Full-time King

Chapter 2286 One in a Million

When Ling Feng heard this number, he couldn't help but take a breath. According to the description in the information, the number of borrowed venues for the preliminary rounds was exactly one hundred, no more, no less.

Each registration point has 500 people, which means 50,000 people. This number is nothing compared to the total population of China, which is over 1 billion. But in the preliminaries, it is a very large number.

Ling Feng nodded in his heart. No wonder the preliminaries took a whole month. It was not an easy task for all 500 people in each stronghold to compete, not to mention that only the top three in the entire preliminaries would be selected.

This can truly be said to be one in a million.

Ling Feng understood. This is how the hidden sects of ancient warriors publicize their strength among the most powerful people. This way, they can maintain a certain deterrent power and a certain mystery. It is really a good strategy that kills two birds with one stone.

Ordinary people who are able to be invited can be said to have reached the pinnacle of ordinary people. Of course, there are reasons why they can achieve such achievements. The hidden sects of ancient martial artists can even replenish fresh blood through this method.

Li Han took the order and left, holding in his hand a form.

Near noon, Li Han returned with a pile of forms. Ling Feng took a quick look and saw that they were at least half a person's height.

"Why so many?"

"I was afraid that they wouldn't be enough, so I printed a thousand copies."

Ling Feng was somewhat speechless. During the conversation with Ding Ming just now, Ling Feng did not avoid this group of superpowers. Li Han was indeed cautious enough, but there were too many of them.

The preparations were not complicated, but there were many trivial matters that kept Ling Feng and the others busy. Of course, he couldn't just prepare tables and chairs for the three referees like Ding Mingyan said. He had to at least prepare tea and water for them, right? He also needed to prepare some pens. Ling Feng didn't think that every one of them would remember to bring their own writing pens when registering.

Fortunately, Li Huaitian left behind some disciples. Even though Li Huaitian disappeared, most of these disciples stayed and continued to practice martial arts.

Ding Ming was not very old, but he handled things in an orderly manner. Ling Feng admired him in his heart. This young man was quite good. He was worthy of being a young man from a big sect who could experience training. At least the disciples of Tenglong Martial Arts School were slightly inferior to him.

Ling Feng always felt that something was missing in the martial arts gym, but now things were disorganized and extremely busy, so Ling Feng could only suppress this thought and continue to prepare for the preliminaries.

By the time Ling Feng was almost ready, the three ancient martial arts masters who served as referees had already arrived at the gate of Tenglong Martial Arts School.

As the host, Ling Feng of course needs to go to the door to greet them.

The three old men arrived directly at the gate of Tenglong Martial Arts School in a luxurious car, and Ling Feng greeted them with a smile.

These three old men all looked very impressive, but their faces did not look very good.

Ling Feng stepped forward quickly and performed the etiquette between ancient martial artists: "The arrival of the three seniors brings honor to Tenglong Martial Arts School."

When the three of them saw Ling Feng, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes, and their complexion became much better at the same time.

"I feel a little sorry for bothering you to come and greet me in person."

Everyone carried the fancy sedan, Ling Feng was polite and of good status, and as fellow ancient warriors, there was no reason for them to put on a sour face.

Ling Feng was delighted. It seemed that these three people were not difficult to deal with. Ling Feng was really afraid that he would be assigned three people with strange tempers to be referees. Fortunately, Ling Feng's luck was pretty good.

The three old men looked at the spacious open-air martial arts arena. Although Ling Feng's preparations were very hasty, everything was complete. The three old men nodded in satisfaction.

After the host and the guest were seated, Ling Feng spoke again: "It is almost noon now. Do you three seniors need to eat?"

"No need... We had already eaten when we came here. My friend, there is no need for so many worldly etiquettes. How can we ancient warriors be like ordinary people and eat and drink before doing anything serious?"

One of the old men smiled and said jokingly.

"Haha, I wonder if the three seniors have anything else to prepare?"

