The martial arts in Lingzhou is at its peak, and even the most dandy disciples must study and practice martial arts diligently.
After all, without martial arts, there would be no human rights.
Li Wenhao hated his sons, not because they played too much, but because they were too useless in cultivation, which made him want to pass the family business to his nephew instead of his own son. This was the core reason.
The talents who attended the reception at the same time were, at best, highly accomplished and about to challenge the innate masters.
They all have some confidence in themselves and are willing to take the stage to challenge. Especially when Li Wenhao announced the rules of the competition, they seemed even more active and enthusiastic.
"In this competition, the one who remains is the king."
"Talents who are willing to participate in the competition can enter the venue one by one and find a suitable position."
"When the competition begins, all talents can use any method to push other warriors out of the arena without maliciously hurting anyone."
"Those who intentionally injure others or cause serious injuries will be eliminated directly."
"The last person left in the martial arts competition will be the most talented person in Lingzhou's martial arts."
Li Wenhao simply announced the rules, and the young talents present were all bright-eyed. Many of them felt that they had hope of winning the championship.
It's not that the strongest one wins, it's that the last person left on the field wins.
"Mingde, a competition is a competition. Why let them have a big fight? If something unexpected happens, I'm afraid my uncle won't be able to explain it to the nobles in Lingzhou." Li Wenhao frowned as he looked at the plan.
Such a big fight only increases the referee's control. Even though there are many experts in the Governor's Mansion, he does not dare to place bets easily.
"Uncle, we want to kill three people with two peaches, not give them treasures."
"If they are beaten and convinced, how can we do anything?"
"People will only be unconvinced when they think they can win but lose."
"I will fish in troubled waters in the fighting arena and make them hate each other."
Li Mingde is worthy of being the true successor of Zhishan Academy, and he is very good at controlling people's hearts.
Although what his nephew said was reasonable, Li Wenhao still felt a little sad.
"And Mingde, if you really plan to give away the [Houde Sword], it is a treasure."
After so many years of business, the Li family has only owned two such treasures, and one of them was stolen.
"Bao Wen has a spirit. When the Cui Family Master committed suicide with this [Honorable Virtue Carrying Sword] before his death, his deep resentment polluted the spiritual imprint in the sword, and even his mentor was unwilling to erase it."
Li Mingde also sighed. His mentor was a martial arts master from [Zhishan Academy], so he was naturally capable of erasing the resentment of the Cui family, but his mentor rejected his disciple's request after seeing the [Hou De Zai Wu Sword].
, and warned:
"Mingde, you are too smart in what you do. You must be aware that your cleverness can be mistaken for you."
"I would like to advise you, destroy this treasured weapon or throw it away. Don't try to take advantage of it again."
But any smart person is stubborn, and Li Mingde had no intention of listening to his mentor, but had his own ideas.
"Giving it away is also an opportunity."
"I made some tricks on this sword, so they can't use it even if they get it. After all, this weapon still belongs to our Li family."
"So good!"
Thinking that his nephew was toying with all the talents in Lingzhou to applause, the smile on Li Wenhao's face became even thicker. He raised his hand, waved it vigorously, and announced to the audience in a loud voice:
"The contest begins!"
The competition ground in the Governor's Palace is very large. It was originally a training ground for the guards. It is the size of two or three football fields. A huge circle is drawn in the center. This circle is the place for everyone to compete.
No one is allowed to use weapons, hidden weapons, poisons, gases, etc. that can hurt people. Use strength and tactics to push the enemy out of the circle. No matter how wronged the person is, they will be eliminated directly and lose their qualifications.
The circle is surrounded by Li Wenhao's personal guards, who have spent a lot of money to train them. At worst, they are highly skilled, and they are the private soldiers of the Li family.
Not only that, there are also several innate masters who stand in separate positions to prevent accidents. Li Mingde hopes that the talented people in Lingzhou will fight with each other, instead of falling into the root of the problem and resenting the Li family.
At Li Wenhao's order, the competition ground instantly became chaotic, and everyone was consciously clearing their opponents.
Seventy or eighty young masters piled into a large circle were still too crowded.
Bang! Bang!
Infuriating energy collides with fists and feet, and hand-to-hand combat dances with betrayal.
At the first moment, those who react slowly or find the wrong opponent will be ejected by the insidious opponent before they have time to prove themselves.
"Fanghui, eliminated!"
"Lu Siming, eliminated!"
"Cheng Yu, eliminated!"
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Those whose reactions were not sensitive enough and were knocked away by someone's plan were immediately rescued by the personal guards. Most of them only received minor injuries and did not even need to take any pills.
In order to ensure the safety of these noble people, Li Wenhao also prepared first-aid elixirs such as [Small Restore Pill], [Big Restore Pill], and [Flesh and Blood Regeneration Pill] in advance.
But the young masters who have failed now will never blame themselves. They only hate that their enemies are too cunning.
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"Fei Ping, you went back on your word, I will remember you!" Fang Hui gritted his teeth and hated him. Although he only entered Xiantian at the age of twenty-nine, he was considered a genius, but in the end he was tricked by the other party. He looked up.
Go, the other people who were eliminated were all good at accumulating energy, and he was the only one who was innate.
Unexpectedly, Fei Ping made a face.
"That's not because you are stupid and insist on being deceived by me. You deserve it!"
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In an instant, the young masters in Lingzhou formed countless grievances.
In less than half a quarter of an hour after Li Wenhao gave the order, more than twenty young masters were shot away.
The characters with no combat experience in the competition field were quickly cleared out, and the remaining people were all hexagonal warriors. They came from the major wealthy families in Linghu City. They had no obvious shortcomings, and there were no fools.
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"I am Gong Nanxing, the only son of Baicao Sect Master!"
"Those who help me, regardless of victory or defeat, I will give corresponding rewards according to their merits! The highest you can get is [Baicao Resurrection Pill]!"
Gong Nanxing is worthy of being a famous noble man in Linghu City. He is famous for his wealth, especially since he is an only son like Chu Qianqiu. He enjoys the resources of the entire Baicao Sect and scares other dignitaries who are not high-level enough as soon as he opens his mouth.
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The rich and powerful children in Linghu City are also divided into three, six or nine grades. There are sons of county magistrates, sons of prefects, and sons of chief envoys. To ordinary people, they are all nobles, but can they be the same?
It's definitely different.
The quality of their father determines their son's future and wallet.
As soon as Gong Nanxing shouted, some young talents who were not up to par with their father immediately realized that gifts from the Governor were not easy to earn, so they might as well directly join Gong Nanxing to make some extra money.
"Master Gong, we listen to you!"
At this moment, the young talent who was not strong enough to fight for his father turned into a loser.
"I am Ren Daoyuan, the son of Lingzhou rich man Ren Kai, the true successor of the College of Arts and Sciences. You all know me, right?"
"I am Fei Ping, the son of the Chief Envoy of Lingzhou..."
Li Mingde, who was secretly causing trouble, was dumbfounded. What does it mean that plans can't keep up with changes? Why did a good martial arts competition turn into a father-fighting competition?
What's happening here?
"Mr. Chu, let's also shout." Fan Yuxuan acted like a younger brother, while Chu Qianqiu quietly watched the performance at the venue, with no intention of participating.
Hearing Fan Yuxuan say this, he actually laughed, it was easy.
Just as everyone was forming cliques and instantly forming a team, Chu Qianqiu used his true energy to let everyone present hear what he said clearly:
"I am Chu Qianqiu, and I will only compete with the final winner."
"Others, please stop wasting your time. You have no chance of winning."