Three minutes later, the qualifiers officially began.
"Lavro and Yamu Tea, please come to the ninth platform."
Lavro's eyes lit up, and he turned to Yamu Tea with a smile. "It seems that it's our turn."
"Okay," Yamu Tea responded faintly and strode to the ninth platform. "Yamu Tea, don't show mercy later." Lavro smiled brightly. "I really want to know how strong a real master is."
Yamu Tea raised his eyebrows slightly. If it were someone else, he wouldn't waste time and would directly kick them off the stage. However, Lavro was Kling's senior brother, so the situation was different.
"I'll let you know," Yamu Tea said faintly.
"Yamu Tea is really hateful." Lavro's face was a little distorted. Yamu Tea completely ignored him, which was really infuriating. The two of them went to the platform. "Let the game begin," the referee shouted directly.
"Yamu Tea, I'll definitely let you know that I, Lavro, am not a nobody." Lavro's eyes flashed, and then he stomped on the ground and rushed toward Yamu Tea. He went all out as soon as he attacked.
"Sword Draw!"
When Lavro was about to rush in front of Yamcha, a phantom suddenly shot out from his waist. It was his fist. Although the Sword-Drawing Technique was a swordsmanship technique, it was equally powerful when the sword was replaced by a fist. It could be said that Lavro had used his most powerful move as soon as he made his move.
However, Yamu Tea just put his hands behind his back. When Lavro's fist was about to reach him, he stepped to the side and tilted his body, dodging Lavro's fist.
"What?" After Lavro's punch missed, he quickly chased after Yamu Tea again. Yamu Tea put his hands behind his back expressionlessly and dodged left and right. Occasionally, he even jumped over Lavro's head. Soon, the two of them exchanged hundreds of moves. Yamu Tea just kept dodging with his hands behind his back.
"Yamu Tea." Lavro suddenly stopped. "You're good at dodging, but you can't win by dodging. Is that all you've got?"
Yamu Tea frowned. The reason he didn't make a move was to give Lavro some face. After all, it would be very embarrassing to kill someone as soon as they stepped on stage.
"Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll send you a breeze." Yamu Tea stretched out a hand behind his back. "Lavro, I'm going to attack … Ha!"
He waved his hand.
A terrifying wind pressure directly hit Lavro's body, and then Lavro was directly sent flying. His body even flew 10 meters before crashing into the wall behind him. The entire wall was blasted through in an instant.
"Ya … Yamu tea wins!" The referee screamed in surprise.
"You refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Why bother?" Yamu Tea sighed and jumped down from the stage. He calmly walked toward Kling and Ai Xinjie.
Ai Xinjie's eyes widened. Just now, Yamu Tea directly blasted Lavro, who was only a little weaker than her, off the stage from a distance of 10 meters. What kind of skill was this?
"So scary!" Fourth Senior Brother's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
"Is this the strength of Kling's friend?" Reina's mouth was slightly open. Yamu Tea not only blasted First Senior Brother away with a palm wind, but also blasted First Senior Brother through the wall and out of the Arena.
"Kling, I'm sorry for embarrassing your First Senior Brother." Yamu Tea smiled at Kling. "I had no choice. He insisted that I fight, and he wanted to know what a strong person is like."
"I don't have any other friendship with First Senior Brother Lavro, so you can do whatever you want. I won't care if you steal his girlfriend. After all, our friendship is one of life and death," Kling said with a smile.
"Don't say this in the future. Otherwise, Buma will tear me apart," Yamu Tea said.
"Don't flatter yourself. Do you think Buma really cares …" As they chatted and laughed, the matches went on. Yamu Tea and Bora were naturally very strong. Yamu Tea defeated his opponent in an instant every time, and Bora also defeated his opponent in an instant, except when he encountered a tough opponent.
Fourth Senior Brother was defeated in the fifth match, and Reina was defeated in the ninth match.
Ai Xinjie was indeed the most powerful expert in the Sword-Drawing Dojo other than Adrian. She defeated all her opponents and successfully advanced to the next round.
…
The preliminaries were in progress. Almost everyone at the Martial Arts Conference had entered the venue, including Emperor Dumpling, Minister Tsurugi, Valet Tien Shin, and Tao Baibai.
Most of the people sitting at the west side of the arena with huge stone sculptures were middle-aged and old men. Although there were some young people and some women, there were very few of them.
This was also the place where everyone's attention was focused. Those who were invited to sit here were all martial artists and grandmasters of combat with high prestige in the martial arts world. Of course, most of them were martial artists from the United States of America.
"Brother Adrian, we haven't seen each other for fifteen years, right?"
"Brother Qiuliang, you remember it quite clearly. I only remember that we haven't seen each other for ten or twenty years. Come, let's have a drink!"
"Haha, it's not that I remember it clearly. It's just that you haven't participated in the Martial Arts Conference all these years. It's held once every three years. Counting on my fingers, you haven't participated in four sessions. Including this one, isn't that fifteen years? By the way, are you going to participate in this Martial Arts Conference?"
Adrian suddenly laughed. They were all very famous Martial Arts Masters in the United States of America. Moreover, those who were able to sit here were very strong even if they had not won the Martial Arts Conference. This time, the Martial Arts Conference was held in the United States of America. The host naturally had the right to be the host. Therefore, they did not have to sign up and participate in the preliminaries. The question was whether they were willing to participate or not.
"Brother Qiuliang, look at my white beard and wrinkled face. Why should I compete with the young people?"
"That's right. We're already past the age where we chase after fame and fortune. Speaking of which, I wonder if the previous champion will participate in this Martial Arts Conference. If they do, it'll be terrifying." The fat old man in gray beside Adrian sighed.
