C9 (1/2)
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the sky was clear and the sun was high in the sky. It was a rare good weather.
The three-year Martial Competition of Qingping Town had finally begun.
Almost all the cultivators in and around the town had moved out. They gathered in the open air square in the west of the town. There were also many people from the neighboring towns within a radius of two hundred miles who rushed over to see what was going on.
Every Martial Competition was a grand occasion for Qingping Town. The entire town was in a state of uproar. There were at least ten thousand people gathered in the huge square. The streets and alleys that were usually bustling with noise and excitement were filled with people.
Not only was the square overcrowded, even the houses, trees, and walls surrounding the square were filled with people. There were even more people who were unable to squeeze closer, and could only wait and watch from the periphery.
In the center of the square, there was a nearly ten meters tall, two zhang wide square battle stage, which was entirely made of green hill stones, which gave off a slight cool feeling under the scorching sun.
The four participating factions were at the very front of the platform. The disciples of the main martial arts school led by Iron-Blood were lined up in their own areas. Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement.
Qingshu naturally followed along. At this moment, she was timidly standing in front of Iron Wolf, whispering something to him. He looked just like a young wife who was worried about her husband.
On the east side of the battle stage, there was an ancient luxurious pavilion, and there was a trace of majesty within the luxurious pavilion. The pavilion was naturally the best place to watch the Martial Competition. One could clearly see the entire battle stage and even the entire plaza. Even though the square was crowded and full of people, there was not a single person within thirty meters of the pavilion.
Those who were able to enter the pavilion were all extraordinary figures. Ordinary people were not allowed to get too close to it. Everyone knew that apart from the representatives of the three major powers of Qingping Town, the Jin City sect was also one of them. No one else was allowed to go up.
The patriarchs of the Leng and Li Families were both powerful warriors at the peak of the Genuine Force. Feng Zhixiong, on the other hand, had already broken through to the Spiritual Martial Force. He was stronger than these two. Every time someone from the Jin Cheng Sect came, they would always be above the Spirit realm.
According to tradition, there would be four groups of participants participating in each Martial Competition. Other than the Leng, Li, and Datong Martial Arts School, which were the three most powerful families in Qingping Town, there was also a special team made up of the young disciples of the ordinary families.
This special team was selected by the Eight Treasures Pavilion in the town.
Although the Eight Treasures Pavilion was only a merchant guild, no one dared to offend them. The reason for this was that this Eight Treasures Pavilion had an extremely great background. In the entire Wulong Dynasty, there were at least a few thousand sub-schools, and their wealth was comparable to that of an entire country. Naturally, their power was enormous. Qingping Town was just a small branch of theirs.
Half a month ago, the Eight Treasures Pavilion had gone through layers and layers of selections among the young disciples that signed up for the competition. In the end, the three strongest participants formed a martial competition team to compete against the three great forces.
In the past, in the martial competition, there had been cases where young disciples of ordinary families had been chosen by the Jin City because their performances were outstanding or because they had extremely strong cultivation potential. From then on, they would be like carp jumping over a dragon gate and changing their fates in one fell swoop. As a result, it also attracted more and more disciples from the civilian population to participate. Their qualities and abilities were higher and higher each time.
Although this was his first time participating in the martial arts competition, Tie Lang was still very relaxed. He gently patted Qing Shu's little head and said with a slight smile, ”Rest assured! I can take care of these guys with one hand! ”Hee hee …”
”Hm!” I believe that Brother Ironwolf is the strongest! ” Qing Shu vigorously nodded her head, her expression extremely serious.
”Hmm?” Tie Lang's senses were always sharp, but at this time, he suddenly felt an uncomfortable sensation from behind him. He couldn't help but turn his head to see Leng Yu standing in the middle of the Leng Clan camp, glaring at him with resentment.
Iron Wolf did not say anything. His attitude was extremely contemptuous. He extended his hand and made a horizontal slashing motion under his neck, no longer paying any attention to his opponent.
Leng Yu was so angry that her face turned cold, and she snorted coldly at Tie Lang. In his heart, however, he thought to himself: ”I'll let you be arrogant for a moment. Hehe, when the time comes, I must make you kneel in front of me and beg for forgiveness! Iron Wolf? I will turn you into a dead wolf later! ”
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a white-haired, white-bearded old man dressed in luxurious clothing slowly walked up the bluestone staircase to the dueling platform — it was the Eight Treasures Pavilion's Manager Long. This time's martial competition would still be hosted by the Eight Treasures Palace.
”Everyone, please be quiet!” Manager Long's voice wasn't too loud, but it was filled with an extremely strong aura that immediately subdued the ten thousand people below the stage.
Everyone cast their gazes towards the stage, waiting for Manager Long to announce the start of the match.