The requirements for the martial arts tournament were not high, and anyone in the world of martial artists could participate!
But it was not easy to get into the top ten of the sect, obtain the title of World of Martial Arts, and enter Hero's Mountain Villa.
Furthermore …
Not all sects and clans had the right to give them titles in the world of martial artists, and Hero's Mountain Villa could not accommodate the countless small sects and clans from all over the world.
There was naturally no need to even mention the famous sects. Wudang Sect, Shaolin Temple, and the other five great system-allocated sects had hundreds of thousands or even millions of members. Once the competition ended, the top ten fighters were all outstanding fighters, and they were famous in the world of martial artists!
However, for places like the Five Tigers Sect and the Unrequited Love Valley, sending ten experts would be a waste of the intense competition between the six great sects.
These small sects were divided according to their regions …
Each region had to fight against each other and kill each other. In the end, the famous figures of the world of martial artists would act as witnesses to choose ten outstanding elites to head to Hero's Mountain Villa.
Unfortunately.
Even though the Murong Clan was a noble clan and had quite a bit of fame in the world of martial artists, it could not change the fact that they did not have many people. They had also fallen to the tragic situation where they had to compete against other clan members and share a spot in the top ten.
When the internal competition started, the Murong Clan members who had been prepared to show off their skills felt incredibly gloomy and dejected, because not only were there people from Mantuo Villa in the region where the Murong Clan was located, there were also people from the Nangong Clan, Unrequited Love Valley, and Peach Blossom Island.
It could be said that they were the more famous sects in the south. When they gathered together, it was inevitable that there would be a fierce battle.
Happy had no problem with that, but the others all sharpened their weapons and seized every second they had to train so that they could prepare the items they would need during the competition.
…
The other sects were also very nervous. The competition between the middle and small sects was in no way inferior to that of the six great system-allocated sects, Beggar's Sect, and the other sects. The estrangement and grudges between sects even magnified the brutality of the competition.
Happy returned to Murong Mansion punctually at noon the next day.
The backyard of the Murong Clan had been temporarily turned into a martial arts training hall. The master of the Murong Clan sat at the head of the table, while the elders of the clan and the Murong Clan Lady sat by his sides. The senior brothers and sisters in the clan formed a lineup that was pleasing to the eyes.
He looked down at the hundreds of Murong Clan disciples lined up neatly in front of him!
The scene was strict and solemn!
Master Murong began to speak and explain the rules of the martial arts competition.
"There will be ten duels, and the elder will announce the names of the dueling parties … The winner will remain, and the loser will be swapped to another duel. Those who lose three times in a row will automatically step down from the stage and lose their right to participate in the duel."
"One win, one point."
"In the later stages of the duel, everyone who has not been defeated in a row will have the opportunity to challenge the winner. If they succeed in challenging the winner, they will gain 2 points. If they lose, they will lose 2 points! You cannot challenge an opponent you have defeated before! "
While Master Murong spoke, the people at the bottom of the hall fell silent. When he finished speaking, quite a number of people started discussing among themselves in low voices.
"F * ck, I can't live like this anymore!"
"If you lose three times, you'll forfeit. Whoever runs into Happy will only have two chances … If you're unlucky and run into Eleventh Crane, you'll only have one chance left … Oh my god! They're going overboard … "Practically everyone in the Murong Clan knew that Eleventh Crane's bow and arrow skills were great. They also knew that Eleventh Crane had obtained a fourth-echelon bow, and his strength had increased by leaps and bounds. They treated the duo as two mountains that they could not cross.
Happy was dressed in blue robes and stood at the front of the crowd in an imposing manner. He looked rather relaxed and at ease while he listened to Master Murong recite the rules. But when he finished, his field of vision suddenly changed, and the area around him suddenly opened up.
He saw … The huge martial arts hall was instantly divided. The people retreated to the sides, and the empty space at the center was divided into ten rather large arenas.
The boundaries of the arenas could be clearly seen on the ground. There was an extraordinary elder standing at each of the boundaries. They should be there to prevent throwing knives, hidden weapons, and other items from the other arenas from harming the opponents in the other arenas during the duel.
Happy was the first to appear on one of the ten arenas.
The elder then called out Happy's name!
The people in the area began discussing with each other.
All of them showed signs of shrinking back. They prayed that the next name to be called out would not be them.
"I don't want to …"
A pitiful Murong Clan disciple wanted to cry when his name was called out. Then, he appeared in front of Happy with a long face and chose to forfeit.
Happy was a little speechless.
'There's no such thing as life and death in the duel. Don't these people even have the desire and interest to fight?'
'Don't tell me that I'm going to sit here and do nothing for the entire day?' When Happy saw that the people in the other arenas had quickly started fighting once they got into their positions, he discovered to his dismay that his second opponent had also chosen to forfeit and run away. He was dumbfounded.
A strange phenomenon appeared on the first arena.
Happy stood alone on it and did not move a single step. Two people had already forfeited on their own.
Even Master Murong and the group of elders looked at each other at a loss. They did not expect that Happy's intimidating presence would be so great.
There were quite a number of people in the crowd who sighed nonstop.
But there were even more people who responded with understanding and sympathy.
It would have been better if they could receive guidance, but Happy was a powerful player who could kill Zhou Yu with just two moves. Many people did not even know whether it would be better for them to move with their left foot or right foot, or whether they should just not move at all.
The pressure was too great!
It was too uncomfortable!
Under the invisible pressure, Happy quickly and effortlessly gained points. Many people had not even finished their first match, and Happy had already accumulated more than twenty points.
Later on …
Everyone gradually became numb to it. The people who were watching in the area no longer had any interest in admiring Happy's heroic actions.
Even Happy himself found it very boring.
He placed his hands behind his back and watched the fights in the other arenas!
Then …
Suddenly, a clear voice came from across him, and there was a hint of slyness and stubbornness in it. "Fallen Rain, please grant me your guidance, Senior Brother Happy!"
"Fallen Rain?"
That voice drew quite a number of people's gazes back, including Happy.
He turned his head around to look.
The petite and delicate Fallen Rain held an elegant and beautiful jade sword in a childish manner. She stood across him with the posture of a ready to fight. Her posture was fresh and charming. Her eyes were bright, and she looked relaxed. She blinked as if she was looking at something fun, and there was a sly smile on her lips.
Happy could not sense the nervousness on her face that he could sense from other people.
He could not connect this Fallen Rain with the girl who had stuffed a white carrot into the rabbit's mouth.
In the beginning …
After being bored for so long, an opponent who dared to challenge him finally came. Happy should have been very happy, but when he saw that the person who came was Fallen Rain, he suddenly felt that he could not treat her as an opponent, and his blood could not boil.
Awkward!
Happy stood where he was with a strange expression.
As if she had noticed that she was being underestimated, Fallen Rain glared at him in slight anger. Suddenly, a presence rose from her body, and it caused Happy to focus his gaze slightly. He keenly locked onto Young Rain's index and middle fingers, which were pressed together tightly.
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