Full-time King

Chapter 2319: The Race Begins

Time flies. On the day of the Rookie League Tournament, it was held in the largest arena in Kyoto. In the arena, many spectators were eager to see the start of the Rookie League Tournament.

When the host of this rookie league game started, the official competition kicked off.

Before the game begins, everyone will sign a life and death agreement. The arena is like a battlefield, and it is not as simple as just stopping at the right time. Accidents are bound to happen.

Now that the game hasn't started yet, everyone has already started betting on who will win between Qin Yu and Xia Nuo.

Ling Feng has a competition today. He doesn’t know who his opponent is, but he will definitely win.

Ling Feng sat aside and watched the game. This match was between Xia Nuo from Qianqing Sect and Qin Yu from Mingye Sect.

Ling Feng and Xia Nuo had met before in the preliminaries. They had agreed to compete in the rookie competition. Now it was his competition, and he wanted to see Xia Nuo's ability to see if he could be his opponent.

Xuanyuan Hong is now on the judges' panel. Of all the contestants here, his favorite is naturally his apprentice, but there are also a few younger generations whose strength is not inferior to Ling Feng. Ling Feng's performance in the trial some time ago made him curious. Ling Feng's fighting spirit was cyan, but that night's fighting spirit was white.

Xia Nuo and Qin Yu both took out their weapons and began to fight. When the referee announced the start, the two attacked each other.

Qin Yu held a jade flute in his hand. If it weren't for his short hair and modern clothes, one would have thought he had traveled back to ancient times. The jade flute collided with his lips, producing a clear melody. These melodies can be used as lullabies when the music is gentle. If the music is very lethal, it will be fatal.

Xia Nuo's weapon and Qin Yu's complement each other so well that they could play together. He is a grown man, but he actually plays the piano.

At the beginning, the two were evenly matched, but gradually, one of them began to be unable to hold on. Qin Yu played the flute, which required lung capacity. Lung capacity can be increased through exercise, but there will always be times when you can't breathe. Xia Nuo was different. He used his hands, which obviously gave him an advantage.

The sound of the piano became higher and higher, forming a fighting spirit in the air.

Qin Yu's fighting spirit was obviously weaker than Xia Nuo's. The result was clear. Xia Nuo won this competition.

Qin Yu stopped playing, which meant he had given up.

Shanuo stopped plucking the strings.

The referee finally announced that Shano won.

Ling Feng watched the two of them compete, and there was no passion at all. If the competition was not played, it would not be fun. However, he still had to admit that the fighting spirit formed by Xia Nuo's piano music in the air was very strong. If he really encountered it, it would be a very difficult problem.

When the host announced that Ling Feng from Xuandao Sect and Qian Ye, the young master of the Qian family from one of the eight major families, would enter the competition.

People outside the venue began to place bets, betting on who would win between Ling Feng and Qian Ye. If Qian Ye won, he would pay 10 to 1. If Ling Feng won, he would pay 2 to 1.

When Ling Feng heard the two-for-one compensation, he couldn't help but sigh, it turns out that Xuan Dao Sect is not as valuable as the so-called eight major families.

It was the first time for the audience outside the venue to hear of the Xuandao Sect. Because there had not been such a sect participating in the past few decades, many people placed their bets on Qian Ye.

On Ling Feng's side, only Sun Youwei placed a bet, which was also to support Xuan Dao Sect. He put most of the sect's money on it.

Ling Feng and Qian Ye entered the competition venue.

Qian Ye is the young master of the Qian family, so naturally the equipment he has is not bad.

The weapon in his hand is a bronze sword, about 50 to 60 centimeters long, with delicate dragon patterns carved on the hilt and beautiful patterns carved on the blade. The blade of this sword is very sharp. But compared with his sword, he still thinks his sword is cooler. His sword can be assembled and changed, while this sword is just good-looking.

Qian Ye looked at Ling Feng and said, "You should also show your weapon."

Ling Feng pinched his nose, looked at Qian Ye with disdain and said: "You are awesome for forcing me to take out my weapon."

"Boy, you have to have a limit to your arrogance, otherwise you will suffer." Qian Ye said angrily, looking at Ling Feng.

Xuanyuan Hong looked at Ling Feng and thought, hey, this kid is really good at provoking. But if he doesn't like provocation, then there will be nothing interesting about this competition. Deliberately making the opponent angry will make it more exciting later.

The referee blew the whistle and the competition officially began.

Qian Ye took a stance, ready to attack.

Ling Feng looked at Qian Ye's moves and thought they were so vulgar. What kind of cool move was this?

Ling Feng didn't make any moves. He just stood there, waiting for Qian Ye's attack.

Qian Ye’s sword was pointing straight at Ling Feng’s chest.

With a clang sound, Ling Feng directly blocked Qian Ye's sword.

The audience was stunned when they saw this. When did Ling Feng have a protective shield on his left wrist?

