Everyone did not wait too long. With a sharp clang, the competition officially began. The entire martial arts hall was noisy, and a famous martial arts student looked at the stage eager to try.
"Listen to me, all of you! The rules of the game are quite simple - the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy! As long as you lose one game, no matter how powerful you think you are, you will be eliminated immediately!"
The black-faced man who looked like a team leader stood on the ring with a serious expression on his face. After one sentence, he immediately announced the start:
"Wooden number 0032 Lin Dong, wooden number 0133... come on stage immediately!"
clang!
Amidst the loud sound of the gong, the crowd started to stir, and two teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old immediately jumped into the field, kicking off the martial arts test.
Yang Ji stood at the bottom of the ring without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the stage like everyone else. This was a breath level competition, and the fight was very intense.
Although the strength of the two of them was not very high, they still attracted everyone's attention. Whether they were in the breathing realm or the martial arts realm, they all focused on the stage.
The "Martial Arts Examination" is held every three years and is a grand martial arts event in the entire world. Before this, whether they were geniuses in the martial arts realm or ordinary people in the breathing realm, everyone practiced hard alone, behind closed doors, and had no idea about themselves.
pros and cons and accurate positioning.
Only in the martial arts examination, which gathers thousands of the most outstanding martial arts students and gathers a variety of powerful martial arts skills, can everyone broaden their horizons, break stereotypes, and at the same time verify their own achievements.
This is why even though we know that high school is hopeless, there are still many students in the Breathing Realm in each class who join in and try their best.
For everyone, this is an excellent opportunity to improve themselves.
"No. 32 is flexible, but too cautious. Although No. 133 cannot keep up with his speed, he is powerful and decisive in his strikes. If there are no accidents in this game, he should win."
In the audience, Yang Ji weighed the situation and quickly judged the outcome of the game.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, a burst of noisy sounds came from other competition venues. Yang Ji turned his head and glanced. It seemed that the competition in another unit area had ended, and he couldn't help but feel secretly in his heart.
Although there is a huge gap between the Breathing Realm and the Martial Arts Realm, people in the Breathing Realm are also superior after all. In just a short time, they quickly defeated their opponents and still showed their superior fighting skills.
"This competition seems to be really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.
The game went very quickly, and after a while, the player with the wooden card number 0133 hit his opponent with a punch, ending the game.
Next, pairs of candidates stepped onto the stage one after another, each using their unique skills to compete in front of everyone's eyes.
Yang Ji remained silent, no longer caring about their victory or defeat, but shifted his focus to the powerful martial arts displayed by these people.
The Yang family is a century-old clan, but it is not so powerful that it can collect martial arts from all over the world. In the arena, there are many kinds of martial arts, such as "Rang Niu Fist", "Black Tiger Martial Arts", "Feather Wings Martial Arts",
"Swallow Martial Arts", "Vicious Ape Martial Arts"... some are fast and accurate, some are fierce and domineering, and they are not inferior to the Yang family's martial arts at all.
Yang Ji memorized these martial arts moves in his mind, and then silently calculated and deduced them one by one in his mind. This was not the first time that Yang Ji had learned martial arts secretly like this.
At the beginning, Yang Ji studied "Cloud Hands" and spent a lot of effort and energy to draw thousands of "cloud catkins" drawings.
But with the proficiency of his skills, Yang Ji is no longer limited to pen and ink, but can complete part of the work in his mind.
A large number of martial arts masters competed in the ring and showed off their martial arts, which greatly broadened Yang Ji's mind and vision. He even drew inferences from one example and discovered many things that he did not notice when he usually used martial arts.
Yang Ji stood silently in the crowd, his understanding of martial arts rising sharply!
"No. 1201 Yang Ji, No. 1134 Sun Fan come to power!——"
Hearing his name, Yang Ji suddenly opened his eyes.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way..."
There was a commotion on the other side of the ring, and a huge force burst out, unceremoniously pushing the crowd in front of them to stagger.
An examinee who had just won and came down from the stage was about to get angry, but when he saw a flash of blood in front of him, he immediately closed his mouth, remained silent, and stepped aside.
"boom!"
As soon as the light flashed, a candidate at the first level of martial arts jumped up and arrived at the ring. The candidate named "Sun Fan" had a fair face, sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, and bursts of arrogance in his bright eyes. He just held his arms like that
With both arms, he looked down at Yang Ji.
"Quick victory, come up quickly!"
Sun Fan pointed at Yang Ji below and said unceremoniously.
A "martial artist" has the pride of a "martial artist". Although the previous competition was fierce, it was difficult for candidates in the breathing realm to fall into his eyes.
If this were within a clan, a warrior in the breathing realm would not be worthy of him opening his mouth.
"It's really interesting. In the first game, I actually met a warrior of the same level."
Yang Ji smiled and walked over slowly, neither hurried nor slow.
Yang Ji is different from others. Although he has the strength of a warrior, due to his own situation, he is not as domineering and exudes a powerful momentum like others.
If we just look at the breathing, there is actually no difference between the martial arts realm and the breathing realm. They are both one breath at a time. The other party obviously mistakenly thought that he was in the breathing realm.
