After stepping down from the ring, the martial arts enthusiasts watching the match around Ling Chen ca forward one after another to greet him with cupped fists, offering their congratulations. Ling Chen returned the gesture to each of them, maintaining a polite smile on his face.
"Ling!" At this mont, Tang Shiyun squeezed out from the crowd, ran over, and leapt into Ling Chen’s arms, laughing joyfully, "You’re amazing! I knew you wouldn’t let down, Ling!"
Feeling the suggestive glances from those around them, Ling Chen touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, and quickly pulled Tang Shiyun away from the ring.
"Ling, aren’t you continuing?" Tang Shiyun asked curiously, "You only need to win two more rounds to advance easily."
Ling Chen shook his head and said, "Forget it! I have no interest in such competitions, besides, I have other responsibilities and no ti to engage in matches." With that, Ling Chen pointed to a spot not far away and said, "There’s an acrobatics show over there, let’s go have a look."
Although it’s a Martial Arts Tournant, besides the official matches, there are many other performances like tea ceremonies, acrobatics, and weaponry appreciation. The organizers arranged these activities mainly to prevent the audience from losing interest due to monotonous martial arts duels.
Among these activities, the most lively is the storyteller. The storyteller was specially invited by the organizers, dressed in a long gown, standing on a small round stage, with a portable microphone, narrating the events and history of martial arts over the centuries. The reason for arranging this project is to provide the audience attending the Martial Arts Tournant with more insights into martial arts. Often, only when you have a deeper understanding can you develop a strong interest.
At this mont, the storyteller was surrounded by a crowd of spectators, around thousands of people, all listening intently, as if entranced.
"A few hundred years ago, a top-ranked power rose in the martial arts world, the Heavenly chanism Pavilion, founded by Su Cheng’en. Ever since the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was established, the conflicts in the entire martial arts world gradually cald. To thank the Heavenly chanism Pavilion for their contributions, all martial artists regarded the Heavenly chanism Pavilion as the leader of the martial arts world. From then on, the Heavenly chanism Pavilion maintained an aloof position, upholding order in the martial arts world, and hosting justice for everyone..."
Listening to the storyteller, Ling Chen couldn’t help but touch his nose. Was this guy specially invited by the Heavenly chanism Pavilion? Why is he only saying good things about the Heavenly chanism Pavilion? Judging by his words, it seems like he’s trying to depict the Heavenly chanism Pavilion as a powerful force full of positive energy.
"Co on girl, let’s get out of here, this is boring." Ling Chen said. The Heavenly chanism Pavilion playing little tricks is understandable, but this kind of talk only deceives the audience; as for him, he sowhat despises this behavior.
"Ling, where are we going?" Tang Shiyun didn’t mind whether to listen or not, as long as she could be with Ling Chen, she’d be happy anywhere.
"Shiyun." At this mont, Xu Hong, who was following behind, spoke up, "I have a few friends over there, you guys go ahead and have fun, I’ll catch up with you later."
"Okay, Sister Hong."
Watching Xu Hong leave, Ling Chen couldn’t help but smile. Xu Hong didn’t really have friends here, just found an excuse to let the two of them spend ti alone. Without Xu Hong around, Tang Shiyun seed much more relaxed, intimately holding onto Ling Chen’s arm, like a sweet couple.
After wandering around the venue for a while, Ling Chen was about to take Tang Shiyun to get sothing to eat when he received a call from Chen Junfeng.
"Hello! Sir Chen, what’s the matter?"
"The head of the Dark Pavilion just contacted Guo Hong again, asking about the progress of the task."
"Did you track his signal?" Ling Chen asked. He had anticipated that the head would contact Guo Hong, so he had prepared in advance. As soon as that person called, they would imdiately track the other party’s cell signal to pinpoint their location.
"No, the other party used anti-tracking technology, and our technicians couldn’t lock onto his signal." After a pause, Chen Junfeng continued, "That guy gave Guo Hong the final instructions; if the task is not completed within two hours, he will send soone else as a substitute."
"That ans if there’s danger, it will also be in two hours. Alright, I got it. I’ll notify Elder Tong and Master Su later, and let them be cautious." Finished speaking, Ling Chen hung up the phone and turned to Tang Shiyun beside him and said, "Girl, I have so matters to attend to, I’m afraid I can’t accompany you. How about you wander around with Sister Hong, and after I’m done, we’ll have dinner together tonight, how does that sound?"
Upon hearing this, although slightly disappointed, Tang Shiyun still smiled and nodded, "Ling, since you have things to do, go ahead, don’t worry about ."
Not long after, Ling Chen tracked down Xu Hong with Tang Shiyun and called Jiang Yunkai to arrange for soone to ensure the safety of the two won. Tang Shiyun is now a nationwide superstar singer; if people find out she’s here, it would cause quite a stir. So, to be safe, it’s more reassuring to have a few people for close protection.
Returning to the rest area, Ling Chen went straight to the room where Guo Hong, Li Haibin, and Wang Dong were.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Wang Dong lying on the bed, his body trembling slightly, with Chen Junfeng and the others around him holding a cup of water, seemingly trying to get Wang Dong to drink it. But Wang Dong had his teeth clenched tight, nothing could be fed into his mouth. Seeing his pale, bloodless face, Ling Chen’s heart sank, and he asked, "What’s going on?"
Li Haibin, standing by the side, spoke up, "He’s poisoned. He took the antidote a day earlier than us. If we can’t get the antidote within two hours, he’ll certainly die. The head knows this well, that’s why we have ti limits."
"I... I... don’t... want... to die..." Wang Dong pleaded with his eyes, struggling to utter a few words. Seeing his painful appearance, Ling Chen sighed secretly, not knowing what to do.
Ling Gengqiu already said, apart from the person who concocted the poison, no one else can create the antidote. So, nobody can save Wang Dong’s life; they can only watch him suffer and then slowly die.
While pondering, Ling Chen suddenly thought of a question, glanced at Guo Hong beside him, and asked, "How does the head usually get you the antidote?"
"A designated person would contact us and then direct to a specific location to pick it up. After I get the antidote, I distribute it to the others."
"So, the person with the antidote is in Beijing? Or maybe... they’re already inside the venue."
Guo Hong nodded, "It’s possible. But with so many spectators at the venue, how do we find that person?"
Ling Chen thought for a mont, then asked, "When you go to pick up the antidote, is it always the sa person handing it to you?"
"Yes."
"Then you must know what they look like, co with !" With that, Ling Chen took Guo Hong straight to the command center.
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