This is a shield, the Ling Shield, which Ling Feng refined when he hunted the monster in the children's park some time ago. He didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

At this moment, Ling Feng watched the time carefully, concentrated his strength on his right hand, and then punched Qian Ye in the lower abdomen. This blow was more powerful than the last one he used on Long Qing, and he had put all his strength into it.

what……

All that was heard was Qian Ye shouting, and then he slowly fell to the ground, spitting blood.

Ling Feng felt really sorry when he saw his miserable appearance. He didn't mean it. He was just acting in self-defense to protect himself.

"Hey, can you still stand up? If you can, do you want to continue fighting me, or just surrender?"

Qian Ye was seriously injured because of Ling Feng's previous attack, but thinking of the Qian family's reputation, he had to protect the Qian family even if he died.

"Don't be too proud. I can still stand up. The punch you gave me just now didn't hurt at all." "Damn it, it hurts me to death." Qian Ye said, cursing Ling Feng in his heart.

Ling Feng looked at him like this, feeling no pain at all. He could actually say that he was vomiting blood, yet he was still trying to be brave.

"Okay, don't say I didn't show mercy." Ling Feng said, and then he punched him in the face. It looked pretty good at first, but this punch made his face bruised and swollen. When he goes back, I guess even his mother won't recognize him.

"You are despicable. You attacked before I was ready." Qian Ye pointed at Ling Feng and said.

At this moment, Ling Feng wondered if Qian Ye was mentally ill. He had to wait for the other party to be prepared before starting a fight. What kind of logic was this?

The audience watched Qian Ye being beaten by Ling Feng. There was no room for him to fight back. It seemed that Qian Ye's chance of winning was almost zero. All the money spent on him would be wasted.

But Qian Ye was not in a state of being beaten all the time. When Ling Feng was not paying attention, he stabbed Ling Feng with the bronze sword in his hand.

Ling Feng forgot for a moment and injured his arm.

When the audience saw this scene, they felt that Qian Ye still had a chance to win, and they all started cheering for Qian Ye.

Ling Feng heard people outside the field shouting "Come on Qian Ye!" and wanted to play with him, but he didn't expect Qian Ye to hurt him. Ling Feng was angry, and the consequences would be serious.

when--

The sword that was originally stabbing towards Ling Feng was broken by Ling Feng.

Qian Ye saw that his sword was broken. Without a sword, he could not even fight. Ling Feng could kill him with one punch.

Qian Ye saw that he had no chance of winning, so he begged for mercy: "Please spare me."

Ling Feng looked at Qian Ye. His master had said that one should not be soft-hearted towards the enemy, as sometimes being soft-hearted could lead to fatal injuries. Qian Ye had already begged for mercy, so he did not want to pursue the matter.

Ling Feng looked at the referee, "Referee, please announce the result of the match. He has already admitted defeat."

The referee blew the whistle and announced that Ling Feng won the match.

Ling Feng's victory meant that some people outside the venue had suffered a huge loss. Some even bet all their belongings on the chance to win.

Sun Youwei was very happy. With a one-to-two payout, he also helped the sect make a huge profit. This deal was really a good deal.

Qian Ye's grandfather, Old Qian's face was extremely dark. After all, his grandson was the most powerful person in the Qian family, but he was defeated by an unknown young man. It can only be said that he was not as skilled as others. Old Qian looked at his dying grandson and personally checked Qian Ye. Ling Feng was really ruthless. Qian Ye's face was swollen beyond recognition and his front teeth were knocked out. Qian Ye's Dantian suffered a serious internal injury. If he was not treated in time, he would not be able to continue practicing in the future.

After Ling Feng left the competition arena, he heard the old man's voice, "You fought beautifully in your first battle, you didn't slack off during this period and you practiced very hard, you deserve a reward. Your battle today earned enough face for our Xuan Dao Sect. Let's see who dares to say that our Xuan Dao Sect is just an ancient martial arts hidden sect that no one has ever heard of."

Ling Feng looked at the old man, and he really didn't know whether he was praising himself or insulting himself. His master could obviously make the entire Xuan Dao Sect as big as the eight major families, but his master was too lazy and didn't want to carry it forward. He smiled and said, "Old man, I found a very serious problem."

"what is the problem?"

"Old man, what you just said seems to have a different taste when it comes out of your mouth."

"You little brat, you are so disrespectful, don't you know how to respect your teacher?"

"..." Ling Feng was speechless. He actually respected his master very much, but his master was too frivolous.

"Master, I know I was wrong."

Xuanyuan Hong looked at Ling Feng's wound and said, "Go and treat your wound quickly, or you bleed to death. I won't be able to explain to my precious daughter."

After listening to his master's words, Ling Feng was speechless for a while. He told his junior sister something, saying that injuries were inevitable in competitions. When Ling Feng was about to leave the arena, Xia Nuo came over and said to Ling Feng directly: "Congratulations on winning today's competition. I don't know when it will be our turn to fight. If we can fight, I hope you can show mercy."