C46 The Sound of a Bell and Drum That Hadn't Sounded for Three Hundred Years the Sound of the Bell a

The five great fighting stages were located in the center of the Martial Arts Arena. Eight figures walked up to each fighting stage. The Nalan Family of the city master's mansion was the leader. The eight of them stood on the highest central main fighting stage, looking down on the crowd. The other four fighting stages were the Gu Family, Lin Family, Wen Family, and the Nonsectarian Cultivators with Qiu Lan as the leader.

At this moment, in the direction of the Nalan Family, next to the city master Nalan Xiong, an old man stood up and his eyes fell on the fighting stage.

"Today's Martial Arts Competition is to test the strength of all the outstanding disciples in Yangzhou City. Therefore, there is no need to show any mercy. Those who lose can admit defeat, and the battle will be over. If you don't admit defeat, the battle will continue until one side completely falls, regardless of life or death."

As soon as the elder finished speaking, the hearts of the crowd started to shake. He didn't want to admit defeat. He didn't care whether he was dead or alive. How cruel.

Some arrogant Fighters valued their face extremely, especially when they admitted defeat in defeat. Thus, very few people would deliberately admit defeat. Even if they were no match for them, they would continue to fight and defend their honor. Although they were defeated, it was still glorious.

However, the old man's words made those people think twice. It meant that there was no limit to the fights. If the two sides were equally strong and refused to admit defeat, it meant that they wouldn't stop until one of them died. They would have a deep hatred for each other.

"Brilliant." Many people praised him in their hearts. The old man obviously represented Nalan Xiong's intention, and doing so would only benefit the Nalan Family. After all, the City Master's Mansion was the host this time, so how could they dare to kill his men in the City Master's Mansion? However, the other people were different. It was very likely that there would be a life and death battle, which would cause the hatred between the two families.

Nalan Xiong wanted to cause conflicts between the other families through a Martial Arts Competition. Although the other three family heads knew what Nalan Xiong wanted, they could only go in. Which one of them did not want their family to be high up and looked up to by the other families? Thus, their orders to the disciples of the family were naturally to strive for victory with all their might.

Moreover, the elder had said that if they couldn't win, they could admit defeat and end the battle, so the rules didn't seem to be a problem, and they couldn't refute it. Who would admit that their disciples were inferior to others?

"I've already obtained the name list of all the participating disciples in this Martial Meeting, and the arrangements for the battles will be decided by me. I wonder if any of the Patriarchs have any objections?" The old man's gaze descended onto the three Patriarchs.

"Hehe, since it's the arrangement of the city master's mansion, I will naturally agree." The patriarch of the Gu Family, Gu Qing, said in a clear voice, as if he did not care at all.

"In the past, the Martial Arts Competition was also hosted by the city master, so this time, it will naturally be the same." The head of the Wen Family, Wen Wen Man Yue, also said.

"I have no objections either." Naturally, Lin Badao would not object.

"Then, on behalf of the city master, this old man thanks the Patriarchs." The old man smiled at the three of them and announced: "From the first match of the Martial Competition, it will be an elimination match. The loser will retreat, and the winner will advance."

"Now, I will begin to announce the person who will be fighting. Those who are called will stay on the fighting stage. The others will wait below the fighting stage. On the main fighting stage, Nalan Feng from the Nalan Family will fight against Wen Xin from the Wen Family. On the eastern fighting stage, Gu Yun from the Gu Family will fight against Lin Wu from the Lin Family. On the southern fighting stage, Lin Yu from the Lin Family will fight against Wen Feng from the Wen Family. On the western fighting stage, Nalan Zhu from the Nalan Family will fight against Feng Qian. On the northern fighting stage, Duo Ming will fight against Gu Jing from the Gu Family."

Of the five fighting stages, ten people could fight at a time. Forty people only needed four battles to end, and half of them would be eliminated, leaving only twenty people.

Those whose names weren't called all walked off the fighting stage, while the ten people whose names were called all walked onto their own fighting stages.

"Hehe, Wen Xin of the Wen Family is really unlucky. She actually met Nalan Feng in the first battle. Although she is not weak, she can only be eliminated."

"I heard that Lin Wu of the Lin Family is not weak at all. He has already reached the Ninth Level of Qi Martial Stage. It seems that he will definitely be the winner of the Eastern Battle Stage."

"The Southern Battle Stage should be Wen Feng's victory, and the Western Battle Stage should be Feng Qian's. As for the Northern Battle Stage, although that Duo Ming was wearing a mysterious mask, when he faced Gu Jing, he deserved to be unlucky. There was no chance for him to win."

