Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 72: A Battle That Will Become a Legend (Introduction)
"Welcome everyone to the Great Summer Weaponry Professional League Rookie Grand Prix!"
Before entering the venue, the huge sound of the loudspeaker was already echoing and vibrating in the corridor. Along with the host's voice, there was also the noisy buzzing sound created by tens of thousands of people.
Qi Ji walked silently forward in the passage, followed closely by Yan Qing, Zhang Zizai and Du Xishan.
Everyone remained silent, only the tapping of footsteps could be heard.
The passage that seemed a bit long in the past seemed particularly short today. I reached the end before I was mentally prepared.
The bright sunlight shone at the exit. Qi Ji suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.
"Qi boy, come on!" Zhang Zizai's heroic voice rang out.
"Xiao Qi, come on!" Du Xishan's clear voice rang out.
"Brother Qi, defeat Bai Tianhe and win the championship!" Yan Qing's energetic voice rang out.
Qi Ji looked back at a few people, nodded heavily, and strode towards the exit!
"Let's go! Go win my first championship in life!"
As light and darkness alternated, Qi Ji's figure appeared at the entrance of the contestant channel. The event organizers, who had been prepared, immediately locked the camera on , and Qi Ji's handsome face appeared on the big screen.
boom!
In the packed auditorium, all the audience spontaneously cheered and shouted for Qi Ji's appearance, and wave after wave of cheers resounded throughout the stadium like a tsunami.
Qi Ji raised his head, smiled brightly, and waved generously in all directions to respond to those who supported him.
"Contestant Qi Ji has appeared! Let's give the warmest cheers to today's protagonist!"
The host's voice sounded at the right moment, stirring up the cheers that had been fading away.
Qi Ji took a deep breath, and a fragrance of grass mixed with the smell of earth came from the football field.
What a satisfying feeling!
Tens of thousands of people cheered for him, hoping that he could present them with an exciting and fierce match.
Is there any better option than responding to their expectations?
Fear the tower beyond, and thank it again.
Qi Ji's mood suddenly became clear. Even if he was defeated in the increasingly powerful Tower of Transcendence in the future, that was his destiny.
At least now, through the Tower of Transcendence, he has become a powerful man that everyone admires, and he will become stronger and stronger.
The crowd cheered for him.
Friends cheered for him.
His opponents gnashed their teeth for him and couldn't sleep at night.
Those geniuses and strong men made Qi Ji full of interest.
Defeating them and taking away their glory, that feeling is so great just thinking about it.
Thanks to the Tower of Transcendence, he was pulled out of the quagmire of being an "ordinary person", and a different world was shown to him, allowing him to see different scenery.
It even opened a door to the extraordinary for him. Although it was just a crack, when he looked through the crack, he could see a unique view inside.
A moment later, Qi Ji came to his rest area amid the cheers of the audience.
Just as he sat down, suddenly, the whole audience burst into a roar that was no less loud than when he appeared on stage just now.
"Bai Tianhe is here!" Yan Qing said.
Qi Ji looked up and saw that the images on two of the four large screens had turned into another person besides him.
He has a slender figure and ordinary looks, but possesses a pair of sharp sword eyes. Surrounded by the sharp sword intent, he looks like a peerless divine sword.
Bai Tianhe walked out from another contestant channel. Besides the middle-aged uncle who was usually his entourage, there was also an old man with a big beard following him.
"Let us welcome the Sword Master Bai... Oh my god!"
As the host suddenly lost his voice, the camera focused on the old man next to Bai Tianhe. He was an old man who looked to be in his sixties. He was wearing a short-sleeved cloth shirt, tall and strong, with a distinctive large bunch of gray-white beard spreading from his chin to his chest, and his expression was contented.
It was the living legend, the Sword Master of Great Xia—Yu Chengen!
There was a moment of silence in the stadium, and then it erupted into what might be the most exaggerated and violent roar in the history of this stadium!
All the audience stood up from their seats, clapping wildly, shouting wildly, and hitting everything they could with their hands.
The old Sword Saint was quite cooperative. He looked up at the camera, grinned and waved.
Almost all the audience members shouted themselves hoarse.
It’s no wonder that the audience lost their composure. After all, that was the Sword Saint Yu Chengen!
Although Daxia martial arts developed relatively late, its performance in most international martial arts competitions is relatively mediocre.
However, in the international martial arts ranking competition, the top three people are called Sword Saints .
And one of these three invincible sword masters in the world is Yu Chengen!
It’s not that no one has challenged the positions of these three sword masters, but that all the ninth-level challengers have failed, which has led to their current status.
The same goes for Yu Cheng'en. He started from the lowest ranking and defeated all the players ranked above him with overwhelming force, and became one of the three poles of the world's military world.
Then, relying on his two-handed sword, he single-handedly held on to the title of Sword Saint for another ten years.
How could it not cause a sensation when such a figure appeared in the Tianhai City Stadium filled with martial arts enthusiasts?
Qi Ji was shocked. Why would old man Yu Chengen be willing to come and watch a game like the Rookies Game where novices compete with each other?
No matter how you look at it, the old Sword Master doesn't seem like the kind of person who would go to the competition to cheer for his apprentice, right?
But they just came.
Qi Ji didn't think too much about it. The competition was about to begin. He carefully maintained the meridian nourishing method and concentrated on maintaining his condition.
"Oh my god! I didn't expect that Sword Saint Yu Chengen would come to our finals. It seems that Sword Saint Yu is very concerned about his apprentice's finals!"
"Let us once again thank Mr. Yu for coming. Next, let me briefly introduce the competition system and rules for today's competition."
The host's voice calmed down: "Today is the last game of the rookie competition, the championship battle. The rules are very simple, it is 'fight to five'. The first player to win five rounds will win the game outright!"
"Each round is still carried out according to the general rules. The player who scores ten points first wins. Then both sides rest for a sufficient amount of time before starting the next round!"
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After the host introduced the rules of the competition, time slowly came to 9 o'clock in the morning.
"Both contestants please come on stage immediately, the competition is about to begin!"
Qi Ji had already put on his protective gear. He greeted Zhang Zi and the others, then strode onto the stage amid a chorus of blessings.
On the other side of the stage, Bai Tianhe had already put on his white protective gear. He seemed to be encouraged by Sword Saint Yu Chengen, then he put on his helmet and slowly walked onto the stage .
In the sky, there was a loud rumbling sound, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning, and a large dark cloud gradually formed above the stadium.
"It seems that the weather is not good." Qi Ji held the knife in his hand and smiled lightly without taking a fighting stance.
"No, this weather is perfect for the two of us to have a decisive battle." Bai Tianhe expressed an idea that was completely different from Qi Ji's.
Then, he held the sword in both hands, stood straight, and slowly raised the two-handed sword, with the tip of the sword pointing at Qi Ji.
This posture is a bit like the long point style in Meyer swordsmanship.
As the posture was complete, Bai Tianhe's sharp aura emanated violently.
The sword intent soars into the sky!
Impacted by Bai Tianhe's sword intent, Qi Ji felt as if he was surrounded by thousands of sharp swords, with the tip of each sword pointed at him, as if they could turn him into a hedgehog in an instant.
"Good! Very good!"
Qi Ji suddenly laughed happily, and suddenly picked up the knife and put it on his shoulder.
Single blade! Shoulder blade!
Stimulated by the opponent's sword intent, Qi Ji's fearless and ferocious power burst out!
The power is overwhelming!
Two figures, one in white and one in black, stood silently facing each other on the stage, their invisible auras intertwined with each other.
