Jiang Qing, who was walking beside Zuo Zhicheng, also frowned. She said to Jiang Tien-cheng, "Dad, do you think Zuo can win?"
"When it comes to winning or losing, sometimes it's not as simple as who's more powerful." Jiang Tien-cheng said calmly, "State, belief, performance, venue, and other factors will all affect the outcome. But the possibility of Zuo winning now is indeed not high. "
"But so what?" Jiang Tien-cheng looked at Zuo Zhicheng and said, "Zuo, don't worry about it later. You are very talented in fighting style and improvisation. Just do your best in the arena. It doesn't matter whether you can win or not. Even if you lose, I won't let them hurt you. "
"Master, Senior Sister, you are too pessimistic …" Zuo Zhicheng lowered his head helplessly, "I have made great progress in the past two months. I think I will win."
"Haha. It's good that you think so. "Jiang Tien-cheng smiled," I just want you to not have any psychological burden. Do your best. "
While they were talking, a gambling booth appeared in front of them. It was a gambling booth for betting on the results of today's competition. Speaking of the competition, in addition to the exhibition match between Zuo Zhicheng and Xiao Changhe, the competition was divided into two parts.
One was the performance competition between the dojo masters, which was mainly for advertising purposes. Several dojo masters would compete on the stage to show off their skills and promote their dojos. This martial arts competition would be held tomorrow.
The other part was the competition between the students. This was also the competition that Zuo Zhicheng and Jiang Qing had signed up for. This was the competition today.
The third day was the official establishment ceremony of the association and the award ceremony of the competition.
The gambling booth in front of them was obviously to bet on the results of today's competition between the students. Zuo Zhicheng didn't need to look to know how high the odds of him winning would be.
At this moment, a fat man shouted, "I'll bet 1000!"
1000 gold coins was the amount of money an average household could earn in a year. Hearing Fatty's words, everyone looked over, wanting to see what the other party would bet.
The fat man, Zhou Xingyun from the Research Martial Arts Hall, said, "Xiao Changhe will win the exhibition match."
Tsk! Boos could be heard. Xiao Changhe's chances of winning were almost set in stone. Moreover, with the odds, even if they bet a thousand dollars, they would probably only earn a few dollars.
Seeing the people of the Haoran Martial Arts Center glaring at him, Zhou Xingyun shrugged at them. Then, he looked at Zuo Zhicheng's eyes and shook his head. With a look of pity, he turned around and left.
"This damn fatty!" Hoodlum and the others gritted their teeth.
Then, Zuo Zhicheng and the others came to the door of the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club. They saw a huge ring that almost covered the entire street. A few martial artists who wanted to show off their skills in front of the crowd were already practicing in the ring.
Below the ring, people from more than ten martial arts centers each occupied a space. Countless spectators were also gathered together. The sound of firecrackers, noise, cheers, and all kinds of noises mixed together and filled everyone's ears.
"Let's go over."
However, just as they took a few steps, two big men from the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club walked over and blocked Zuo Zhicheng's way.
The two men had brown skin and were tall. Judging from their brown eyes, they didn't seem to be from Da Qi State.
"You're from the Haoran Martial Arts Center, right?" They pointed to a secluded corner at the back and asked, "Where are your seats?"
When the two men led Zuo Zhicheng and the others to the seats arranged by the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, the students were a little angry. Among the 18 martial arts centers, their location was obviously the worst. Not only was it the furthest back from the ring, but they couldn't even see half of the ring from the angle.
Immediately, some people started complaining.
However, Jiang Tien-cheng waved his hand and stopped the students behind him. "Forget it. If you want to watch later, just find a good seat."
"Khantes …" Zuo Zhicheng looked at the two big men and thought, "Xiao Jingyang shouldn't be so petty. This kind of thing must be done by Xiao Changhe."
As he thought about this, he looked in the direction of Xiao Changhe, which was where the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club was located. Xiao Jingyang hadn't appeared yet. Only Xiao Changhe and a few other disciples were standing there. In addition to the disciples he had seen before, there were more than ten Khantes.
The leader of the group was especially tall. He was almost two meters tall. His face was resolute and his lips were very thin. He looked like a robot. Especially his two thick arms, which were almost as thick as an ordinary person's thigh.
As for the strength of these people, the purple Innate Qi on Xiao Changhe's back had reached 12%. It seemed that he had worked hard these few months.
However, what surprised Zuo Zhicheng even more was the Khantes, who was more than two meters tall. The purple Innate Qi on his back had reached 30%.
Although it was only 30% of the Innate Qi on his back, it was still far from Zuo Zhicheng's. However, to everyone present, it was already the highest level of physical fitness. It was even slightly higher than Xiao Jingyang's.
"There's a problem …" Without spiritual energy and food, an ordinary person could only reach this level after cultivating for more than ten years. This was under the condition that they were a master teacher, talent, techniques, and hard work.
Zuo Zhicheng secretly memorized the man's appearance. He already had the idea of investigating him.
After more than half an hour, the masters and disciples of the 18 martial arts clubs arrived one after another. The competition between the 18 clubs had finally begun.
First, Xiao Jingyang went on stage to give a speech. Naturally, he talked about promoting the spirit of martial arts and promoting the martial arts of Da Qi State. However, what everyone didn't expect was that Xiao Jingyang had even invited the son of the mayor of New Continent City, Yao Youwei, to watch the competition. Beside Yao Youwei was Miss Qing, who had appeared with him the last time.
The girl was still as fair and flawless as before. Her jade-like face and slender figure made people want to hold her in their arms. As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of countless men.
Jiang Qing looked at Zuo Zhicheng and saw that he wasn't staring at her. She secretly heaved a sigh of relief. However, when she saw Hoodlum and Dazui Huang looking at Miss Qing in a daze, and her father also couldn't help but take a few more glances, she couldn't help but snort and secretly curl her lips.
On the stage, Xiao Jingyang naturally didn't know why Yao Youwei was here. He only wanted to invite an ordinary official who he was friends with.
Therefore, after speaking on the stage for a few minutes, he said to Yao Youwei, "Young Master Yao, why don't you come up and say a few words?"
Yao Youwei was talking to Miss Qing and was interrupted by Xiao Jingyang. He immediately looked unhappy and waved his hand to reject Xiao Jingyang's invitation.
Naturally, no one present dared to force him. Xiao Jingyang pretended that nothing had happened and continued to speak. Then, the masters of the 18 martial arts clubs went up the stage together.
It was unknown whether it was intentional or coincidental, but Jiang Tien-cheng was also arranged to a corner on the stage. From the beginning to the end, no one allowed him to say a word.
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