dkrc Chapter 8 I want to fight
Chapter 8 I want to fight
The Heroes' Gathering in Chu and Xiang.
The annual grand event in Chu Xiang City was originally intended to discover talented young people within the city.
After the prefect personally requested a visiting card, this year's Chu-Xiang Heroes Gathering gained popularity that was not originally his. Heroes from all over the country gathered together, making the arena originally prepared for Chu-Xiang seem rather small.
Fang Weihan explained to the two, "This Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering has always been a defensive battle."
"After the champion defeats a challenger, he/she can have a rest period of up to one hour. The champion wins when no challenger steps up the stage for one hour."
"If it's just physical exhaustion, that's fine, but if you get injured, an hour isn't enough to recover."
Sheng Wansong frowned and said bluntly, "In this kind of format, those who go out first are basically cannon fodder."
"Cannon fodder? Does that refer to the ashes after a shell explodes? Brother Sheng's choice of words is truly profound."
Fang Weihan laughed and said, "However, what Brother Sheng said is correct. Those who go first are often just juniors who want to test their skills, or guards who want to pave the way for their masters."
Duang~~
Accompanied by the trembling sound of a gong, a burly man with a ruddy face and rough hands jumped onto the arena.
"My name is Wang Hu of the Tiger Martial Arts Hall. My fellow practitioners have given me the nickname 'Red-faced Tiger' out of respect. I am honored by the Prefect's favor in appointing me as the arbitrator for this Chu-Xiang Heroes' Gathering."
He clasped his hands in greeting to the prefect, who was sitting in the shade, and continued in a loud voice, "I'm sure everyone is aware of the rules, so I won't go into detail."
"I hereby declare the Chu-Xiang Heroes' Gathering open!"
Even though they called "start," no one went up on stage; everyone was just watching.
Seeing this, Fang Weihan said in a low voice, "In the past, the Chu Xiang Heroes Gathering would last for two or three days. This time, with so many talented young people here, if someone deliberately delays the meeting, it may not be over for ten days or half a month."
"Too slow."
Sheng Wansong didn't have the patience to waste time here, so he immediately leaped up and Wenwen landed in the center of the arena.
"Brother Sheng, it's you?"
Fang Weihan was so shocked that her jaw dropped.
With such a long distance and so many people in front of him, how could he jump across in one go?
I've been showing off my knowledge of the martial arts world to Brother Sheng for so long, but it turns out he's the real deal when it all comes down to him.
And isn't the Chu-Xiang Heroes' Gathering supposed to require prior registration at the government office? Brother Sheng, have you registered?
Fang Weihan scratched his head in confusion, while An Lan looked on with anticipation, waiting for her master to display his divine power.
In her view, it was impossible for humans to defeat God.
Seeing that it was a scholar who came on stage, Red-faced Tiger was not surprised, as it was not uncommon to see swordsmen dressed as scholars in the martial arts world.
"Who's up for the challenge?"
"Qingfeng Academy surpasses Wansong."
The assistant to the prefect opened the register, searched for a while, and said, "There is such a person."
What school or sect does Qingfeng Academy belong to? Nobody outside of Chu Xiangcheng knows.
Red-faced Tiger breathed a sigh of relief. If no one came up on stage, he would have to send his own martial arts school's disciples up.
According to the rules, if no one steps up into the arena within an hour, the winner will be Sheng Wansong.
With the first one to take the lead, the Heroes' Gathering finally officially began.
Before Sheng Wansong could wait even an hour, the first challenger arrived on the field.
"This junior, Chen Yi, from the Ankang Martial Arts School of Chu Xiangcheng, greets Your Excellency the Prefect."
Unlike Sheng Wansong, he first greeted the prefect, then the arbitrator Wang Hu, followed by his opponent Sheng Wansong and the audience.
Ultimately, if one doesn't focus on the invitation from the Famous Sword Manor, the biggest benefit of the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering for ordinary martial artists is simply to showcase themselves.
