I am a living immortal.

Chapter 341 Let's Fight

In the martial arts world, there are no losers, only weak ones.

The weak are never worthy of being remembered, only the strong can stand at the top. The world is like this, where the strong prey on the weak. It is cruel, but for most people, it has long been commonplace.

In the real world of martial arts, losing often means death.

So no one wants to lose, everyone wants to live.

After the rules were explained, the crowd had few objections. Old Goat and his companions didn't leave, and were invited into a private room. This was the ultimate treatment: tea, pastries, even a dedicated attendant, and a view of the competition venue.

This venue is not just a one-off.

The prince plans to build it into a martial arts holy land. Only those who have been to Jiading Prefecture can be considered truly powerful.

Tying the martial arts masters to the martial arts tournament subtly influenced the martial arts world. Once this concept was established, nothing else was needed; people would naturally come here to be screened, either standing out or becoming lost in the crowd.

This would serve a similar purpose to the imperial examinations, selecting talented individuals. The opening of those martial arts academies was likely influenced by the prince.

This is a long-term plan: to let more people practice martial arts, then select them, and then use them for our own purposes.

This prince really spared no effort in following the plan.

Sometimes, the old goat still admires the prince. He must have a very deep brain, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of all these aspects. But what the old goat doesn't know is that these aspects are not all what the prince thinks. There is a kind of people called staff.

……

The next day, the martial arts tournament opened grandly.

On the streets of Jiading Prefecture, everyone, whether they had free time or not, rushed to the venue. Walking the streets, especially the fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers, who were already at an age of longing for the venue, were now extremely excited.

"Go! Go! Go!"

They couldn't wait for the competition and ran to call their friends to watch.

In some academies, only a few people are still reading the books of sages, but it is unknown whether their minds are still on the classroom.

The teachers shook their heads helplessly as they looked at the empty lecture hall. They had already had a premonition yesterday, and perhaps they still held onto a hope today, but the reality was so helpless.

Most of them have already escaped, and the remaining half probably won’t be able to learn.

The master gave a wry smile and said, "Let's all go."

This inexplicable sentence made the remaining few people who were pretending to be serious look up suddenly, as if to confirm.

&34;What are you waiting for?&34;

As soon as these words were spoken, he rushed out with a "crash" sound, amidst the voices of "Goodbye, Master." This is what it means when a building is deserted.

The teacher laughed and scolded a few times, then slowly followed him out with the book in his hand. He also wanted to take a look.

The Jianghu wasn't exactly a place of coolness, but it was mysterious and rare. With it exposed so openly before everyone, how many people could resist such temptation?

After all, people have a desire to explore the mysterious.

The masters also understood this truth. Perhaps only by seeing it, they would not be so obsessed with it. After so many years of reading, a few days of reading would not make a difference.

Outside the venue, there were huge crowds of people, even more than the Shengjun Temple Fair.

A few days ago, vendors were fighting over a stall, leaving them with bruises and bloodshot faces. Today, they were pushing all kinds of snacks and sunflower seeds, and the aroma of burnt seeds was hard to ignore.

The rich and powerful stayed in the private rooms, while ordinary people were happy to pay a dozen coins to get in and watch the fun. As for the younger children, there were no such restrictions; they could just blend in with the crowd and get in. After all, planting a seed of martial arts in the youngsters was part of the plan, so no one would take it too seriously.

Jiading Prefecture is a city that values ​​culture, and dozens of important officials have emerged from here.

With the martial arts tournament now underway, the Crown Prince is intent on building a martial arts sanctuary, integrating both civil and military virtues. Within the greater Yu region, Jiading Prefecture's future status will undoubtedly be exceptional. The first person to benefit from such a city is the prefect, a significant political achievement.

The key is that the prince can succeed.

However, Chen Tao looked at the old goat and felt that the prince might end up in trouble. No, that was not the right description. He might be tortured to death by the old goat.

The moment he dragged Old Goat into the mix, his plan threatened to fail. This prince was too clever and too confident, wanting to use everyone as a stepping stone for Dayu, hoping to get rich quick. If you had the strength, there was nothing wrong with that, but if you didn't, you'd be ripped apart.

In fact, this plan that is linked together is successful, but sometimes variables are bound to exist.

Suddenly, for some inexplicable reason, he felt quite pitiful for the prince. After all his planning, he had finally met the old goat, and he wasn't sure if he could pull it off. He had to blame himself, his cleverness backfiring. He had already warned him, so he had to bear the consequences himself, no one else to blame.

In fact, Chen Tao should be thankful, otherwise, given the prince's strength, he might really be able to take over the entire martial arts world. By then, Dayu's martial arts world will truly belong to the martial arts world.

Now, he already knows the ending, and at least he has something to think about.

This is good, at least in his heart he prefers to let the world belong to the world.

Sitting in the private room, looking at the ring.

A middle-aged man in tight clothes was standing in the center of the ring. His voice was like a huge bell. No matter how far away he was, the sound was very clear to his ears.

No nonsense, just talk about this and that and start fighting directly.

&34;Yellow number thirty-one versus yellow number forty-four.&34;

&34;Come!!!&34;

The young man, number 31, was shaking with energy, and with a whoosh, he flew through the air. Seeing his arrogance, the other man snorted coldly, unsheathing his long sword, a cold gleam in his hand.

Before the audience even started fighting, the two figures collided in mid-air. Without any further ado, fists and swords collided, making a "pa pa pa" sound.

The air exploded in the rapid beating.

The other man's long sword was about to chop the man in front of him in half. The sword rubbed against his palm and cut the man's cheek, and blood spurted out...

The battle on the field was unexpected, but the bright red spots instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the audience.

"Good!!!"

I don’t know who shouted, but the shouts that came one after another almost blew the roof off in an instant.

The passionate screams were infectious, affecting everyone, including the two competitors on the field. The man whose cheek had been sliced ​​open suddenly quickened his legs, kicking aside the incoming blade. A palm, like a flying dragon, reached the chest of Huang Zi Forty-Four. The palm struck the opponent's chest.

The sound of bones breaking was unusually obvious amidst the screams.