Opening an office in Taila

When Song Yufeng stood on the duel arena, he was completely confused.

What is this place? Why am I here? Where are the old Taoist priests?

Song Yufeng calmed himself down and carefully recalled the scene before he fell into coma. After Song Yufeng gave Jingyu and the others some precautions, Song Yufeng had just walked out of the office when he was attacked by the old Taoist priest without any moral ethics and lost consciousness.

This old guy, a centuries-old celestial master, came to attack a 19-year-old comrade like me. Is this okay? This is not good. In response to this, Song Yufeng could only be furious.

As for the place where he was, after careful observation, Song Yufeng understood what this place was.

The area around the arena was filled with flags with the word "Wu" written on them.

"Huh? Wu!" Now he understood. It turned out to be a martial arts arena. Looking around, there were so many spectators, almost all of the seats were occupied. Now Song Yufeng was even more certain that this was the martial arts conference of the capital! The martial arts conference of the capital was generally held every three years. It was a kind of selection method. In addition to receiving a generous bonus, the top scholar also had the opportunity to join the Great Yan Imperial Guard. This could be said to be the easiest way for ordinary people to join the Imperial Guard and achieve class advancement.

Even if you don't get the top spot, the second and third place winners will still make a lot of money, and they can also promote you and your sect for free, provide you with an official military position, and you may even become an instructor.

In addition, as long as you advance to the quarterfinals, there will be rewards. Even if you are eighth, you can get a bonus of 10 yuan.

But as the saying goes, high risk, high reward.

With such high returns, the risks are naturally high too.

This arena has no rules except for the two people fighting against each other and being able to freely choose their weapons.

In principle, killing is not allowed, but in recent years, the average death rate of contestants has still reached an astonishing 55%.

I never thought that this is the way to prove one's worth to the Emperor of Yan.

"First match! The players taking the field are Song Yufeng, number 8 from Longmen Wumenwupai! And Jian Heyuan, number 2 from Jiang Qicheng Badaomen!"

Then, a carefree Taoist priest slowly stepped onto the stage. His appearance was truly gentle, like jade, a truly handsome man in ancient times. He bowed and said, "Sir Song, hello. I am the leader of the Eight Dao Sects of Jiangqi City, my Taoist name is Guanyunzi. My fists and feet are blind, so please forgive me if I accidentally hit you and cause you harm."

Suddenly, cheers could be heard from the crowd of female spectators outside the stadium. It seemed this guy had quite a few female fans. Now, not only the sports world has fan clubs, but even the martial arts world has one too?

This made Song Yufeng a little unhappy.

The staff off the field were also talking about it. It sounded like this guy was still ranked eighth last year.

"Hehe, Master Kendo, similarly, I also hope that you won't blame me if I hit you."

"Donor, you are joking. How can I blame you? Please."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Heyuan immediately drew his sword, and then his steps were like a ghost, and he approached Song Yufeng in an instant. Song Yufeng did not panic, and took out the sword box, successfully blocking the sword. Then, Song Yufeng shouted loudly, and the Golden Crow Sun Wheel Blade immediately flew out of the sword box, automatically blocking Jian Heyuan's sword momentum, and forcing Jian Heyuan to retreat again and again.

Song Yufeng stretched out his right hand, and the knife flew back into Song Yufeng's hand. Seeing this, Jian Heyuan immediately closed the distance again. Song Yufeng was not in a hurry. Under the sunlight, the golden light had covered the entire knife, and the temperature of the air began to gradually rise. When Jian Heyuan's sword was less than 3 cm away from Song Yufeng, a wall of fire rose. Jian Heyuan was shocked and retreated quickly, but it was too late. Song Yufeng jumped out of the wall of fire directly and chopped his sword heavily with a knife. The sword melted in an instant, and he himself was almost shaken off the ring.

Song Yufeng did not give him a chance to breathe and immediately stepped forward to prepare for the attack. Jian Heyuan did not fight back. He dodged and immediately chanted a spell. Then, eight stone doors completely surrounded Song Yufeng.