Ling Feng laughed dryly and said indifferently.

"No, this is good. I don't know what sect you came from, but your strength is quite impressive."

The three of them didn't seem to take the preliminaries seriously at all. Instead, they were much more interested in Ling Feng himself than in the preliminaries.

"I am from Xuan Dao Sect. Have you three elders heard of me?"

The three old men looked at each other blankly. Xuan Dao Sect, what kind of sect is that? There are not many sects of ancient warriors, but there are not a few either. They dare not say that they know all the sects, but they have heard of most of them.

But this sect that Ling Feng mentioned was the first time they had heard of it.

Of course, the three old men did not doubt that Ling Feng's words were false.

After all, Ling Feng's surging fighting spirit could not be faked, he must be a young talent that only a hidden sect could have. As for the cultivation methods of the eight major families, they all had flaws, and the three old men naturally knew it well.

Secondly, since the sect alliance has chosen this place as the venue for the preliminary round, it means that the opponent must be someone from a hidden sect. There is no doubt about that.

"Ahem, I've heard a lot about you."

One of the old men laughed it off and avoided the embarrassment.

Ling Feng was not at all displeased. If he had to blame anyone, he could only blame the faction for having been in decline for a long time. It was normal for others not to know about it.

"Three seniors, our sect hasn't participated in the Rookie League Tournament for a long time. Do you think I can sign up?"

"That's natural."

They had no difficulty in getting Ling Feng to sign up. After all, they would be staying here for more than a day or two.

Ling Feng took out a pen and paper and started filling in the form.

The registration form was very simple, with only a few items. Name, sect affiliation, contact information, and so on. As for things like gender, they were not included in this form. It can be seen that ancient martial artists are more practical than some parts and will not do so many superficial things.

Ling Feng finished filling out the form, "Is that it?"

"Haha, my friend, just remember your number. You will be given an ID card tomorrow."

One of the old men picked up a brush and wrote the big Chinese characters "Wuxu No. 1" in traditional Chinese characters on the blank space on Ling Feng's form.

Ling Feng could understand it. Wuxu is the counting method of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and it happens to be number thirty-eight.

After noon, the street where Tenglong Martial Arts School is located gradually became lively.

Two thin, dark-skinned young men with their upper bodies naked came nearby. They were dressed quite strangely, with yellowed cloth strips wrapped around their fists and knees.

"Brother, this should be it."

"Yes, Tenglong Martial Arts School. According to what we inquired about, it is on this street. Let's go."

Not long after they walked in, the sign of Tenglong Martial Arts School came into their sight. They looked at the people who were about their age coming and going, their eyes filled with solemnity.

"Brother, can these two invitations really help us become stronger? Although the martial arts school here looks good, but..." The younger people asked the older people, their eyes full of doubt.

"Shanpan, do you still have any questions for the master? The master is the king of Muay Thai. Didn't the master tell us before we left? The strength of ancient warriors is simply beyond our imagination. If we can gain their favor, then..."

Before his senior brother finished speaking, Shanpan's eyes were already shining.

They are the descendants of the king of Muay Thai, and their skills are rarely rivaled among their peers. Muay Thai is different from other boxing styles in that it truly demonstrates the principle that young and strong boxers are more vulnerable to attack. Although they do not have as much experience as their own masters, their fighting and charging momentum has even surpassed that of their masters.

With these two disciples, their master is very pleased and is also respected as the Grand Master of Muay Thai. A Grand Master is not only outstanding in his own strength, but more importantly, he must be able to train more outstanding disciples to obtain this honorific title.

After receiving the invitation this time, the master who usually remained calm in the face of adversity was so excited that he drank three large cups of wine in succession. He sent his fellow disciples to the capital of the Celestial Empire early and told them to register according to the requirements of the invitation and not too early or too late.

He was very experienced and knew that some ancient warriors had strange personalities. It would not work if he arrived too early, and it would certainly not work if he arrived too late. He would definitely do the right thing by abiding by the rules in the invitation.