The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing.
Out of basic respect between people, Sheng Wansong patiently waited for him to finish speaking before asking, "Are you done?"
"Brother Sheng, I've kept you waiting."
Chen Yi cupped his hands in a fist salute and then assumed a fighting stance.
Seeing that Chen Yi was ready, Sheng Wansong immediately rushed forward, instantly appearing in front of him and delivering a palm strike, gently sending him off the stage.
To onlookers, Sheng Wansong moved like a ghost, his movements without the slightest change, arriving in front of Chen Yi in an instant as if he had shifted position. If it weren't for the change in location, everyone would have thought that it wasn't him moving but Chen Yi running in front of him.
"What superb lightness skill, what exquisite palm strikes!" Red-faced Tiger's eyes lit up, and he asked loudly, "Scholar, do you need to rest?"
"Need not."
Sheng Wansong shook his head. "Next."
"Iron Palm Sect Master Shen Ci, I'd like to learn from your superior skills."
Displacement, a slap.
"Next."
"Xie Zhang of the Eagle Claw Sect has come to seek guidance."
Displacement, a slap.
"Next."
In less than half an hour, Sheng Wansong had already defeated ten people in a row.
"Brother Sheng, are you really not going to rest?"
After Sheng Wansong defeated ten people in a row, Chimianhu's attitude towards him became noticeably more amiable, and he even changed how he addressed him.
The magistrate looked worried. "We held the Chu Xiang Heroes Gathering to discover talented people who can be used by the court. This Sheng Wansong defeated everyone in one move. How can we tell who is talented and who is incompetent?"
"That's not quite right," the prefect said, stroking his beard with a broad smile. "I think Sheng Wansong is a rare talent, and he should be employed by the court."
"After today's match, go and invite Elder Zhang from Qingfeng Academy out. He and I are old classmates. It's too estranged for us to not have a meal together in ten years, even though we live in the same city."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The competition on the stage continued.
"Who is this Sheng Wansong, and how is he so powerful?"
"I just inquired and found out that Qingfeng Academy is a local private school that only teaches reading and writing, not martial arts."
"Brother Zhang, are you going to go?"
"No, no."
Most participants' goal is simply to make an appearance and gain some fame; if they're lucky, winning a few matches in a row would be even better.
But now, if they go on stage, they'll be instantly defeated. Forget about reputation, they'll lose all face. One by one, the martial arts practitioners in the audience are having second thoughts.
"Hmph, a bunch of cowards."
Those born into powerful families possess a confidence that the others lack.
"Senior Brother Yuan Tai, let me test his strength for you!"
A Wudang disciple leaped onto the arena, drew his sword, and pointed it at Sheng Wansong, saying, "Yuanbao of the Wudang Sect, I'd like to learn from your superior skills."
Sheng Wansong remembered him; he was the one who threw the chopsticks.
Since he delivered himself to our doorstep, we shouldn't be polite; we should teach him a lesson.
This time, Sheng Wansong did not make a move immediately, but stood still and waited for his opponent to make a move.
Upon seeing this, Fang Weihan guessed, "After all, they are disciples of a major sect. Even Brother Sheng wouldn't dare to act rashly."
"Brother Sheng? Are you perhaps acquainted with Sheng Wansong?"
"That's right!"
Fang Weihan's nose twitched up. "Of course! Brother Sheng and I are sworn brothers. We compose poems, travel, drink, and make merry together."
Hey.
Just as Fang Weihan was about to continue bragging, he suddenly felt a pain in his knee. Looking down, he saw that An Lan had jumped up angrily and kicked his knee.
"You are not allowed to tarnish your master's reputation!"
"?"
Fang Weihan was puzzled. He had boasted a bit, but he hadn't said anything about ruining Brother Sheng's reputation.
Just then, Shang Yuanbao made a sudden move. He strode forward, his long sword flashing coldly, and used Wudang swordsmanship to pierce Sheng Wansong's heart.