"Give up, Song Yufeng. This is the unique skill of my Badaomen, the Eight Gates of Ninjutsu, which can stop Sheng, hurt Jing, and kill Jing!" Jian Heyuan said proudly, as if he was about to win.

The commentator outside the stadium also sighed repeatedly: "Alas, Song Yufeng made a series of stupid moves. Song Yufeng was fooled. Song Yufeng is in a disadvantageous situation. Song Yufeng's defeat is inevitable!"

However, Song Yufeng also smiled. He strode to a door, and then flames enveloped his entire body. The light emitted from his body made people think that a second sun had risen in the world. He raised the knife, and there was a faint phoenix entwined on it.

"The Golden Crow rises in the east, illuminating the heavens and earth; the Nine Phoenixes face the rising sun, bearing you with them!" Song Yufeng shouted, then swung his sword with all his might. The sudden, deafening crash forced everyone to cover their ears. The arena, seemingly undamaged after hundreds of tournaments, cracked completely. As for the Eight Gates, not a single slag remained. And Jian Heyuan had already been sent flying to the ground, unconscious.

The commentator was also confused. He had just said that Song Yufeng was doomed to lose, but Song Yufeng used his ultimate skill the next second. Damn it.

Helplessly, he could only bite the bullet and say: "Song, Song Yufeng won a great victory!"

Everyone present couldn't believe it, and the commentator even called it a dark horse, beating the eighth place from last time!

Song Yufeng put away the knife and walked down the ring silently. Although the ring was completely cracked, it was time to replace it with a spare one soon.

"Ah! Why did you hurt our Brother Jian!" An unknown "female monkey" in the audience shouted, and then many female audiences stood up to protest, and some men even stood up to scold Song Yufeng.

This group of brain-dead fans is really invincible.

Song Yufeng was too lazy to fight them, so he simply picked up a small stone and threw it hard at the audience seats. Although he missed, he smashed a big hole in the stairs next to the audience seats.

Suddenly, the field became quiet.

Song Yufeng pointed at the group of guys and laughed and yelled: "I'm fucking you, you bastards, come down and fight me if you dare, I'm telling you to fuck! You idiots, do you have completely underdeveloped brains, underdeveloped cerebellums, or have semen replaced brain matter, and orgasms replaced thinking? If you really have a problem, get out of here, I'll throw you into the slums of Colombia, and wait until you're fucked up and behave yourself."

After his crazy output, Song Yufeng went to the players' rest area with a big laugh, but no one dared to say a word.

Moreover, Song Yufeng also saw a familiar figure, the old Taoist priest. She seemed to be in the top seat of the audience, with a few guys sitting next to her. She must be a powerful person.

This damn old woman is playing dirty tricks on me.

Song Yufeng cursed inwardly and then sat down in his seat.

At this moment, in the audience seats on the platform...

"Your Majesty, what do you think?" The old Taoist priest asked the tall and mighty man beside him. This man was none other than the True Dragon Prince of Yan Country!

He pondered for a moment, then asked the soldier in imperial uniform beside him, "Coach, what do you think?"

The coach immediately spoke, "He's calm and composed in battle, incredibly powerful, possessing the strength to move mountains and sweep across the nine provinces. However, he doesn't have a set style of attack, relying solely on his own immense strength. However, judging by the information available, he's usually humble and friendly, never showing off his talents. Given time, he'll surely become a great talent, and his future is immeasurable!"

The emperor nodded, then carefully examined Song Yufeng's information, and then smiled and said: "Old Heavenly Master, if you and Song Yufeng fight with all your strength, can you win?"

"With 80% strength, you can take it down."

"What about the army? How many troops are needed to capture him?"

"In my opinion, one hundred and eight imperial guards plus ten heavenly masters are enough."

"Even so, how many people can do it? I'm very optimistic about this person. Let's see how he performs next."