Outside the city gate, there were hundreds of Dragon Horses standing tall and upright. Outside were cavalry guards dressed in silver armor, and inside were more than ten arrogant young men dressed in luxurious clothes. They should be the young geniuses who were participating in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament.
When Tang Yong and Little Wuzi arrived, there were already many people around. The people and merchants of Anyang City had even alarmed the officials of the Han Tang. Even some of the first and second rank officials of the imperial court had rushed over.
"Is there such a big scene?" Tang Yong thought to himself when he saw the scene in front of him. 'The people of the Han and Tang Empires are really interested in this competition.'
The arrival of Little Wuzi and Tang Yong immediately attracted the attention of many people. Just half a month ago, Tang Yong was still walking around the streets as the new champion of the Martial Arts Tournament. The surrounding onlookers naturally recognized him and knew that he was there to participate in the martial arts tournament. The crowd spontaneously made way for him to pass.
The Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament was a competition between the young geniuses of various countries, but it was also a competition between the strength of each country. This was a world where the strong were respected. If a country didn't have a few Martial King experts to suppress it, even the demon kings and demon generals in the mountains and forests would probably come out to get a share of the pie, let alone the surrounding countries.
Over the years, the situation in the Han Tang had been very grim. The veteran Martial King experts, such as the ancestor of the Han Tang, Marquis Shenwu, were already hundreds of years old and would pass away at any time. Among the middle-aged generation, there was a terrifying gap in strength. Although there was no lack of Martial Spirit experts in the country, none of them had successfully advanced to the Martial King realm.
In addition, the Han and Tang Empires had suffered repeated losses in foreign wars in recent years. Recently, they had been oppressed by several neighboring countries. Now, the entire Han Tang was in a very low state and they urgently needed some victory to break the current deadlock.
The Ten Nations Martial Dao Meet was a very good opportunity to do so.
Hence, it was not an exaggeration to say that the Martial Arts Tournament this time was the focus of everyone's attention.
"Champion!
Come on!
This time, you must be the champion of the Ten Nations! "
"Champion, my daughter is only 16 years old this year!
If you bring glory to our Han Tang, I'll marry my daughter to you! "
"Wu Dalang, you're not being kind. You want to marry that pockmarked daughter of yours to the top scholar? I wouldn't want her even if you offered her to me!"
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The small commotion in the crowd immediately attracted the attention of the group of well-dressed youths. Their expressions were sharp as they stared at the incoming Tang Yong duo. Their gazes became faint and disdainful.
A fellow who had not even reached the Martial Master rank actually had the nerve to call himself the champion of the Martial Roll. This was simply a disgrace to the Martial Roll!
The youths who could participate in the Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament were all Han Tang geniuses, and among them, there were even two former champions of the Martial Arts Roll. Without exception, these people were all Martial Masters, and even the weakest among them, Han Xuefei, was a first-tier Martial Master. Hence, these geniuses and elites naturally didn't fancy Tang Yong.
However, this fellow who they didn't fancy actually received louder cheers than all of them combined, which immediately caused some people to be displeased.
Among the well-dressed youths, a dark-skinned, skinny, and snake-like eyes glanced at Tang Yong indifferently and said with a sneer, "I thought the champion of this year's Martial Roll would be some powerful figure, but after seeing it today, he's just so-so!"
The youth's voice was sharp and penetrating. As soon as he said that, the noisy crowd around him suddenly fell into a strange silence.
At this moment, a voice echoed from the center of the crowd. "Not only is his strength mediocre, but he's also quite arrogant. He's really thick-skinned to make so many people wait!"
The onlookers were instantly attracted by the voice and immediately looked towards the center of the crowd, only to see a young man of about 16 years old walking out of the crowd and standing behind the dark-skinned youth. The young man was tall and skinny, and his face was handsome. He was dressed like an ordinary scholar, but there was an unconcealable sharpness in his eyes.
At this moment, the two of them echoed each other and belittled Tang Yong's strength while secretly mocking him for being arrogant.
The crowd of onlookers glanced at the two youths curiously. Some people recognized that the dark-skinned youth was the previous champion of the Martial Roll, Jiang Mu!
The younger one was his younger brother, Jiang Liu!
The two brothers were both Martial Masters and had quite a reputation in the Han and Tang Dynasties.
The crowd glanced excitedly between Tang Yong and the two youths. The new and old champions of the Martial Roll were fighting in public!
That was a once-in-a-lifetime scene!
What should they do? Whose side should they stand on?
Although Tang Yong had defeated Han Xuefei to become the new champion, in front of the old champions, his cultivation was not enough!
After all, both of them were Martial Masters. As a Martial Warrior, it was impossible for him to defeat them.
Among the group of geniuses and elites, the Third Prince and Tang Xuefei frowned at the same time when they heard the words mocking Tang Yong. A bad premonition arose in their hearts.
As expected.
When Tang Yong saw the two of them mocking him, not only did he not get angry, but his eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth curled up. His face was filled with excitement.
He looked at the two people in front of him and said with a sneer, "Although my skin is thick, compared to yours, it's still considered thin!"
When the two of them mocked Tang Yong for being thick-skinned, Tang Yong returned the insult. When the younger Jiang Liu saw Tang Yong return the insult, he was so angry that his eyes widened. He scolded, "Tang Yong!
What fart are you talking about! "
Tang Yong laughed and said, "Fart your fart. Whose fart is more novel than yours? People fart with their buttocks, you fart with your mouth!"
"You … You!"
Jiang Liu was choked by Tang Yong's words. His eyes widened and he could not say a word for a long time.
In the past, Jiang Liu relied on his noble status and amazing talent to mock those whose status and cultivation were not as good as his.
The people who were mocked did not even dare to talk back. However, he did not expect that today he would meet a tough guy who not only dared to talk back to him.
He also had a sharp tongue and made him speechless.
At this time, Jiang Liu's mind was blank with anger.
The mocking laughter of the surrounding people became ear-piercing in his eyes, as if they were all laughing at him.
"Ding! From Jiang Liu's distress + 677 …"
"Ding! From Jiang Mu's distress + 311 …"
When he heard the prompt from the system mailbox, Tang Yong's face suddenly showed a satisfied smile. Not bad, not bad. As expected of the Han Tang elite, he provided more distress than others!
In the eyes of Jiang Mu and Jiang Liu, Tang Yong's smile was undoubtedly a symbol of a villain who had achieved success. The younger Jiang Liu could not bear it and jumped off the Longma, pouncing on Tang Yong.