of disdain commonly seen among disciples from major sects.
Instead, he let out a tired sigh, as if he did not even want to be here.
"Let’s make it quick, shall we?" said the Sacred Fla Valley disciple.
Hearing this, Yun Feng felt anger rise within him. "Are you looking down on ?"
The Sacred Fla Valley disciple smirked, but said nothing.
The referee on the stage looked at the two of them, then raised his hand to signal for them to get ready. "The fight begins!"
With the referee’s declaration, Yun Feng rushed toward the Sacred Fla Valley disciple. His attack was sharp and precise, but the Sacred Fla disciple avoided it. Before he could react, a second strike followed imdiately.
It was a vertical slash that cleverly linked with the first strike. Dodging the first attack would lead straight into the second, guaranteeing a hit.
But the Sacred Fla Valley disciple showed no alarm. He simply raised his hand to block.
Seeing this, Yun Feng quickly prepared a follow up in his mind. It seed he would need to put more strength into the strike.
Boom!
Before anyone could react, the attack struck squarely against the Sacred Fla disciple’s guard. His body was sent flying out of bounds, landing outside the stage.
"Out of bounds! Yun Feng, the Edgelord, wins!" The referee’s voice echoed through the arena.
Most of the audience was stunned, as the result was beyond their comprehension. So cursed loudly after losing their bets on the Sacred Fla Valley disciple.
"What?" Yun Feng himself was stunned. He never imagined the match would end like this.
The Sacred Fla Valley disciple smirked at Yun Feng before walking back to his side.
Wei Chen narrowed his eyes as he witnessed the incident. The Sacred Fla Valley was not even trying to hide it anymore. They had blatantly thrown the match without caring about appearances.
It seed that what Xin Hao told him was true.
Wei Chen took out his U Phone and decided to warn Mo Xingyao. After a few rings, Mo Xingyao picked up the call.
"Yes? Aren’t you in the middle of the broadcast? Do you need sothing?" Mo Xingyao’s voice ca from the other side. Wei Chen frowned. It might have been his imagination, but he thought he heard a trace of happiness in her tone.
h. It was probably just his imagination.
"Yaoyao, listen to . I have a warning for you." Wei Chen then began telling Mo Xingyao everything Xin Hao had told him.
....
Under the green canopy of the forest, the ground was rife with dead leaves, grass, and moss covered logs. The fragrance of freshly fallen rain and the sound of a light waterfall in the distance revitalized the fatigued, rain soaked body of the Wolf King, before it violently shook the water off.
It was the morning of the second day since Max had begun following that scent. Now, its sensitive nose caught the familiar yet distant fragrance once again.
The fragrance of the heavenly tasting drumstick clung to its tongue like a curse, a curse that it did not want to be separated from.
Max sniffed the air and slowly followed the trail of that fragrance toward its source.
The journey was not long, only one human day at Max’s full speed, and it soon arrived at a large human structure.
Max’s eyes glinted and its mouth drooled as it thought of the heavenly fragrance, the heavenly taste it missed and craved. It sensed many human life signals within this colossal structure. Lots and lots of humans.
Looking at the colossal stadium in front of it, Max could not help but think that this human structure must be a new type of thing called a human town. No, with this many humans, it must be a human city.
With so many humans, this structure must have many human chefs. No wonder it could sll that heavenly fragrance.
With this in mind, Max wagged its tail and skipped happily toward the stadium, the structure that contained dreams and hope, the hope of the heavenly drumstick.
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