That guy called Cheng Mingyuan had a smug look on his face ever since he got on the stage.
"Tell me, do you want me to do it, or do you want to get off the stage yourself?" Cheng Mingyuan asked casually, as if he was a peerless master.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Among the participants, this guy was at the bottom. It would be difficult for him to fight against a normal HuaJin master. I wondered where he got his confidence from.
Speaking of which, there were a total of twenty-four participants, and only a dozen of them were on the provincial list. So, there were a few who were on the list but didn't participate. Maybe they had their own reasons.
After all, everyone had different goals. Like Cheng Mingyuan, he would be happy if he could advance to the next one or two rounds, while others had their eyes on the top three.
It was understandable that the geniuses didn't want to participate before their strength reached their expectations.
"I don't know where your confidence comes from. You want me to get off the stage before we fight? Why are you so arrogant?" I said indifferently.
"Uh …" Cheng Mingyuan didn't expect my sarcasm.
"Little brat, I'm only advising you for your own good. Sigh, I originally wanted to preserve my strength for the next round of challenges, but you're acting so arrogant. Don't blame me then." Cheng Mingyuan's eyes were filled with disdain.
"Take this!" He shouted and charged at me like a cheetah baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
I squinted my eyes and waited for the right time. I raised my hand and punched.
"Bang." A dull sound was heard, followed by a painful groan.
Cheng Mingyuan's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and then he fell heavily on the ground.
Actually, this guy's strength wasn't bad. He was slightly weaker than Luo Tao, but he underestimated me. It seemed that he was going to preserve his strength. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem for him to fight with me for ten rounds.
But now, it was decided in one round!
Come to think of it, the entire process of our confrontation was no more than three seconds. It was not even as long as the few sentences we exchanged earlier.
"Hey." The bustling place suddenly quieted down.
Before this, they were still fervently discussing which of the twelve arenas would determine the victor the fastest.
Actually, there was also a portion of people who guessed that it was Number 6, but in their opinion, it should be Cheng Mingyuan punishing me. But now, everything happened so suddenly.
"Junior Brother Cheng must have underestimated his opponent!" The Great Star Hall disciples couldn't help but sigh.
"Idiot, there's no such thing as a pushover amongst the participants!"
"F * ck his chrysanthemum, what a waste of a spot. If I had known earlier, I would have gone up. Anyway, I would have been beaten up by him. I can go up too!"
"Guowei Martial Arts Hall, Zhuang Feng won and won 100 honor points for the martial arts hall!" Soon, the announcement sounded in the venue.
Since the first round ended too quickly, I went to the resting area. After the first round, many people's gazes focused on me.
While I was waiting, I took a look at the situation of the other arenas.
Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder, startling me. I turned around and saw a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He had a friendly smile on his face. F * ck! Although most of my attention was on the arena, I still kept an eye out for him. This bastard actually managed to approach me without me noticing.
"An expert!"
I was secretly shocked and instinctively became vigilant. It was because there were so many big shots in Gyeongbu Hall that I let go of my guard. There shouldn't be any assassins. This was a very small detail, but it could determine my life.
"You are?" I asked with a frown.
"Hehe, little brother Zhuang Feng, did I scare you?
Let me introduce myself. I am Song Wenxuan, a former disciple of Guowei Martial Arts Hall, "he said with a wink.
"Uh, former?
So, you've joined another martial arts hall now? "I was slightly puzzled. I couldn't help but feel conflicted towards this kind of person.
"No, no, no. Don't get me wrong. Although all the big martial arts clubs are trying to recruit me, I'm not a fence-sitter. Sigh, I want to go back to the Might Martial Club, but my master is a stickler for rules and doesn't give me a chance. I'm looking for you because I want to tell you what you need to pay attention to when facing those ruthless people. Because I have participated in two consecutive dojo challenges, I still have an advantage in this aspect. But then again, I've misjudged you. If I had known earlier, I would have thrown 10 million yuan." Song Wenxuan sighed. As the saying went, it was only once in a blue moon.
He was really surprised. In terms of inner strength, he didn't even submit to Big Senior Brother Yang Zecheng. He only admired Grandmaster Chen. However, only now did Song Wenxuan realize that he couldn't see through me. As an unparalleled genius on the national ranking, he had absolute confidence.
Of course, although he was a free man now, when it was time to contribute, Song Wenxuan would not hesitate.
I was a little skeptical about his words and subconsciously glanced at Grandmaster Chen. Although we were dozens of meters apart, he nodded slightly and gave me an affirmative look. Only then did I feel relieved.
Song Wenxuan also saw the scene and was slightly pleased. In some cases, he was indeed the one at fault. It was understandable that Grandmaster Chen followed the rules of the martial arts club. However, he didn't want to be perfect, he only wanted to have a clear conscience.
Although it was only a few seconds of confrontation, Song Wenxuan already felt that my potential might be even more unfathomable than Yang Zecheng's!
This was also the reason why he took the initiative to find me and seize the time to teach me.
The status of Guowei Martial Arts Hall in the capital had always been lukewarm. Although they had a peerless master like Grandmaster Chen, they had always lacked a young inner strength martial artist that could convince the world.
Moreover, in terms of personality, Song Wenxuan admired me more. His lips moved and he began to communicate with me.
At this time, a few big shots at the judges' table surged with invisible qi, trying to spy on the content of our conversation. Although the inner strength transmission was powerful, it was a little difficult to deal with the incomparably vigorous and pervasive qi.
I wasn't the only one who was worried. Song Wenxuan was also worried. If our conversation was eavesdropped, it might affect the results of the subsequent matches.
His experience included the special abilities of the leaders of the Six Great Dojos, as well as his personal speculations of their flaws and shortcomings. Although it was just a simple arena match, when it came to a real battle between experts, it was like arranging troops and setting up a formation.