He recognized Xuanyuan Po.
Xuanyuan Po was also rather surprised, because he recognized this minor official.
Just a few days ago in a small wine shop, this minor official had gotten drunk and said many malicious words to him.
Seeing Xuanyuan Po, the minor official was shocked and asked, "Brat, what are you doing here?"
Xuanyuan Po pointed at the register on the table and said, "They said that I want to register my name here."
The minor official froze for a moment before reacting. "You want to participate in the Heavenly Selection?"
Xuanyuan Po replied, "Yes."
The minor official broke into laughter and jeered, "A cripple like you wants to marry Her Highness the Princess?"
Xuanyuan Po replied, "I've never thought about marrying Her Highness, but I want to participate in the Heavenly Selection."
The minor official said with a disdainful expression, "It looks to me like you want to throw away your life."
There were not many competitors on this platform, and Xuanyuan Po's tall and sturdy body had already attracted the attention of a few people. Hearing the minor official's laughter and jeering, even more people looked over. The Pine Paths had always been a small place, so it was very easy to run into familiar people. There were a few customers in the crowd who frequented the small wine shop. When they saw this scene, they hurriedly walked over. When they realized why Xuanyuan Po had come, they were very shocked and urged him to quickly give up on this idea.
"I say, are you crazy? This isn't a joke! "
"Didn't you hear that the Daoist Church of the Western Wastes didn't send a single priest this time? The fighting platform on the upper city wall has the medical officials from the Imperial Court and the Council of Elders watching over it, but what if you get injured here? There's no one to treat you, and if you bleed profusely, you really might die! "
"Even if you're usually ridiculed by others, why take such a risk just to prove yourself?"
Xuanyuan Po remained silent, not responding to these concerns. Seeing this, the customers in the wine shop also said nothing more.
The minor official jeered, "If you insist on throwing away your life, that's up to you. But when the time comes, don't cry too unsightly on the platform."
Xuanyuan Po took up an ink brush and wrote down his name and relevant information on the register. He then tied a strip of cloth around his right wrist.
Time slowly passed, and it was finally his turn to walk onto the platform.
The crowd around the platform began to inquire about his background.
A gambling den steward thought of the previous scene and squeezed his way to the table to ask the official, "Do we need to pay attention?"
The minor official sneered, "He's just a dishwasher, bragging that he once went to the capital. He thinks he's some great person."
One of the customers who tried to stop Xuanyuan Po said, "He did go to the capital."
The minor official was very angry after being refuted. His face turned red and he shouted, "So what? Even if he used to be awe-inspiring, he's nothing but trash now! "
The cool morning breeze blew away the smoke and steam from the Pine Paths, and it also ruffled the bandages on the participants' wrists.
Xuanyuan Po was tall and sturdy, but his opponent was even taller.
The tall and sturdy middle-aged man glanced at Xuanyuan Po's shriveled right arm and a look of disdain appeared in his eyes as he said, "I sympathize with you for encountering me from the start."
After saying this, accompanied by a wave of extremely clear cracking sounds, his body became even taller, like a small mountain, casting a shadow on the arena.
The crowd around the platform was stunned by this sight, thinking, why has a member of the Xiang clan come here?
In every generation, the Xiang clan was one of the top three major races of the Demi-human race. Even the most ordinary member of its clan possessed unimaginable divine strength.
Logically speaking, a descendant of such a major clan should have gone to the fighting platforms near the Imperial Palace or Heavensguard Pavilion. Why had he come to a small place like the Pine Paths?
The Carp tribe steward in charge of judging the outcome of the fighting platform narrowed his eyes, quickly understanding the reason.
The supervisor from the Council of Elders had his eyes closed as if he was sleeping. It was obvious that he had already known of this matter.
The Demi-human Court official sensed the powerful Qi exuded by this Xiang clan descendant and slightly raised his brows. He thought, with this sort of strength and the secret techniques of the Xiang clan, if he were to train for two years, he would probably have the right to become a Red River Beast Guard. For him to come to the Pine Paths to participate in the competition today, it seems like he was planning something big.
As he thought of this, the Demi-human Court official looked at Xuanyuan Po with a complicated gaze.
He had not heard the argument that had taken place below the platform, so he didn't know where this composed bear youth had come from. He only felt that this boy had clearly lost an arm, but he had still come to participate in the Heavenly Selection. His courage was truly praiseworthy, but alas, he had encountered an opponent he could not defeat at the very start. It was truly a pity.
Xuanyuan Po did not know what the Demi-human Court official was thinking, but even if he did, he would not care.
Just like how he would not care if he heard his opponent's words. It was still early in the morning and this was only the first match of the fighting platform. If he wanted to reach the Imperial Palace, he would still need a very long time, and he would still need to fight many matches. Just like how he had chosen the fighting platform of the Pine Paths, he needed to save time.
