Dong! Dong! Dong!
After three drumbeats, the competition officially began. The contestants from the first and second groups of each rank began to compete on the stage.
Luo Ping looked at the number in his hand: Number 19. Coincidentally, it was the last match of the morning. He smiled slightly and found a random place to close his eyes and rest.
He was no longer interested in the battles on the stage and didn't want to watch anything. Although he was now an intermediate Great Martial Warrior, he could defeat an early stage Great Martial Master by relying on his extraordinary strength and the fourth level of the Floating Smoke Movement Technique.
Therefore, he didn't feel any pressure at all. He didn't need to use his full strength to advance to the next round.
It wasn't blind narcissism, nor was it arrogance. It was because he had a clear understanding of his own strength. In addition to the previous two months of training, Luo Ping's mind was more mature and his judgment was more accurate.
Therefore, for the current him, not only did he look down on opponents of the same level, even if it was an intermediate Great Martial Master who was two levels higher than him, if he was careless, he might suffer a loss.
"Cousin Ping, why are you resting with your eyes closed? How is it? Which match?"
Not long after Luo Ping sat down, Zhao Jiangbo and the other three walked over. The former asked from afar.
"Cousin Jiangbo, you are all here. I am number 19 and will be in the fifth match in the morning. What about you?"
Luo Ping asked with a smile.
"Oh, I am in the second match in the afternoon. Cousin Jiangtao is in the fourth match tomorrow morning. Yunfei and Yunfeng are in the afternoon tomorrow. How is it? With your current strength, you don't feel any pressure at all, right? "Luo Yuntian replied.
"Right now, even if Cousin Ping were to fight against an early stage Martial Grand Master, he would be evenly matched. Do you think he would feel any pressure?"
Zhao Jiangbo asked. After he finished speaking, everyone looked at Luo Ping.
"Of course I don't feel any pressure, but I can't be too relaxed. The Fengyuan Country is so big, who can guarantee that there are no warriors like me who can fight above their level? It would be too ironic if I was careless and got 'killed' in an instant."
Luo Ping said half-jokingly.
"That's right. We can't underestimate our opponents at any time. Only by respecting each and every one of our opponents is the quality of a true martial artist."
An unfamiliar voice sounded behind the five of them.
The five of them turned around and saw a handsome young man standing behind them. He was slightly older than Luo Yuntian and Zhao Jiangbo.
From the way he was dressed, it was obvious that he wasn't an ordinary person. He was dressed in a luxurious attire with a jade belt. His snow-white brocade attire was spotless, and he was draped in a thin green robe. On his waist hung the jade pendant 'Auspicious Dragon Ascending to Heaven'. His actions were elegant, and his temperament was extraordinary.
His pure white face was angular, and his pair of tiger-like black eyes were bright and spirited. At this moment, seeing the three people in front of him looking at him, the handsome young man revealed a warm smile.
He said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner, "Friends, I am Zong Yuanhao. I just happened to pass by here and overheard your conversation. I have a sudden feeling. Please forgive me if I have disturbed you." Then, he cupped his hands and bowed.
"Brother Zong, what are you talking about? How could us brothers take such a small matter to heart? However, the surname 'Zong' is the imperial surname. Brother Zong must be a member of the imperial family. Why are you not in Bazhou but in Longzhou? "Zhao Jiangtao said with a smile.
"I am indeed a member of the imperial family. I came to Longzhou due to some special reasons. This time, I am also one of the participants of the Dragon Tiger Tournament to learn from each other. You can just call me Brother Zong. "
Zong Yuanhao was still smiling, and he didn't put on any airs at all. Instantly, Luo Ping and the others had a good impression of him.
"How can we do that? Since ancient times, there has always been a difference between the emperor and his subjects. How could we dare to be so impolite to you?"
Luo Yuntian quickly rejected. Although Zong Yuanhao didn't put on any airs, he was still a member of the imperial family. He had to treat him with respect.
"That's right. Although I don't know who you are, no matter if you are a prince or a prince, you are not someone we can call brothers with. I hope you won't make things difficult for us."
Luo Ping said with sincerity.
"I thought that people who practice martial arts would be straightforward and not shy. Looking at the few of you, I found that you are different from normal people. That's why I wanted to make friends with you."
"I didn't expect you to be such pedantic people. Since you look down on me, I will take my leave. Forgive me for not disturbing you. "
Zong Yuanhao said angrily. He turned around and was about to leave.
Luo Ping and the others were embarrassed. They looked at each other helplessly and said in unison, "Brother Zong, we will accept your invitation."
"Hahaha, that's right. I knew that you would ask me to stay. Looks like my acting skills are not bad. I should be able to get the 'Best Actor' award. Hahaha. "
Zong Yuanhao turned around and laughed. It turned out that he was just pretending to be angry. It made everyone speechless. It turned out that the members of the imperial family were good at this.
