My projections are all the roots of the Holy Spirit

The Zixia City Youth Martial Arts Cup starts in August every year and ends at the end of September.

The competition is divided into two major stages.

The first major stage starts in mid-August.

Using a tournament system, it will take a week to select the top sixteen from countless applicants throughout the city. This stage will end before the end of August.

Martial arts is the most popular sport in the world.

Second only to the otherworldly immortal way...

Just don’t mention it.

For people in small cities, martial arts is something they can really come into contact with.

Therefore, every time the Martial Arts Cup begins, it is an unprecedented event with countless applicants.

Of course, most of them signed up just for a hobby.

Some people who have just stimulated their energy and blood, and have not even tempered their bones, will sign up to join in the fun.

Therefore, the first major task is to eliminate these fakers and select the sixteen strongest people.

At this point, it is the second stage that the city is paying attention to in September.

This stage is also called the official competition.

In order to gain greater attention and ratings, the official competition will no longer be conducted in a tournament system, but will be held once a week to determine the top eight, top four, and champion and runner-up.

Four rounds a month, once a week.

Every official competition will be watched by thousands of households, and the champion of each session will also gain huge popularity and influence.

In the same way, the martial arts gym or organization where the champion belongs will undoubtedly become the biggest winner in the next year.

The reason why Li Hengxin paid such a high price was because he wanted to make friends with Xu Jun, but he also wanted to use Xu Jun's power to advertise the martial arts gym.

It's just that the advertising fee is a bit expensive.

Although Xu Jun agreed to Li Hengxin's request and represented the Thunder Martial Arts School in the competition.

But he didn't take this matter to heart, but continued to study, play, and practice martial arts step by step every day.

Moreover, he spends at most one hour every day on martial arts.

The purpose is not to strive for excellence, but just to not regress.

As for those things like taking the next step forward...

Xu Jun is very self-aware and knows that he is not the material.

In a blink of an eye, it’s mid-August.

On this day, in the first-level training room of the martial arts gym, Xu Jun finished practicing and pushed out the door.

Ever since he showed his innate sword sound in the martial arts gym, Li Qiankun took the initiative to move him to a first-level training room, and never mentioned the cost again.

In front, Li Qiankun was waving to him with a smile on his face.

Brother Xu, the battle list is out. You will start the first round the day after tomorrow.

Xu Jun opened his watch and received a battle list.

In order to prevent strong dialogue in the qualifiers, the strong ones will be eliminated. Therefore, the qualifiers are conducted in a group stage system.

According to the number of applicants, in each round, a group of eight to ten people will compete in a melee, and the last three people standing will advance.

And so on until the top thirty-two are determined.

Although it is inevitable that strong players will make mistakes or be eliminated by being surrounded, but that is a small probability.

The qualifiers will not be broadcast publicly due to the uneven quality of players.

After all, no one wants to see ten novices beating each other in the ring with bastard fists. It would be too embarrassing for the organizing committee.

Xu Jun just glanced at it.

Well, except for himself, he didn't know any of these nine people.

Then it'll be fine.

Thank you, I understand. I will compete on time the day after tomorrow.

Li Qiankun nodded and said: Brother Xu, in fact, for you, you don't have to worry about the qualifiers at all. You don't need to be so cautious.

Xu Jun was startled and asked, What?

Li Qiankun looked solemn and said: You only have one hour of practice time every day. If I guess correctly, you should keep yourself in the best condition at the cost of giving up continued progress.

Xu Jun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

However, with the sword's heart being clear, he reacted immediately.

Therefore, Xu Jun nodded slightly with a serious face and said: I promised Hall Master Li that I will go all out.

Li Qiankun was quite moved and said: Brother Xu attaches great importance to the promise, and Qiankun is grateful. However, we hope that this participation will not cause any trouble to you. You should make cultivation your first goal, and not just because of it. A small loss, a big loss, will drag down your martial arts future.

Xu Jun's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to himself.

Of course I understand this truth, but unfortunately, after one and a half months of practice, he came to a frustrating fact.

That is, no matter how hard he tries, his own swordsmanship level remains at this level.

Originally, it was the unity of man and sword, that is, the union of man and sword.

Originally it was the innate sword cry, it was the innate sword cry.

It only takes one hour of practice every day to maintain the feel and not to deteriorate.

But if you want to make progress, you really have to think too much.

Through this incident, he fully understood.

That's what your talent is, whether you work hard to practice it or just mess around, there won't be any difference in the result.

In this case, if he continues to work blindly, he will be a real fool.

I understand, thank you Brother Li for your kindness. Xu Jun said seriously: However, I can't go against my own principles, so I can only accept your kindness.

After saying that, Xu Jun smiled slightly and left gracefully.

Li Qiankun hesitated to speak, but looked at his leaving figure and sighed.

Sword repair.

This is the real sword cultivation.

A promise is worth a thousand gold, and the heart of the sword is as strong as iron.

While feeling deep admiration, Li Qiankun was also determined.

Xu Jun must be tied to the chariot of his martial arts school.

Making friends with such a swordsman is the most reassuring thing.

Two days later, Xu Jun followed the prompts on his watch and came to the arena wearing the competition uniform provided by Thunder Martial Arts Gym.

Although it is a qualifier that will not be broadcast, even if it is just the relatives and friends of the contestants, it is not a small number.

Xu Jun queued for an hour, and finally it was their group's turn to play.

The arena is not small, more than enough to accommodate ten people.

But after there are ten people, there is not much room for activities.

In the first draw, people from the same martial arts school will not be grouped together.

Therefore, Xu Jun was the only one from the Thunder Martial Arts School in the arena.

Among the ten people, there was a man with a height of two meters, a dark complexion, a strong build, and muscles as solid as iron that stood out the most.

Everyone on and off the stage paid close attention to him.

A man approached Xu Jun and whispered: Hey, little brother, when the meeting starts, let's work together to knock down the big black guy.

Xu Jun was startled and said in surprise: Hit him first?

Doesn't it mean that in such competitions, there is usually a tacit agreement to defeat the strongest player first?

And if the strongest person is too strong and cannot be beaten, they will each make small moves to try to be the three people left on the stage.

However, when Xu Jun looked at the big black guy, he didn't think that this guy was better than him.

However, he only hesitated for a second, then nodded heavily and said, Okay, hit him first!