Therefore, he did not say anything to his opponent, nor did he quietly wait for his opponent to make a move like a true expert. Instead, he directly walked towards his opponent. His footsteps seemed to be a little hurried, which made him look a little panicked to the onlookers.
The contempt in the Xiang clan descendant's eyes intensified.
Xuanyuan Po raised his fist and punched forward.
His right arm was very withered, the sleeve flapping in the wind.
He had punched with his left fist.
There was nothing special about his fist. It was straight and unremarkable, and the angle at which it was punched was also very ordinary. There was no technique to speak of, just a random punch.
The Xiang clan descendant had not expected him to attack without any warning. A hint of anger flashed through his eyes as he gave a shout and also punched.
The Xiang clan descendant was as tall and sturdy as a mountain, and his fist was also enormous. It was like a massive boulder falling from the summit.
The massive fist howled through the air, stirring up a fierce gale. Shards of starlight could be faintly seen within it, and its momentum was rather astonishing.
In comparison, Xuanyuan Po's fist was very ordinary, devoid of any power to speak of.
The two fists got closer and closer, about to meet, and the contrast between them became even more striking.
The Xiang clan descendant's massive fist made Xuanyuan Po's fist seem very pitiful.
Some of the spectators thought of the gruesome sight that was about to occur and couldn't bear to watch, so they turned their heads away.
Xuanyuan Po did not turn his head, did not even blink. He was still as composed, or perhaps wooden.
Had he been scared silly by the energy of his opponent's fist, or was he so stupid that he couldn't even react?
This was what some of the spectators below the stage thought.
The minor official stood up from behind his table and stared at the scene on the stage, his eyes filled with malice and hope.
The official of the Demi-human Court had been watching the battle this entire time. He was very sure that Xuanyuan Po was not scared silly, nor was he unable to react, because Xuanyuan Po's breathing was not disordered.
So he could not understand why Xuanyuan Po did nothing but continue to punch, even though he was clearly no match for his opponent in strength.
If it was not because of absolute confidence, then was it because of pride and dignity?
As the official thought this, he suddenly felt a little admiration for Xuanyuan Po's courage.
Under the gazes that were filled with malice, cruelty, pity, or pity.
Xuanyuan Po's fist and the Xiang clan descendant's fist finally met.
From the outside, the difference between the two fists was enormous.
When their fists met, it looked like a pebble had landed on a boulder.
If one considered the difference in strength between the two fists, it was like an egg crashing into a boulder.
A light crack came from the stage.
There was a cracking sound, and it really sounded like an egg breaking.
Shockingly, Xuanyuan Po's fist did not shatter, nor was it sent flying into the air like a pebble.
His fist was tightly pressed against the Xiang clan descendant's fist.
His fist seemed so small, yet it was so steady.
Countless soft sounds followed, and then gradually became clear and deafening.
Crack crack!
It was just like that cliff from yesterday.
There was a loud bang!
It was like that cliff had fallen into the Red River, stirring up countless massive waves.
Waves of Qi exploded over the stage, transforming into fierce gales that howled and stirred up countless clouds of dust.
A hint of extreme fear appeared in the Xiang clan descendant's eyes as he howled in pain and despair.
The howling gales suddenly vanished, leaving only a little wind swirling over the stage, causing Xuanyuan Po's somewhat empty sleeve to fall upon the Xiang clan descendant's body.
His burly body, which was like a small mountain, gradually became shorter in this seemingly gentle wind, and then collapsed.
The Xiang clan descendant sat paralyzed on the stage, his right arm powerlessly hanging by his side, blood seeping out from his sleeve.
The light 'pa' sound and the subsequent 'ka ka' sounds were the sounds of something breaking.
When his fist met Xuanyuan Po's, the first to make contact was his finger.
Thus, his finger bone broke.
Next, his wrist bone broke.
Next, his arm bone broke.
In the end, even his shoulder bone was broken.
His face was abnormally pale, his eyes filled with fear. His body was soaked, but it was impossible to tell whether it was sweat, blood, or something else.
Xuanyuan Po drew back his fist, no longer attacking.
At this sight, the Xiang clan descendant knew that he had survived. The fear in his eyes turned into confusion, and then they gradually dissipated.
In the level of strength that he was most proud of, he had been utterly defeated.
He couldn't even think of revenge, because the strength Xuanyuan Po had displayed was too powerful, inconceivably powerful.
This unimaginable disparity crushed his body, his will to fight, and even his mind.
He began to vomit, throwing up all the breakfast he had eaten onto the stage. An unpleasant odor gradually began to spread.
Whether it was the Carp clan deacon standing on the stage or the two supervising officials, none of them seemed to have smelled it.
The ordinary officials around the stage and the spectators were even more dumbfounded.
Just who was this bear youth?
How could that seemingly ordinary fist possess such terrifying strength?
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