Looking at the confused faces of the people in front of him, Zong Yuanhao asked again, "How should I address you?"
Only then did Luo Ping and the others react, quickly introducing each other.
"Oh, so it's Brother Zhao and Brother Luo. Since we are fated to meet, let's watch the competition together."
"Okay, Brother Zong."
So they chatted while watching the competition. Zong Yuanhao didn't talk about why he came to Longzhou and his identity.
Luo Ping and the others didn't dare to casually ask, so they became brothers in a muddle-headed manner.
After chatting for a while, more than half of the eight arenas were empty. There were only three arenas left with people fighting.
In the two Martial Warrior arenas, four martial artists were entangled for so long. It was quite strange.
In one of the arenas, there were two late-stage Martial Warriors. It seemed that they were lucky. Other than having good movement skills, their strength was also mediocre. It was unknown how they advanced.
However, Luo Ping and the others didn't know them. It seemed that they were from the other three counties.
"Brother, you must be tired … It's been so long. Why don't … you admit defeat and rest … That's enough."
One of them panted as he spoke. His condition was completely exposed.
"You're the one who said it … You're already out of breath. You're shameless … You want me to admit defeat. I think you should … admit defeat first. "
The other person wasn't in a better condition. He was also weak.
"Hmph, you want me to admit defeat? Unless a pie falls from the sky … Otherwise, you can forget about it!" The previous person was stubborn and unyielding.
"You're the one who said it. A real man should … do what he says and keep his word."
The other person whistled twice in succession before the other person understood. Everyone around them heard it clearly.
As soon as the whistle sounded, a pie suddenly flew out from the crowd and landed on the arena. Because the arena was higher than the center, it was like a pie had fallen from the sky.
The person who spoke earlier was stunned. He stood still on the spot and swallowed hard. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked by the other party.
"How is it? Can you … admit defeat now?" The other person said at the right time.
When the previous person was about to speak, shouts of "Admit defeat, admit defeat, admit defeat …" came from all around.
He turned his head and looked at the disgusting faces around him. Gradually, his hearing became blurry. He could only see their mouths opening and closing, but he couldn't hear anything.
At this moment, he felt like a child abandoned by the world. Lonely, pitiful, helpless, and heartbroken …
He couldn't hold back his inner emotions anymore. He let out a heart-wrenching roar. After venting, he heard the ridicule, disdain, and disgust around him again.
"F * ck, the people in the city are too unkind. The people in the countryside are simple and honest. I used the same tactic to defeat my opponent before. No one attacked him verbally. They all took out eggs, tomatoes, banana peels, and so on and hit him hard. "
"How honest! The damage of verbal attacks is really several points higher than physical attacks. I'm already mentally and physically exhausted. You win. "
The previous person finally looked up at the sky and sighed endlessly! In the end, he could only admit defeat and walk down the arena.
After that …
Tears welled up in his eyes again. He shouted unwillingly, "Why? Why was I fooled by his' pie trick '? I haven't even used the 'sow climbing a tree trick' that worked so well before. Why? The heavens are unfair. "After saying that, he ran away like the wind.
The surrounding people were dumbfounded. It turned out that the two of them were jackals of the same tribe. Their tricks were full. It was just a matter of who could trick the other. Obviously, the person on the stage had won.
At this moment, the winner stood on the stage and made a victory gesture to the crowd. Then, he walked down the stage.
The referee couldn't stop such behavior. After all, there was no national law to restrict him, and he didn't really hurt others. Although it was opportunistic, it was understandable.
"Hmph, such a person, even if he can win in the end, what use is he to the country? He's simply a disgrace!"
Zong Yuanhao was really angry this time. Luo Ping and the others didn't know how to respond. They could only agree.
The other Martial Warrior and Supreme Martial Warrior arenas had also finished. These two arenas had fought to the end. Although their strength was average, they had won respect.
The next three arenas were similar to the first. The Martial Master and Great Martial Master arenas had finished early, but the Martial Warrior and Supreme Martial Warrior arenas still had to go through a lot of battles.
In a fight between masters, victory or defeat was often decided in an instant. Martial Masters already had internal strength. Once they were injured, it would be an internal injury that couldn't be recovered in a short time. Therefore, it was easier to determine the winner.
Those below the Martial Master level had no internal strength. They relied completely on strength and weapons to injure the enemy. Even if they were injured, it would be external injuries.
As long as their vitals weren't injured, martial artists wouldn't care too much. After all, external injuries were also a kind of training. Even during normal practice, they would still be injured.
Therefore, the situation in the arena was not inappropriate.
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