"The previous champion?" Adrian's heart skipped a beat. He remembered Kling's boasting.
"Brother Qiuliang, I didn't pay much attention to the previous Martial Arts Conference. May I ask, who won the championship in the end?" Adrian quickly asked.
"You'll never guess." Qiuliang laughed so hard that his wrinkles were squeezed together.
"Of course I won't guess. Could it be …" Adrian looked at the fat old man, "It's your disciple?"
"It'll be great if it's my disciple." Qiuliang shook his head and sighed, "The previous winner was Master Wu Tian's disciple."
"Master Wu Tian's disciple again?" Adrian exclaimed.
"Isn't that so? Back then, the Bull Demon and Gohan dominated the world. That kind of heroism and that kind of overpowering strength are breathtaking. But this time …"
"What's wrong this time?" Adrian asked.
"This time, his two disciples seem to be even more terrifying than the Bull Demon and Gohan," Qiuliang said in a deep voice. "I went to the previous Martial Arts Conference. Guess what? When Master Wu Tian's disciples attacked, I couldn't see them at all. It was as if they had disappeared from the world."
"What?" Adrian screamed, "What did you say? You couldn't see them attack? It was as if they had disappeared?"
"In the previous Martial Arts Conference, other than Master Wu Tian's disciples, there was also a very powerful expert. That old man was Jackie Chan. That old man's martial arts had reached an unfathomable level. His cultivation was also ridiculously strong. I can say that ten Bull Demon and ten Gohan's might not be able to defeat him. But …" Qiuliang shook his head, "Such a powerful expert was actually beaten out of the arena by Master Wu Tian's disciple's palm wind."
"Palm wind is …" Adrian's eyes widened.
"Young people nowadays are too terrifying. If Master Wu Tian's two disciples come this time, then we will go up …" Qiuliang didn't finish his words, but everyone understood.
"Master Wu Tian is indeed the God of Martial Arts. It's not an injustice to lose to him," Adrian sighed with emotion.
"Yeah, did you notice that there are a lot of people coming to this Martial Arts Conference? In fact, they just want to see the clash between Turtle School and Hokusen-ryu. After all, Master Wu Tian has taught two terrifying children. This Martial Arts Conference is hosted by Tsurugi, so …" Qiuliang didn't finish his words.
"Wait a minute," Adrian interrupted, "Did you just say that Master Wu Tian has taught two children?"
"Yeah, one is fourteen years old, and the other is thirteen years old, but they look like children."
"A child? Is it one of the baldies?" Adrian asked excitedly. At this moment …
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The loud bell rang nine times in a row.
"Everyone, the qualifiers have been over for a while, and the contestants are all ready, so we can immediately start the finals of the Martial Arts Conference." The host's voice sounded, "This time, the rules of the finals are that the defending matches will be held first, and the final champion will compete in the finals."
"We have three arenas here, and the defender of the first arena is Mr. Tao Baibai!" The host's voice suddenly rose, and the host on the high platform pointed his finger at His Majesty the Emperor.
Everyone looked over and saw Tsurugi standing below Dumpling, who was wearing a big yellow dragon robe. Next to Tsurugi was a man in his fifties with a big braid. At this time, the corners of this man's mouth were slightly raised, and then he disappeared from everyone's sight.
Suddenly, a person appeared in the first arena.
"What?" Adrian's face changed greatly.
"What a terrifying speed, so fast that no one could see his moves," Qiu Liang said with a sigh. "This Tao Baibai is Tsurugi's younger brother, and rumor has it that he has inherited Tsurugi's true teachings. He is the world's number one expert besides Master Wu Tian and Tsurugi. He really lives up to his name."
"Such a person actually came to fight in the arena? He is a veteran expert who has been famous for a long time. " Adrian took a deep breath, and his eyes returned to normal. He sighed, "If he is the defending champion, I'm afraid no one will dare to challenge him, and even if they do, no one will be able to win. Needless to say, the champion of this Martial Arts Conference has already been decided."
"Yes, it has already been decided." Qiu Liang also sighed.
"No one, no one can beat Tao Baibai, unless Master Wu Tian makes a move," Adrian said in a low voice.
"However, that's also good. Those disciples of mine all have their eyes at the top of their heads. Now that Mercenary Tao is the world's third ranked grandmaster, he can let them experience what a true martial expert is," Qiu Liang said with a smile.
"Yes, if we can see Mercenary Tao in action, it will be worth it for anyone to come here." Adrian also smiled.
The grandmasters around them were all very excited. Tao Baibai was an assassin, and very few people had the chance to see him in action, because those who had seen him were all dead. As for ordinary people or warriors, even if they saw Tao Baibai in action, they would not be able to see his movements.
This time, Tao Baibai was in the arena. The World's Number One Martial Arts Conference did not allow killing, so anyone could go up and fight with Tao Baibai, provided that they were prepared to be injured or disabled.
"Arena number one is Tao Baibai's defending champion. There are two other arenas, and I don't know who they will be. But no matter who it is, their strength and level cannot be compared to Tao Baibai," Adrian said with a smile.
On the high platform, the host continuously introduced Tao Baibai's strength.
On the arena, Tao Baibai's originally cold face could not help but smile.
"I will stop here for Mr. Tao Baibai, because his strength is beyond the scope of my introduction. No words can express it. Since Tao Baibai is the defending champion of arena number one, who will be the second?" The host kept the audience guessing, and then screamed, "The second defending champion is Mr. Monkey King, one of the champions of the last Martial Arts Conference. Let's welcome Monkey King to the arena …"
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