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"At this martial arts tournament, all forces have gathered, and there is a mixed bag of people. We must not let our guard down."
He was dressed in pure white, holding a folding fan; though handsome, he possessed a refined and scholarly air.
But at this moment, he exudes a composure and fortitude that cannot be ignored.
The group slowly entered the city with the flow of people, and after making some inquiries...
I learned that the martial arts tournament would be held in the southwest corner of the field.
At this time, the first stage of the preliminary selection was in full swing.
They headed straight for the stadium, and before they even stepped inside, they could hear deafening shouts and cheers coming from within.
Upon entering the main arena, one sees multiple zones divided into areas, each with contestants engaged in fierce competition.
The scene was spectacular, with flashing swords, clashing fists and feet, shouts, and the sounds of weapons clashing all mixed together.
The audience surrounded the crowd, shouting excitedly and cheering for their favorite contestants.
Some people blushed and shouted at the top of their lungs;
Some people waved their flags, their emotions running high;
Some people even stood on chairs to get a better view.
Wei Changxuan and the others found a good spot and quietly watched the match.
The contestants displayed their unique skills, some with exquisite swordsmanship, their sword moves flowing like clouds and water, each strike carrying a sharp momentum.
Some of the boxing techniques are fierce and powerful, with each punch accompanied by a whooshing sound, as if they can tear the air apart.
Others wield unusual weapons, employing unpredictable and unpredictable moves that are difficult to defend against.
"Young master, look at that contestant, his swordsmanship is amazing!"
Janet excitedly pointed to a burly man wielding a knife in the center of the arena.
Janet has long blonde hair.
Dressed in exotic clothing, with a peculiar curved sword hanging at her waist, her face was filled with excitement.
Wei Changxuan looked in the direction she pointed, nodded slightly, his gaze revealing scrutiny and contemplation:
"This person's swordsmanship is skillful and powerful, but among so many masters, he still needs to improve further if he wants to stand out."
As he spoke, he frowned slightly, silently analyzing the strength of the players on the field.
As the competition continued, Wei Changxuan, with his keen senses, discovered several hosts of scattered dragon energy in the crowd.
They were either hidden among the audience or mixed in with the contestants, their expressions varied.
But without exception, they all exuded a unique aura that was hard to ignore...
The match was still going on intensely, and the noise in the stadium grew louder and louder.
Wei Changxuan's gaze swept back and forth among the contestants, not missing a single detail.
Suddenly, one of the contestants caught his attention. This person was the illegitimate son of the Lord of Qianlong City, and the seventh child in his family.
Lao Qi stood in the arena, his figure agile and his demeanor composed.
In the competition, he seemed to be in complete control most of the time, without using his full strength in any move, and his every move was calm and unhurried.
However, whenever he occasionally makes a move, beneath that fierce attack, a faint trace of dragon energy would emanate from his body.
The aura of the dragon was extremely subtle; if Wei Changxuan hadn't possessed extraordinary sensitivity, it would have been almost impossible to detect...
"Young master, have you noticed? That person seems to have dragon energy on him."
Mu Nanzhi had quietly approached Wei Changxuan without anyone noticing. She tilted her head slightly and said softly.
Mu Nan, with her keen observation skills, also noticed the unusual behavior of Lao Qi.
As she spoke, her eyes revealed doubt and wariness.
Chapter 214 A Familiar Figure!
Wei Changxuan's gaze, sharp as a blade, was fixed intently on the seventh brother.
With each seemingly casual movement of Lao Qi, his expression grew increasingly solemn, as if shrouded in an invisible gloom.
After a moment, he slowly nodded, his deep voice seemingly emanating from the depths of his chest:
"Indeed, this person is no ordinary individual."
This seemingly casual competition was actually fraught with hidden traps.
He paused slightly, looked up at the bustling arena, and continued,
"It seems that this martial arts tournament, on the surface, is a grand gathering of martial arts heroes."
In reality, however, the various forces are deeply entrenched, with undercurrents swirling and everyone harboring their own ambitions; it is far more complex than what we perceive.