The battle had yet to begin, but everyone had already decided who would win and who would lose. After all, the young elites of Yangzhou City on the arena all knew a little about the difference in strength.

And Duo Ming, who was on the Northern Battle Stage, had also attracted the attention of the crowd. They had never heard of the Martial Cultivator with a silver mask, and it seemed that he had an extraordinary bearing. Unfortunately, they had met Gu Jing, and their defeat was already decided. It should be known that Gu Jing's strength was already at the peak of the Qi Martial Stage, and under the Spiritual Martial Stage, there were very few people who could be his match. And a person who was not famous in Yangzhou City would naturally not be able to defeat Gu Jing.

The crowd's predictions were quite accurate. Wen Xin, who had met Nalan Feng, had admitted defeat before the battle even began. Although face was extremely important, it was not shameful to admit defeat to Nalan Feng. If she were to fight, she would be courting death.

Victory and defeat were gradually decided on the east and west battle stages. As expected, Lin Wu, Wen Feng, and Feng Gan had completely suppressed their opponents. The battle would soon be over, but the battle on the north battle stage hadn't started yet. It made people speechless.

Especially Gu Jing. In this man's eyes, there was no Duo Ming at all. He treated him like air and kept his eyes on the other fighting stages, watching their battles. After all, he would soon enter the next round, so he naturally had to familiarize himself with the strength of the others.

"I won't be a match for Nalan Feng. I hope I won't meet her. Lin Wu and Wen Feng are easy to defeat. As for Feng Qian, he seems to be much stronger than before, but he can also be dealt with. There won't be any problem for me to meet the three of them in the next round."

Gu Jing muttered in his heart. He completely ignored Duo Ming, who was wearing a silver mask, and was already thinking about the next round of battle.

Finally, Feng Qian's palm landed on his opponent, Nalan Zhu. Nalan Zhu no longer had the strength to fight and surrendered. Everyone's eyes fell on the Northern fighting stage.

"It's over, so fast." The crowd exclaimed in their hearts. It seemed like the first round had ended just like that.

"Gu Jing, don't waste any more time." Gu Qing, the patriarch of the Gu family, said indifferently. His voice was arrogant, as if in reality, the strength of his own disciples could be dealt with at any time.

"Yes, Patriarch." Gu Jing replied. He then looked at Lin Feng and said indifferently, "Get out of my sight. I'm too lazy to do anything."

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back and wore a silver mask. Only his eyes and half of his face were exposed. No one could tell what his expression was.

Just like Gu Jing, he had been observing the battle. Since the other party was not in a hurry to attack, there was no need for him to be in a hurry. As for Gu Jing's arrogance, Lin Feng was already used to the arrogant faces of those so-called geniuses.

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to get the hell out of here, and if I did, maybe you wouldn't even have the right to get the hell out of here, and I'd just kill you."

When Gu Jing saw that Lin Feng did not respond, he frowned and said. The members of the big families had always looked down on the so-called geniuses of the Nonsectarian Cultivators. Without the nurturing of the big families, how could they become great? He looked down on the nameless Nonsectarian Cultivators like Lin Feng even more. Therefore, Gu Jing looked down on Lin Feng.

"Get out before I change my mind." Lin Feng spat out a sentence, causing everyone's gaze to freeze. Immediately after, someone sneered, thinking to himself, Is this person crazy?

Only the few people who came with Qiu Lan did not laugh. In their eyes, Lin Feng was very mysterious and powerful. Even Wu Xiao could not withstand a single blow from him.

"Gu Jing, you have a hard time." Feng Qian, who had just won, said to himself when he saw the situation here. In his opinion, Gu Jing's actions were courting death.

However, at this moment, Gu Jing's face was ugly. He did not expect that an unknown person would dare to speak to him in such a manner. He was the second strongest person in the Gu family, the strongest people below the Spiritual Martial Stage, and was highly regarded by the family.

"Help him." Gu Qing shouted. His voice was cold and indifferent, causing everyone's expression to freeze. They thought to themselves that Lin Feng was finished. It was obvious that Gu Qing wanted Gu Jing to kill Lin Feng.

"Alright." When Gu Jing heard the anger in the Patriarch's voice, his figure flashed at an extremely fast speed. He didn't even give Lin Feng a chance to admit defeat.

"Mad Fist!" Gu Jing shouted. The wind from his fist was extremely terrifying, as if the air itself was being torn apart by his fist.

However, Lin Feng remained as unmoving as a mountain. Just as the Wild Fist was about to reach him, a bright light covered everything as a sword light descended from the sky.