"Take action!"
Yang Ji said calmly, he stepped on the ring. It was very strong and should be able to withstand a lot of force.
"snort!"
Sun Fan snorted coldly, looking at Yang Ji's indifferent expression, and felt annoyed. "There are different people with the same appearance." Not everyone is easy to talk to. Sun Fan has always been anxious and has a bad temper. The one he dislikes the most is Yang Ji.
Such a slow and slow personality.
"I'm too lazy to tell you more. This kind of arena is not suitable for you. As a spectator, you must have the consciousness of a spectator. Now, get off here!"
Sun Fan was embarrassed by the black-faced man. After saying this, he suddenly got angry.
"Boom!"
Sun Fan's Dantian vibrated, his whole body became energetic, and a faint blood energy burst out from his body like a tide. He heard a boom, the air roared sharply, and a strong wind rose within a radius of five steps.
Sun Fan stepped forward with a lunge, and punched Yang Ji hard. After this punch, the space collapsed, and a trace like a burning comet was drawn in the void.
A strong man in the martial arts realm is no small matter. If Sun Fan executes this punch, he can beat even a cow into meat paste!
"boom!"
Sun Fan came and went faster. There was a roar, like a hurricane blowing down a big tree, and with the sound of clicking, Sun Fan turned a few somersaults in the air like a kite with its string broken, and flew out directly.
The range of the arena.
"ah!--"
Following a burst of exclamations, the arena was buzzing, and the crowd stood up one after another and pushed forward. Those pairs of eyes looked at Yang Ji on the arena, filled with shock.
Then no one discovered how Yang Ji took action. They only saw a faint flash of white light, and Sun Fan flew out like a scarecrow.
"What a powerful force!"
“What a quick response!”
…
Everyone opened their eyes wide, and the most surprised thing was the dozens of martial arts "warriors" in the crowd. This was the first battle between warriors, and there was no doubt that Sun Pan made a fatal mistake.
, actually regarded this Yang Ji as a person in the breathing realm.
"Yang Ji wins!"
The black-faced man who hosted the competition didn't think twice. He stepped forward, raised Yang Ji's arm, and declared victory directly.
Yang Ji came down from the ring and felt that everyone looked at him differently. Some of them kept looking at him sharply, showing hostility. It was obviously Yang Ji's actions that attracted the attention of other "warriors"
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The game continues...
"Next game, No. 1007, No. 3289!..."
There was a flash of light, and a tall figure, like a giant crane, leaped high into the sky, crossed a distance of several feet, and landed gently on the ring with a neat movement.
This young man's eyes were sharp and his momentum was like that of Yue Zhiyuanlin. As soon as he appeared, he immediately aroused cheers from around him.
"Fan Zhao! It's Fan Zhao from our hometown!"
"We haven't seen each other for a few months, and Fan Zhao's strength has become stronger again, so awesome!"
"He has such high qualifications that he can reach the martial arts realm by studying alone. He is also good at actual combat. Even the children of the clan cannot beat him. He will definitely win this time!"
…
Under the stage, a group of breath-taking candidates were chattering and extremely excited. Obviously, Fan Zhao was also a celebrity among them.
"He's a master!"
Yang Ji glanced at him and said secretly. He only saw the opponent's movement as he flew through the air and landed on the ring. The arc was graceful and crisp. He was obviously proficient in actual combat. He was not comparable to those clan members who only know how to imitate tigers and cats. Even Yang
Ji, also asked himself whether he could do better than him.
"He should have reached the middle stage of the first level of martial arts. Even Sun Fan, who is my opponent, is no match for him."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
This trip really opened my eyes. In the Yang family, it is usually difficult to see those martial arts disciples. But during the martial arts examination, there were a lot of them in the "Martial Hall".
These masters who usually hid there to practice in seclusion, all "climbed out" at this time. Neither Sun Fan nor Fan Zhao were ordinary opponents.
"Hey hey hey..."
Amidst a burst of belated laughter, the opponent with the wooden sign number 3289 finally appeared. Before anyone arrived, laughter floated out, with an indescribable and strange smell.
Under the gaze of everyone, a candidate who was fair and fat, wearing a golden melon skin cap on his head, an ice jasper finger ring on his hand, and wearing gold and silver silk and satin, who looked more like a businessman than a warrior, slowly walked up.
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Beside him, a total of four young "candidates" with wooden plaques on the left and right, like slaves, nodded and bowed, and followed him up, as if they didn't even dare to speak out.
Seeing this lineup and this pomp, everyone was in an uproar. Even Yang Ji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Everyone who comes to participate in the martial arts examination is somewhat conceited from the bottom of their hearts. If they were not conceited, they would not be here. Moreover, young people with strong temperament will not surrender easily to others, but these four candidates did not care about their face at all and willingly gave up to this
Obese candidates are used as slaves.
In the eyes of everyone, it was a complete embarrassment to everyone. For a time, there were looks of contempt and disdain from all directions.
But the four groveling candidates paid no attention to them and only paid attention to the glances of the "fat master" around them.