So, just after noon, Shanpan and his senior brothers rushed to the gate of Tenglong Martial Arts School.

Tenglong Martial Arts School was already bustling with people at this time. Everyone entering and leaving was a young man. They all had one thing in common, which was that they were filled with murderous aura.

Shanpan looked at them carefully for a while, then said with a serious expression: "Brother, these people are so strong."

The senior brother nodded: "Yes, no wonder the master always said that if we can participate in the competition invited by the ancient warrior, even if we can't get the favor of the ancient warrior, our strength can be further improved."

Shanpan said eagerly: "Master was defeated in the past. Our strength is almost the same as Master's. Maybe we can really get the top two."

The senior brother was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Junior brother is right, but I don't know what form the competition will take this time. I hope it will be the same as the match between Master and Master, a one-on-one duel, so that we can play to our greatest advantage."

"It doesn't matter if we fight in a group, Brother. If we join forces, who will be our opponent?"

Shanpan said proudly that he was truly a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger.

The senior brother didn't want to lose the momentum of his family, so he just nodded and said, "Let's go in and sign up."

The two brothers walked into Tenglong Martial Arts School with their heads held high, and saw those who were of similar strength to themselves queuing up obediently to receive forms. Each of them was either squatting on the ground or lying on a place where they could write, filling out something attentively.

After all, the preparations were too hasty, and Ling Feng had not considered that it would be inconvenient for them to write. Fortunately, there were only a few items on the form, so it didn't take much time.

Brother Shanpan watched and saw that the people who had filled out the form quickly went to the other side to pay the form. The whole process was very orderly.

The two people also lined up obediently and soon received their exclusive forms. The young man sitting behind the table knocked on the table and said to them in a formal manner: "Fill out the form and hand it in at another place. The competition will be tomorrow afternoon."

Shanpan took the form and opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but the young man said impatiently, "Those who can't read will be disqualified. There's a pen next to it, go get it if you need it."

Illiterate, what a joke.

Poor in literature but rich in martial arts, this is not a joke. These people whose personal strength is at the peak of ordinary people, although they can't say they are well-educated, they can still read.

At that moment, Shanpan felt that he was looked down upon by this young man and wanted to say something, but his senior brother cleverly pulled the corner of his junior brother's clothes and said that making trouble here was obviously not a wise move.

At this moment Shanpan remembered his master's solemn advice to him not to upset those ancient martial artists, otherwise they would be killed on the spot. He had no choice but to endure it, because although their master was the king of Muay Thai, he did not have the ability to avenge them.

Two people took pens and started filling in the form, imitating the others.

"Luckily, Master hired someone to teach us Chinese characters, otherwise we wouldn't be able to fill in the form."

Shanpan looked at the form he had filled out crookedly and said with considerable satisfaction.

The Chinese characters of the Celestial Empire are said to be the most complicated in the world. At first, Shanpan did not want to learn it, but was forced to learn it by his master using tough means. Perhaps the old man had already thought of this.

The senior shook his head and said, "Come on, let's go and submit the forms. Hopefully we can get a good number."

The two of them lined up again to hand in the forms. It must be said that although there seemed to be a lot of people, the line was quite fast and soon it was their turn.

After handing in the form, the martial arts disciple opposite them, who was wearing a short shirt, wrote down the number, tore off the stub, put the original in a sealed box, and said to the two of them, "Remember your number. Don't make a mistake."

Carefully putting away the palm-sized piece of paper, on which were written the codes of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, the two brothers nodded.

It seemed that this person had a good attitude, so the senior brother boldly asked, "What form will this competition take?"

"Well, I don't know either. You'll know when you come here tomorrow afternoon."

The martial arts school disciple was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said.

This question has not been explained yet, so he naturally doesn't know.

The two brothers' registration is just a small microcosm among hundreds of people.