"As long as they are from Daxuan, as long as they are martial artists, as long as they are not morally corrupt, they can naturally participate..." Ming Yu replied loudly.
"Then I’ll participate," a small man stepped out from the crowd.
"I’ll join too."
"Count in..."
In the blink of an eye, a dozen people stood up, including leaders from various sects.
Fa Qingyang, Xiu Yunzheng, and the Wan brothers all participated as well.
The rules of the Martial Arts Tournant require participants to draw lots into two teams. Those who draw the sa number will fight; the winners advance, and the winners continue with two-person matches. Typically, two rounds are completed on the first day, and newcors can join at any ti.
The number of participants determines how long the Martial Arts Tournant lasts. Ultimately, the final victor will face the current Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, and winning that duel is required to claim the top position in Wulin.
Tang Kun did not participate.
Tang Wanqian also remained still.
The lot drawing was over, and the duels on the arena had begun. The clattering of weapons made for a lively scene.
Most of those who signed up had so level of skill, all with first-rate martial arts, making the fights quite spectacular. There were fierce styles, gentle ones, fast, and steady... In short, the charm of the Martial Arts Tournant is in showcasing the masters of various sects, offering a display of the martial arts’ finest techniques.
Of course, you might even learn a thing or two.
"Nowadays, the younger generation of martial artists is just not what it used to be." Nian Qianqian sat in her chair, watching the fights and sighed.
"Indeed, so throw punches as slow as a crawling turtle. Who can they defeat like that?" Dao Xuzi also shook his head.
Tang Wanqian did not join in the criticism, instead sitting there with a solemn face. As for Ming Guang, he seed even more bored, leaning back in his chair as if falling asleep.
"Xinxin, are you tired?" Gu Qingheng held Yang Ruxin’s hand all along, "If you’re tired, there’s an inn on Sky Street where you can rest."
Yang Ruxin shook her head, "Not tired."
"Sister, brother-in-law, aren’t you going to join in the fun?" Yu Qingge said excitedly, "I don’t think these people’s skills are any good."
"Your brother-in-law is an official of the Imperial Court," Yang Ruxin smiled and glanced at Yu Qingge, "How could he get involved in Wulin matters?"
Yu Qingge sighed in disappointnt.
anwhile, those who won on stage erged in succession. Just past noon, the results were out: Fa Qingyang and Xiu Yunzheng both won, as did Wan Quan, but Wan Yi was eliminated.
Then it was ti for the second round of drawing lots and another series of matches began swiftly.
As for als and breaks, people had to take care of themselves.
Eating and drinking at Mount Tai’s summit is considerably troubleso; it can’t just be bought with Silver.
"Xinxin, I’m hungry," Dao Xuzi moaned, clutching his belly.
"Gu Qiao," Yang Ruxin had co prepared, having earlier instructed Gu Qiao and others to carry large bundles filled with food and drinks.
Dao Xuzi imdiately smacked his lips and ca over.
Yang Ruxin began pulling things out from four of the bundles: first a roasted chicken, then two stead buns, making those around smack their lips.
A tantalizing aroma started to perate the entire summit of Mount Tai.
People’s stomachs around them began rumbling impatiently too.
"Oh, it slls so good," just then, a shadow jumped over from nowhere, "Xinxin, I want so roast chicken too..."
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