Master Sun said angrily, "What's going on? Why is it like this? "
Seeing the elders of the sect, the disciples of the Iron Palm branch began to complain.
"Martial Uncle!"
"You're finally here!"
"They got into a fight yesterday!"
"The small sect's non-affiliates are bullying us too much!"
"They're even framing our Iron Palm Sect!"
Those people pointed in the direction of the small sects.
The non-affiliates and small sects could not take it lying down. It was clearly the large sects who had colluded to scam them out of their money, yet the Iron Palm people sneaked up on them in the middle of the night to demonstrate their might. How dare you complain first? In an instant, the non-affiliates and small sects looked over angrily. Hundreds of gazes were fixed on the Iron Palm people!
Master Sun was also furious. He stared back at them and pointed at them. He said something that the netizens had voted as the fuse that could trigger the next world war. "What are you looking at?" He did not know what had happened last night. It was just a catchphrase, so he subconsciously blurted it out.
In the end, things got out of hand!
The non-affiliates and small sects were enraged. Hundreds of them suddenly pointed at each other and shouted in unison, "So what if I'm looking at you!"
It was deafening!
The voices were too uniform!
It was as uniform as a military parade every 50 years!
Master Sun had never seen such a scene before. He was shocked. F * ck! What are you guys trying to do? Did they fucking train this in advance? Why are all of them on steroids!
The large sects also exploded with anger. They kicked their chairs away and stood up. It became a conditioned reflex as they pointed at the hundreds of non-affiliates and shouted, "Try looking at them again!"
Master Sun was startled by the countless shouts behind him. He turned around to look at his disciples and the large sects with his mouth agape. Fuck, why are all of you so united as well!
The non-affiliate pointed. "Let's try!"
The large sect pointed. "What are you looking at!"
The small sect pointed. "So what if I'm looking at you!"
The large sect pointed. "Try looking at them again!"
The small sect's non-affiliate pointed. "Let's try looking at them again!"
Great, they started scolding again!
Chen Xi clutched his forehead and looked like he was about to faint!
The people from the National Martial Arts Association were also feeling mentally exhausted!
At this moment, the people from the Zhou Family Style School arrived.
Grandmaster Zhou Tianpeng and the Zhou Family Style School's disciples were the last to arrive. Perhaps because the Zhou Family Style School's disciples were at the center of the conflict last night, they were "taken care of" by the non-affiliates. As a result, there were more of them who were injured, with about five or six of them limping here. This was probably the reason why the speed up the mountain was slowed down. But when they reached the top of the mountain, the Zhou Family Style School's disciples saw a scene that left them speechless. Zhou Tianpeng's expression also changed for a moment!
This …
What was going on?
Zhou Tianpeng remained silent.
Sighs could be heard all around.
"Sigh!"
"What's with this year's Martial Arts Tournament?!"
"Shameful! What a shame! "
"How did it end up like this?"
"Unsightly! What a mess! "
"Fortunately, this is an internal meeting. There are no outsiders here!"
Several of the senior members of the Chinese martial arts world were sighing. In the past, the National Martial Arts Conferences had always been full of youthful vigor and prosperity. Everyone had a high level of pursuit towards martial arts and would even exchange pointers from time to time. It was a learning atmosphere. But why did he suddenly become like this this year?
"This won't do. How can this be? How can this be!" A senior member of the Chinese martial arts world in his eighties could not bear to watch any longer. He stood up angrily and said, "We must teach them a lesson!" He pointed in a random direction and said, "All of you, shut up! Chinese martial arts is all about cultivating one's character and tempering one's mind. All of you … "
Everyone instinctively pointed in his direction. "What are you looking at!"
The senior member nearly fainted from anger. He was also angry. "So what if I'm looking at you!"
Everyone said, "Try looking at someone else!"
The senior member rolled up his sleeves and roared, "Let's try then!"
The senior member who was angrily reprimanding them a moment ago had also joined in the scolding!
Fan Wen: "…"
Chen Xi: "…"
Zhou Tianpeng: "…"
After a long period of persuasion from the National Martial Arts Association, and even Chen Xi and Zhou Tianpeng stepped forward, the crowd finally calmed down and quietened down.
After the farce, the venue was in a mess again. The previously neatly decorated main venue was now littered with chairs and spilled mineral water bottles.
Zhou Tianpeng walked into the ring and picked up the microphone. After adjusting the voice, he looked at the crowd and said, "I am Zhou Tianpeng, the current leader of the Zhou Family Style School and the vice president of the National Martial Arts Association. I believe everyone knows me, so I won't introduce myself in detail."
There were people supporting him.
"Leader Zhou, who doesn't know you?"
"Yeah, do I even need to introduce myself?"
"Haha!"
Zhou Tianpeng laughed. "There's always new friends."
It could be seen that Zhou Tianpeng's prestige in the Chinese martial arts world was very high. Even those non-affiliates and people from the small sects did not show any signs of disrespect on their faces.
Zhang Ye, who was in the audience, deliberately observed him. He was a man in his 40s or 50s and did not have any distinguishing features about his physique. Although he was not skinny, he was definitely not burly either. He was 1.7 meters tall and looked like he weighed more than 130 kilograms. On such a cold and windy day, he was only wearing a single shirt. It was a black training robe with the Zhou Family Style's logo printed on it. He looked very imposing, and just by standing there, one could tell that he was a tough nut to crack.
