Volume 16: The Wheel of Reincarnation Chapter 27: Debut
"Great! As expected of a romantic gentleman, this flying flower technique is truly dazzling, and it makes people feel like they are seeing butterflies fluttering among the flowers. It creates a different charm among the flowers. It's rare, really rare. This challenge is of great value, and I am very pleased."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Along with the exaggerated voice of the commentator, the young man in white clothes with a gentle smile bowed to the boy in front of him who had an unwilling look on his face.
The defeated young man in black's face turned pale and blue, but he didn't say anything. He just spat honestly, then slowly climbed down from the platform, and then ran back to his master's sect in shame amid the boos of many martial artists, where he was met with cold eyes and scolding from his fellow disciples.
In the eyes of those brothers who had been training for a long time, there were countless opportunities to defeat the showy and charming young man in the previous match. After all, the current martial arts have not yet reached the supernatural realm. The so-called flying flower body skills are just high-speed circles and constantly digging out some fragments to interfere with the vision. The audience below can see it clearly, and the stage is just because the young man is a little flustered, so this allows the charming young man to take the bargaining chip.
The so-called Young Talents Conference is just like this. After all, everyone has not learned martial arts for a long time at this time. If you practice martial arts rashly when you are too young and your bones have not grown well, you will only become a bunch of lame people and dwarfs. After the bones are almost ready, it will take quite a while to strengthen the muscles and bones and strengthen the body. A lot of martial arts theories are stuffed into the brain, but there is no way to integrate them. The so-called Young Talents Conference is actually mostly for these young people to have a broader space, and for the people of this era to practice more and lay a good foundation.
After all, to be honest, there are only so many people in this world, and there are only so many people who practice martial arts. We see each other all day long, and it's not good to make things too awkward. Maybe when you were a kid, you were seen wearing open-crotch pants by others. It's okay for everyone to spar with each other, but you must never hurt the harmony.
Therefore, the Young Talent Conference has always been filled with a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.
These young and energetic teenagers in the underground are fighting for a little inexplicable survival, but the real old guys are chatting and laughing on the stage, telling each other interesting anecdotes and stories about their own chassis. While getting to know each other, they are also testing each other's strengths and weaknesses. After all, although they are as close as a family on the surface, they are essentially in a competitive relationship. There is no problem in communicating with each other, but to say hello to each other is too contemptuous of other people's IQ.
"Hey, looking at these young people, I can still vividly remember the scene when I participated in the Talent Conference. My master was sitting in my position at that time. He was very disappointed with me and felt that I had no chance to defeat Huang Chouzhen, the Yellow Heavenly Demon. When I think about it carefully, it has been almost 30 years . This is the regret of my life."
"If your lifelong regret is that you couldn't defeat Huang Tianmo, then why did you commit adultery with his wife fifteen years ago?"
"You can't blame me for this. I originally had no feelings towards Xiu Ning, but that Huang Tianmo was so overbearing and tyrannical..."
"Hey, stop talking nonsense. Old Zhang asked me for our Shengyang powder, and I thought he was going to do something . But after seeing the appearance of Huang Tianmo's wife, I realized that he was meeting his lover in the middle of the night. But Huang Tianmo is pitiful. Twenty-five years ago, he was fighting with someone and accidentally twisted his foot and fell on his head. Now he is a vegetable with a concussion. You two dogs and bitches are doing shameless things in front of others. You really don't know how to write the word shame."
"Alas, the evil cult monsters are to be killed by everyone, and now there is no need to think about the old friendship. It seems that it is time for me to open my two benevolent seals for my old friends. I will give you another chance to reorganize your words. Think about it first, and then speak."
Although the people on the rostrum seemed to be incompatible and angry with each other, they were actually maintaining basic restraint.
Because even though the people on the rostrum were shouting and shouting, they were actually the same contestants from the previous competition or the previous competition. After all, the Youth Talent Competition was held every five years with generous prizes, and they all had their own information and data, and were very familiar with each other.
The martial arts world seems to be incompatible with good and evil, but in fact both sides are keen on doing this kind of fighting business. If you are beaten, you have to apply ointment and hire people to deal with it. This actually costs money. It is better to just do a ruthless fight when everyone is hot-blooded, which basically fulfills the wishes of their ancestors. Now they themselves have become ancestors and become part of the background board of these young talents. While they are envious, they also keep expressing their own inferences.
"I think the winner this time might be the Huajian faction."
"Not necessarily. I think Wumengmen has a good chance of taking the lead."
"Haha, it seems like you don't take the Canglang Sword Sect seriously..."
However, when many old friends were bragging to each other about business, a muffled sound was heard in the distance.
"Boom!"
Very heavy and stuffy.
It was as if some giant drum was being struck very hard, far away from everyone.
Everyone present couldn't help but frown and subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from.
"What's going on? Someone's beating the drums?"
"I don't know. It seems that there is no such arrangement."
"What's going on..."
Many elders whispered to each other, showing puzzled expressions, as if they were wondering why such a strange sound appeared.
However, this dull sound did not stop with the others' surprise. Before everyone could continue watching the game, the dull drumming sound came again in the distance.
"Boom!"
"…seems a little closer."
The elders looked at each other, but before they could say anything, the next drum beat interrupted them.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The dull drumbeats became more and more rapid, and gradually became continuous.
But before everyone's attention was completely focused in that direction, everyone's ears heard a series of noises that were completely different from the drums, like something breaking. And in the next moment, all the noises and the drums merged into a harsh explosion.
'--boom!!!'
