C9 Martial Arts Test

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A clear and long gong sound rang out. The bustling drill grounds suddenly quieted down. Regardless of whether they were spectators or participants, they all walked to the center of the arena at the same time.

In the middle of the arena, there was a large platform. It was a temporarily built battling platform. Right now, the person standing in the middle of the platform was the Minister who had accepted the Princess' consort within the imperial court.

At this moment, his heart was bursting with joy: registration fee, construction fee, miscellaneous fee, soldiers fee … He had already made a huge profit from all sorts of fees.

Standing on the stage, he looked down at the sea of people below him and said with a stern expression, "Everyone, welcome to the selection ceremony. On behalf of my Emperor, I offer you my sincere greetings!"

At this point, the audience burst into thunderous applause. Only Bai ZiAo acted as if nothing had happened, he was not one of the people of the High Court, so he naturally did not have such high enthusiasm for their emperor.

The applause lasted for a while. Seeing that it was about time, the official waved his hand to indicate for the audience to be quiet. After that, he continued, "Next up, let me introduce the rules of this Martial Competition. Due to the large number of participants in this martial arts examination, we decided to divide them into twelve groups, each group will choose three winners to enter our next written examination. The details of the division will be decided by you lot drawing lots later. There are no rules in the martial arena, so I hope that everyone will take care of yourselves. I hope that I can meet you guys again during the next round of written exams … "

The minister talked for a long time before he finally left the hall.

After he left, the already impatient crowd swarmed into the drawing lots. Those who took part in the Martial Competition were mostly those who had some skill. Therefore, battles would unavoidably take place during this process. Some people were stepped on and injured before even drawing lots, thus they lost their qualifications to participate in the Martial Competition.

Bai ZiAo was also squeezed hard enough, but luckily, with Old Meng's help, he was able to get to the draw.

"Congratulations, you are a member of the group. This is your lot." The soldier in charge of the drawing smiled and was polite.

This expression might not have been wrong in normal times, but now, facing such a crowded and messy scene, with such a smile, Bai ZiAo felt a little disgusted.

"Thank you very much." Bai ZiAo replied indifferently, then took his lot and left.

It was signed "Shen — 21".

When they were heading to the Shen Group area, Bai ZiAo could always feel an ice-cold gaze looking at him. But every time Bai Zi looked proudly, she found nothing.

"Maybe it's just an illusion." Bai ZiAo comforted himself, because he really did not know anyone here besides Old Meng.

However, after he entered the contestant preparation room, the feeling became even stronger.

Bai Zi turned around arrogantly and met his eyes. This time, the person did not dodge, but stared fiercely at Bai ZiAo.

"He was more than eight feet tall, but his appearance was extremely ugly. He had a huge belly and two round eyes. No matter how you look at him, he seemed like an obese fatty." Bai ZiAo thought about it carefully, as there was no one in his memory who knew or had seen such a fat guy.

That fat guy just kept staring at Bai ZiAo.

"May I know why this brother has been staring at me like that the entire time?" Bai Ziao was unnaturally glared, and took the initiative to walk over, politely asking the fatty.

"Humph!" Stop pretending to be garlic! " That fatty said fiercely, "You'd better not die in the previous competition. I will personally teach you a lesson!"

After the fat guy said this, he walked to the side, still glaring fiercely at Bai ZiAo.

Bai Ziao was a bit helpless, he didn't know what was going on, there must be something wrong with his mind, I don't know him, why does he keep staring at me, nevermind, no matter what he thinks, I don't care about him. He simply ignored the man and sat to the side, focusing his attention to rest.

After about a quarter of an hour, the name list for each group finally came out. After the participants from the Martial Arts Competition found out about their respective locations and groups, they all left the preparation room.

Bai ZiAo was no exception, his location was District B.

Although the princess' consort ceremony was aimed at everyone who came to the capital, even though the imperial court was full of talented individuals, there would still be good and bad ones. If they were people, then there would be good and bad ones. Amongst so many applicants, there were always a few who were in the thirdfoot type, or those who didn't know their own capabilities and wanted to get lucky. Fortunately, the first few contestants Bai ZiAo met were all of this kind.

It was either doing juggling in the martial arts world, or practicing a few fake handlebars. It was either looking very robust, but it was just an empty shell, or it was just an ordinary martial arts technique. There was nothing special about it … In short, Bai ZiAo relied on his "cat skill" and although there were one or two small twists and turns in the process, but he still passed more than ten tests in a row and directly entered the finals of B District.

However, along the way, Bai Ziao's self-confidence soared, under the approving eyes of the main examiner, he actually thought he had some ability.

"Next, let's enter the B region finals!" Number 21 and number 7 would be battling each other! Please take a break. We will officially begin in an hour. " A soldier announced in a loud voice to the entire B District.

Bai Zi walked back to the preparation room arrogantly and leisurely, she never thought that her mana and martial arts would be so high, what was there to worry about? The imperial court was only mediocre.

Bai ZiAo's opponent for the finals, number 16, was the fatty who had been keeping an eye on him all this time. Of course, he didn't know about Bai Zi Ao, but that fat guy already knew all about Bai Zi Ao's martial arts skills and commonly used techniques.

"Bai Zi Ao! You've harmed me. Today, I want you to return everything! " The fat guy sat at the other side of the preparation room, still glaring at Bai ZiAo.

As for old Meng, due to the preliminaries, he was not allowed to enter the viewing gallery. Right now, he was outside on the drill grounds, chatting and laughing with the people who came to watch the show. He didn't seem worried about Bai Zi's safety at all, even though he was the one who tricked Bai Zi into this competition field.

After the crowd dispersed, old Meng's expression suddenly became somewhat lonely. He took out the egg-like thirty-eight from his pocket, as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were talking to her, "Thirty-eight, thirty-eight, why do I feel like you've been with me for so long? Sigh, I wonder if it's worth it. "

Not finished, to be continued...