Were these the martial arts grandmasters of today? They were a little different from what Zhang Ye had imagined. The main thing was that they were not very good-looking. But when he thought of Rao Aimin's vicious-tongued and stingy image, Zhang Ye suddenly felt relieved. Compared to Old Rao, these two grandmasters, Zhou Tianpeng and Chen Xi, really had the air of grandmasters.
At this moment, Zhou Tianpeng said, "Dear friends who have come from afar, welcome to this year's National Martial Arts Conference. Before the conference officially begins, I have a piece of good news to announce to all of you." Then he looked at Chen Xi and said, "Old Chen, why don't you announce it?"
Chen Xi, who was in the audience, waved it off and said with a smile, "Go ahead and announce it."
Zhou Tianpeng said, "The special funding that the National Martial Arts Association has been fighting for from the country has finally been approved. It's quite a lot of money and involves various aspects, such as reestablishing a martial arts school, reimbursement for travel expenses, and tax rebates for setting up a martial arts school. All of these will be used to support the development of our martial arts world and to protect our intangible cultural heritage. As long as any martial arts school is registered with the National Martial Arts Association, they will be able to enjoy this funding subsidy. Even if there are some martial arts techniques that have not been passed down for a long time or have not been recorded, you can still submit them for our approval. If it doesn't pass, it doesn't matter. The subsidy will still be given without a single cent less. If the National Martial Arts Association doesn't have enough, our Zhou Family Style Martial Arts School will be able to provide it!"
When he said that, everyone was a little excited!
"There's money now?"
"That's great!"
"It's finally approved!"
"This is a joyous occasion!"
"Yeah, the country has finally relented!"
"Grandmaster Zhou, how could we let you spend so much on this!"
Chen Xi added with a smile, "This matter was only achieved through the hard work of me, Old Zhou, and the National Martial Arts Association. It wasn't easy at all, especially since Old Zhou contributed a lot. When we met a few days ago, he said that if there wasn't enough money, he would make up for it."
All the martial artists in the audience immediately expressed their gratitude.
"Thank you, Grandmaster Chen!"
"Thank you, Grandmaster Zhou!"
"Sect Leader Zhou, thank you!"
"It's a good thing that you all still thought of us! It's really too difficult to take in a disciple and leave behind a legacy when setting up a martial arts school these days! Not many young people can persevere through this! "
"Yeah, everyone might look good on the surface, but they're actually all having a hard time!"
"Thank you!"
Zhou Tianpeng smiled. "We're all colleagues of the Chinese martial arts world, so it's only right for us to help each other out. Our Zhou Family Style School's income is slightly higher than many of the sects here, so we naturally have to bear this responsibility."
Other than some of the large sects that had deeper roots in society, such as the Zhou Family Style School, which had martial arts schools all over the country, or the Shaolin Monastery, which was a household name and had even turned it into a tourist attraction, the other small sects, even large sects like the Huashan Sect, did not have much income and were very poor. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been beaten up so badly over a meal yesterday. With Zhou Tianpeng's appearance, even the small sects and non-affiliates were grateful to him!
Next up, the main event officially began.
According to the management of each year, the opening ceremony would be a demonstration performance by the various sects.
The first to step forward were the Huashan Sect's disciples. More than a decade ago, the Huashan Sect was actually not considered a large sect. It was only after Chen Xi became a grandmaster that the Huashan Sect experienced an explosive expansion and gained many disciples. For this demonstration performance, they had chosen a sword formation!
More than a dozen Huashan disciples stepped forward.
Onstage.
Swordplay.
Well, it was supposed to be a very beautiful scene, but something unexpected happened this year. Everyone was injured. Seeing more than a dozen injured and limping Huashan Sect disciples practicing their swordplay, many of the martial artists in the audience felt their hearts skip a beat!
Then it was the Shaolin Monastery's turn. A monk with his head wrapped in bandages successfully performed the Iron Head Style.
Then it was the Iron Palm Sect's turn. A disciple holding a walking stick performed the Iron Palm Style on the spot.
Following that, it was the Kunlun Sect's injured … and their heroes.
"Ha!"
"Heh!"
"Ha!"
"Tsk!"
The few of them put in a lot of effort into their performance, but in the end, an accident happened. One of the Kunlun Sect's heroes sprained his waist in the middle of the performance. He cried out in pain and sat there, unable to move. His fellow disciples around him also panicked and hurried up to carry him off the stage in embarrassment. The Kunlun Sect's performance had no choice but to stop. The Kongtong Sect's disciples who were lined up behind them also limped over to save the day and began their performance.
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes at the sight of this.
It was supposed to be a Martial Arts Conference, but it was turned into a fucking earthquake relief event!
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd!
"They're here!"
"Ah!"
"Quick, look!"
"They're here!"
No one was watching the performance anymore. Their gazes were all on the mountain path behind them!
Chen Xi had a grave expression on his face.
Zhou Tianpeng had his eyes closed to rest. He did not even open them.
Chenchen looked over anxiously!
Zhang Ye and the others also turned around!
There was only one thing that could attract such attention: the Eight Trigrams School's people had arrived!
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