Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 24 The Finals Are Coming
"Brother Qi, is what Coach Zhang said true? You have only been practicing martial arts for ten days?"
In the small private room in the cafeteria, Yan Qing stared at Qi Ji in confusion, as if he was looking at a monster.
Du Xishan was also incredulous beside him. He held down Zhang Zizai who wanted to drink, and asked again with wide eyes: "Zhang Zizai! Don't tease me! What's going on!"
"Is there something wrong with your ears or your comprehension ?" Zhang Zizai's smug expression made him want a beating: "It's the same even if I ask a hundred times. Qi Ji, this kid, probably didn't even touch a knife half a month ago!"
Du Xishan and Yan Qing turned to look at Qi Ji. Qi Ji awkwardly put down the bowl he was eating and nodded slightly at them.
Boom!
Yan Qing banged his head on the table, feeling more depressed than ever before: "I always thought I was the number one ... but now I'm a complete clown." The self-esteem of the 16-year-old boy was completely shattered in front of the monster.
Du Xishan put his arm around Zhang Zizai's neck and said, "Old Zhang, our relationship has always been pretty good, right?"
Zhang Zizai glanced at Du Xishan and said warily, "What are you doing? Just say it!"
Du Xishan chuckled: "I see Qi Ji is using a knife, and you are using a sword..." He rubbed his hands. "I happen to be good at knife skills, how about..."
"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Zizai pushed Du Xishan away: "Qi Ji is my last disciple!"
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A few days passed in a flash. During this period, Qi Ji practiced with Yan Qing during the day. When he restrained his strength, he was still able to fight with Yan Qing for a few more rounds just by relying on his skills. In fact, if he suppressed his strength, his skills and combat sense were not as good as Yan Qing. He could only rely on his ruthlessness cultivated from many real sword fights to narrow the technical gap between the two.
At night, Qi Ji fought a life-and-death battle with the giant swordsman in the Tower of Transcendence with all his strength. After the degree of transcendence increased significantly, Qi Ji, whose physical fitness was greatly enhanced, could now confront the giant swordsman head-on without being defeated. Without the power suppression, the giant swordsman could no longer control Qi Ji like before, and became the perfect sparring partner for Qi Ji to adapt to the changes in his own strength.
Through continuous practice, Qi Ji's skills became more and more proficient, and the day of the final competition finally arrived.
Early in the morning, Qi Ji, who had fought fiercely with the giant swordsman all night, finished washing up early.
As soon as I left the hotel, the bus from Zangfeng headquarters was already waiting at the door.
Qi Ji looked up and saw Zhang Zizai in the car nodding at him, while Yan Qing was waving at him through the car window with a very excited look on his face.
He tightened the weapon bag on his back, took a deep breath and boarded the bus.
Because Qi Ji was the only one staying in the hotel and was the last member to get on the bus, after he got on, Zhang Zizai directly signaled the bus to set off. The driver started the bus steadily and drove towards Tianhai City Stadium.
In the car, Zhang Zizai and Du Xishan stood next to the driver at the front of the car and clapped their hands to attract the attention of a group of young people.
Qi Ji looked around and found that the only people who were ready to compete with their own weapons were him, Yan Qing, and six other young people, all of whom looked to be around 20 years old. Correspondingly, each contestant was accompanied by a coach, and a few logistics personnel, with a total of about 20 people.
At this moment, everyone looked seriously at the team leader - Zhang Zizai.
Zhang Zizai said calmly: "Young guys, first of all, let me make it clear that those who can represent Zangfeng's headquarters in the rookie competition are undoubtedly all below the professional third dan level. You are all the best among the younger generation."
Yan Qing, who was next to Qi Ji, nudged Qi Ji with his elbow, winked, and made the shape of "but" with his mouth.
This kid is so naughty.
"But!" Zhang Zizai continued, "What you are going to face next are talented players from all over the country who have been carefully trained by well-known martial arts clubs for at least a year. None of them are easy to deal with, so you all have to pay attention. In every battle, you must go all out and fight as if it were your last. Show our hidden power and style!"
Zhang Zizai in front kept talking. Qi Ji pretended to listen carefully, but he had actually been distracted for a long time.
He looked out the window silently. The bus was quickly passing through the urban area of Tianhai City, the iconic metropolis of Daxia. In the early morning, Tianhai City was gradually waking up with the office workers who went out early.
"If there was no Tower of Transcendence, I would have been working quietly like this too."
Qi Ji thought back to himself half a month ago. After graduation, he worked very hard in the Internet industry, working overtime day and night. He didn't dare to stop even when his body collapsed. Although the money he earned seemed to be a lot, it was enough for him to live a carefree life and even save a little. If he worked for a few more years, he could even save enough for a down payment on a house in the city center...
Faced with such a life, Qi Ji couldn't help but clench his fists slightly, and looked at the weapon bag placed next to his seat.
Working from nine to five, punching in and out at work, working overtime to hand in homework and getting bonuses, this is what life is like.
And use the sword in your hand to compete with martial arts players from Daxia, the international community, and the world for the title of the strongest.
If you had a choice, which one would you choose?
While Qi Ji was thinking, he suddenly felt Yan Qing nudging him a few times with his elbow. He looked over questioningly, only to see the little Yan Qing sticking his mouth forward.
"Qi Ji, didn't you sleep well last night?" Zhang Zizai asked with concern in front.
Qi Ji scratched his head and said with a smile: "No, I was distracted just now. Are you calling me, Mr. Zhang?"
Zhang Zizai nodded. If others were distracted, they would be severely beaten by him, but Qi Ji was different. This was a treasure!
Then he said, "Just now I wanted to tell you that although I asked the others to go all out in every battle, you and Yan Qing don't have to do the same. If the opponent is not strong, try to restrain your strength and hide your skills. You are all going to be in the top three, so don't let your strength slip away."
Qi Ji and Yan Qing looked at each other and agreed at the same time.
After dealing with Zhang Zizai, Yan Qing poked Qi Ji: "Brother Qi, are you nervous?"
Qi Ji examined himself and replied uncertainly: "It seems that I don't feel nervous at all. How about you?"
Yan Qing's knees trembled slightly up and down, and he fiddled with his fingers with his hand, his face looking a little unhappy: "Before competing with you, I was not nervous at all. After losing to you, I feel a little stressed for no reason."
Qi Ji saw Yan Qing's expression, laughed when he heard it, and rubbed the little guy's head with his hand: "Don't be nervous, I will definitely be the first, you just need to compete with others for the second place."
Yan Qing couldn't help but vomit: "Ugh, Brother Qi, your confidence really makes me feel a little bit cocky."
As they chatted and laughed, the bus slowly drove into the parking lot of Tianhai City Stadium.