Having said that, he narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp glint flashing within them.
His mind raced like a rapidly spinning gear, quickly piecing together the identity and background of the seventh brother.
And the profound meaning that might be hidden behind the mysterious dragon aura surrounding him, trying to find a clue from this fog.
"Young master, should we...?"
Jiang Fang appeared silently beside Wei Changxuan as if by ghost, her voice extremely low.
Almost inaudible, at the same time, he quickly made a gesture to draw out the dragon's energy.
His eyes revealed his usual decisiveness and resolve.
Jiang Fang has always been decisive and efficient. In her view, since the host of the dragon energy has been discovered by chance,
We must not let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by easily; once missed, it may be hard to find again.
Upon hearing this urgent suggestion, Wei Changxuan slowly shook his head.
His gaze was calm and profound, like a bottomless, icy pool, as if he could see through all the potential dangers around him.
“No,” his voice was deep yet penetrating, even in the noisy environment.
It also clearly reached Jiang Fang's ears.
"At this moment, in front of so many people, any rash action would be like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge uproar."
The power of Qianlong City is immense; it has long been deeply entrenched in the city.
If we act rashly and are even slightly careless,
It's like stirring up a hornet's nest; it will inevitably bring endless trouble.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping across the surging crowd around him like a radar.
Those faces, some excited, some curious, some wary, flashed across his eyes one by one.
He continued, "First, suppress your inner impulses, observe carefully, and don't overlook any detail."
We must find the right time, place, and people before taking action.
Only in this way can we strike decisively and without fail.
After listening, everyone nodded thoughtfully in agreement; they all understood perfectly well.
This matter is of great importance; the slightest mistake could lead to complete failure, so we must not act rashly.
The sunlight gradually slanted westward amidst the noise and shouts, and the intense light slowly softened.
It was as if a gentle pause had been drawn for this fierce audition.
After a full day of fierce competition, the contestants displayed their exquisite boxing skills on the ring.
Or they wielded fierce sword techniques, sweating and gushing blood, as the preliminary rounds finally came to an end.
As the list of the top 100 was slowly announced, the entire audience erupted in cheers, the sound reaching the heavens.
The selected contestants were all in high spirits, their faces radiating confidence and pride.
Their smiles shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they had already stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts world, with future glory and splendor within reach;
Asking for flowers
Those who were not selected may feel regret, and a hint of sadness may flash in their eyes when they look at the list, but they are also convinced of their own merit.
After all, in this competition filled with top talents, they witnessed their own shortcomings.
They also gained valuable experience and understood the principle that there are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.
These top 100 players will then engage in a brutal ranking competition in the second stage.
To achieve a higher ranking, it's easy to imagine that the competition will become even fiercer in the coming days.
Every competition will be a life-or-death struggle, and every battle for ranking will be accompanied by blood and tears.
It was already late, and the twilight, as dark as ink, gradually spread, enveloping the entire city in tranquility.
Wei Changxuan and the others were exhausted both physically and mentally after a long day of travel.
I decided to go to the inn to rest and recharge before continuing to follow the progress of the martial arts tournament tomorrow.
They searched the city, the streets bustling with people, the lights gradually coming on.
Like stars scattered across the earth, we finally found a guesthouse that looked quite comfortable.
Stepping into the inn's lobby, I found it bustling with activity, candlelight flickering.
The dim light illuminated excited faces.
Many martial artists were sitting together, discussing with great interest the exciting matches of today's martial arts tournament.
Their voices rose and fell, some marveling at the brilliant move a player made at a crucial moment.
The move was so brilliant that it defeated the enemy in one fell swoop, leaving everyone in awe.
Or perhaps they regret the unexpected outcome of a certain match, a contestant who was thought to have victory in the bag.
However, due to a moment of carelessness, all their efforts were in vain.
Just as Wei Changxuan and the others were about to check in, a familiar figure flashed into their eyes like lightning...
Chapter 215 Meet Li Miaozhen!
"Master Bingyi!" Wei Changxuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out the name instinctively.