"Alas, the disciples of Guesenliu did not participate this time." Mu Yang heard such a sigh when passing by the podium.
"There is no way. Legend has it that Teacher Wu Tian has not accepted a disciple for many years." Another person said.
Mu Yang walked sideways from the side, his ears perked up, and he thought to himself: "There are still fifty years before the plot begins. By this time, Turtle Immortal should have accepted Sun Wuhan as his disciple. He did not let Sun Wuhan You probably don’t think it’s necessary to come to the World’s No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament.”
Sun Wuhan is the most outstanding disciple of Kame Sennin, and his final achievements are even higher than Kame Sennin's.
Now is 50 years before the plot. The young Sun Wufan is definitely in the golden period of rapid growth, and he is probably not far away from becoming the leader. Participating in the world's best martial arts club has no meaning for him.
"Muyang, the game is about to begin. You must go all out later and don't underestimate any opponent." Sith warned. In the past, Muyang only fought against beasts in the primitive mountains and had no experience fighting against people. Sith warned Afraid that Muyang wouldn't be able to get used to it for a while, he patiently gave instructions.
"Don't worry, Uncle Sith."
Mu Yang nodded seriously and solemnly, then tied the belt around his waist, looking like he was going all out.
On the rostrum, the leader of Maple Leaf Style began to explain the rules of the competition, and the audience immediately burst into warm applause. After the applause ended, there was a deafening sound of a gong, and the competition officially began.
Mu Yang was below, constantly scanning the seniors above with energy detectors.
105, 110, 98, 103, 118…
These are all famous people!
Except for the old seniors, the younger generation are much weaker. Mu Yang didn't test them, but the excellent ones should only have a combat power of sixty or seventy, which is still far behind him.
Soon, the game began.
According to the order of drawing lots, the disciples of each major school were divided into eight major competition areas to compete for hegemony. The most powerful player from each competition area was determined to enter the quarterfinals.
There is no prior strength test, and there is no so-called resurrection mechanism. The whole process is a hard-fought competition of strength! Except for the last eight who were seeded and divided into eight divisions, everything was so simple and crude!
Mu Yang's blood boils with excitement, this is the game he wants!
Standing in the candidate area, he could already feel the excitement in his heart. This emotion was even comparable to when he took the college entrance examination.
…
On the arena, the first competition in different divisions has begun. Disciples from all major schools are vying to fight. Some unlucky players have been eliminated because they encountered opponents with a huge difference in strength. They can only sigh in frustration.
This result also caused a sigh of relief from the audience, but luck is also a part of strength. Those present were all important martial artists. After feeling a little sorry for those players who were not bad, they quickly focused on the next game. middle.
At this time, Muyang was also paying attention to the competition on the stage. Although the movements of these martial arts practitioners on the stage were fast and furious, in his eyes, it seemed as if the camera had been slowed down. Every move was not only slow, but also full of loopholes.
Come to participate in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament at this level
Mu Yang felt that if it were him, he could beat them down with just a wave of his fist. This was already an obvious gap.
At this moment Muyang concluded that he would definitely achieve good results in this competition.
"Contestant No. 241, please come to Arena No. 13!" the staff shouted at the top of their voices.
"It's my turn to play."
Mu Yang nodded slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then walked towards the target arena, jumped lightly, and landed on the arena very lightly.
At this time, Sisi shouted from the audience: "Muyang, calm down and don't be too stressed."
"I know." Giving a confident smile to Sis, Mu Yang looked at his opponent.
Opposite him was a young man who was not burly, wearing a blue martial arts uniform. Seeing him, Mu Yang smiled: "I met a disciple of Maple Leaf Style in the first match, ha, then let me see Let’s see how strong the disciples of the big sect are!”
Mu Yang became serious. He did not use the energy detector to test, but relied on his own feeling. By doing this, he was exercising his ability to sense Qi.
"Maple Leaf Style, Kane!" The Maple Leaf Style disciple opposite clasped his hands together and bowed slightly in a very polite manner.
Mu Yang responded: "Tian Xin Liu, Mu Yang!"
The two people then got into a stance and briefly assessed the opponent's strength. In the end, it was the Maple Leaf style disciple named Kane who took the lead in attacking.
Mu Yang's eyes moved slightly, and his whole aura changed accordingly. His eyes kept moving along with the opponent's movements. Since it was his first time to participate in a formal competition, Mu Yang had no intention of holding back from the beginning. When the opponent's fists and feet were about to touch him, Mu Yang secretly screamed, his body started to sway, and then as his body swayed, he unknowingly moved behind Kane.
Facts have proved that the gap between the player named Kane and Mu Yang is still very big. With his feet changing pace, Mu Yang has already found the opportunity.
"So fast, when did you come behind me?"
Facing the sudden appearance of Mu Yang, Kane broke out in a cold sweat. However, he was a disciple of a major sect. Kane obviously had good skills. He was short and crossed his arms, but he still managed to avoid the danger. .
After fighting back and forth for several rounds, Mu Yang roughly figured out the level of his opponent.
Then speed up the pace to end the game, so Mu Yang grinned, and with a thought in his mind, the speed of his hand suddenly increased a few points.
Kane didn't expect that Mu Yang's movements would be so fast, and his body couldn't help but sluggish. The simple attack already put him at a disadvantage, so he had to temporarily avoid the edge and dodge to the side.
Bang, Mu Yang's fist hit the ground hard, making a muffled sound. The stone slabs of the martial arts platform were slightly loose, and several cracks appeared.
When Kane saw Mu Yang's sudden display of power, he was shocked and kept retreating, and an irresistible momentum rushed towards him.
Wow, a blurry black shadow suddenly passed in front of Kane's eyes. At this time, Kane really couldn't avoid it and could only resist with his hands clasped in fists.
Boom, huge pressure fell on him, and Kane swayed and slid seven or eight meters away.
His arms felt numb, Kane smiled bitterly, and made a decision in his heart.
"Wait a minute, I surrender this game." When Mu Yang was about to attack again, Kane hurriedly shouted stop. After saying that, Kane walked off the ring with a look of regret on his face.
"Contestant No. 241 Mu Yang wins this game!"
Seeing one of the contestants voluntarily admit defeat and walk off the stage, the on-site staff immediately raised the flag and announced loudly.
Mu Yang, who was still in the ring, deservedly won the match.
(End of chapter)