“Thank…thank you.”
Xue Jing smiled, untied his backpack, and put him on the ground, "You're welcome, be careful."
The young man looked at Xue Jing's smile, a little dazed.
Xue Jing didn't care. After he finished speaking, he walked towards the group of people from the Four Phases Taoist Temple.
"Let's go. It's not good for them to be like this. I'll go and persuade them."
Jiang Siwei was stunned for a moment: "Persuade? How to persuade?"
Yin Muhu grinned beside him, revealing a row of neat white teeth:
"Sister Wei, you don't understand this. Martial artists have two ways of persuading people."
"One is about reason, and the other is about physics."
"Usually these two sets are taught in turn, but it depends on personal preference. Some people like to talk about theory first, while others like to talk about physics first."
Jiang Siwei: “Ah?”
Before she could react, the battle had already begun not far away.
"Boy, what do you want to do-ah!"
Snap—
"Asshole, you little brat are tired of living—ah!"
Snap—
"Fuck—ah!"
Snap—
"Wait a minute—Ah!"
Snap—
"We are the Four Phases—ah!"
When Jiang Siwei looked over, the group of people from the Four Phases Dojo had basically fallen to the ground.
Everyone had a part of their body bent into an exaggerated arc, either their hands or their feet, and they covered their injured parts and screamed in agony.
Yin Muhu: "It seems that Brother Xue seems to be talking about the physical school first."
Jiang Siwei: “…”
The crowd around stared at the scene in front of them in amazement, and the noisy sound suddenly quieted down for a moment.
"Promise me that you will obey the rules. Arriving ten minutes early will not allow you to be reincarnated ahead of others."
Xue Jing looked at the people lying on the ground screaming and spoke in a friendly manner.
"Don't be so arrogant, you little brat!"
One of them covered his broken hand, glared at Xue Jing, and then looked at the only young man from the Sixiang Dojo who was still standing.
"Junior Brother Ji, why are you just watching!"
Xue Jing also looked at the cold-looking young man with some curiosity.
From the moment he twisted the first man's hand, the young man noticed him, but he never had any intention of stopping him. He just watched him kill all his fellow disciples without any change in his expression the whole time.
"Junior Brother Ji, come on, teach this brat a lesson!"
Ignoring the shouting in his ear, Junior Brother Ji nodded to Xue Jing, his expression cold and his tone calm as he spoke: "Thank you."
Xue Jing: “Oh?”
"They are from the same sect."
"I'm not easy to fight."
"You helped me."
Junior Brother Ji spoke slowly and sparingly, using every word he said.
Xue Jing couldn't help but smile.
"You are very interesting... My name is Xue Jing, what's yours?"
"Ji Huaiyu."
Xue Jing nodded: "I remember it."
Then he pointed to the disciples of the four surrounding dojo.
"Take good care of them. If they don't obey, you don't have to hit them. Just touch the place where they are injured. Brothers are injured, and it's just a matter of concern. There's no problem at all, right?"
Ji Huaiyu was stunned, and a hint of understanding appeared on his handsome face.
"Got it. Thank you."
His expression remained cold, his tone remained unchanged, and there was no trace of gratitude in his voice.
Xue Jing smiled, walked to the disciple of the Four Phases Dojo who had been shouting the loudest, and stepped on his finger.
"Ahhh!!" the latter screamed immediately.
"I'm sorry, there are too many people here, and it's inevitable that we'll step on something as we're squeezed together." Xue Jing apologized insincerely.
"You... !!" The man was extremely upset.
Xue Jing had already turned and left.
The people around him stared at his back in a daze.
"Fuck, how can he be so handsome!"
"Who is that person? He's so young and so amazing, could he be a U19 contestant this time!?"
"Ten seconds, I want all the information about this man!"
"I didn't expect this group of people to be so arrogant. They would find me before they hit the wall!"
"This is what a martial artist should be like. When you see injustice, you should stand up for justice!"
Amid the noise, Xue Jing returned to Jiang Siwei and Yin Muhu.
"Xiao Jing, you are so handsome..." Jiang Siwei covered her mouth with both hands, looking at him admiringly like a little fan girl.
This was the first time she saw her brother take action.
"To be honest, sparrows eat crickets." Yin Muhu agreed.
Xue Jing said casually: "Okay, let's go."
The three followed the crowd and walked towards the venue's gate.
On the way, Jiang Siwei said with a look of regret: "Xiao Jing, you just taught them a lesson, which is a very good hot topic, but it's a pity that you are not interested..."
With just a little work and a photo taken on the spot to reveal Xue Jing's face, the character of a chivalrous, talented, beautiful young martial artist is established.
At least it can become a small hit and become a trending search.
Xue Jing just smiled and didn't reply.
…
The three of them quickly made their way through the crowd and arrived at the gate of the venue. After going through a series of formalities, they took the internal passage and entered the gymnasium.
Jiang Siwei carried her briefcase and went to the stadium to find the relevant personnel to deal with some things, while Xue Jing and Yin Muhu came to the players' lounge.
Time passed slowly and it was approaching four o'clock in the afternoon.
At this point, almost all the audience had entered and taken their seats.
In the lounge, Jiang Siwei, who had already returned, said with a change of expression:
"It's time to start."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the entire venue suddenly dimmed.
Then, colorful neon lights began to flash, and on the huge and spacious stage in the center of the venue, a circular platform slowly rose. In the center of the platform stood a young male singer wearing a gorgeous stage costume and holding a microphone.
As the dynamic BGM sounded, the powerful singing voice echoed throughout the venue.
"~Don't succumb to the so-called lack of talent~Always believe that God will reward hard work~"
Yin Muhu curled his lips:
"'God Rewards Hard Work', the anthem of the Martial Arts Association."
"It's a hoax."
“Only those who have worked hard know the importance of talent. Without talent, you don’t even have the qualifications to work hard.”
Xue Jing listened to the singing and smiled, "You sing quite well, with a strong breath."
"Of course it is enough. The person singing is also a martial artist." Yin Muhu said.
"In recent years, professional martial artists in the club system have become more and more flashy, singing, acting, and participating in variety shows. They are all more beautiful than the other. I don't understand why they don't just join the entertainment industry?"
Jiang Siwei was flipping through a document nearby. Upon hearing this, she smiled and said, "Martial artists are a great gimmick. Traditional celebrities are no longer popular. If you want to make a name for yourself, the best way is to practice martial arts first. Martial arts celebrities are much more popular than ordinary celebrities."
Yin Muhu sighed and said, "This makes me feel very strange. It's as if the pure brilliance of the three words 'martial artist' has been divided up by some messed-up people and tainted. I feel inexplicably uncomfortable."
Xue Jing glanced at her and said nothing.
He didn't feel anything. He was not a pure martial artist. Although he could understand Yin Muhu's meaning and feelings, he didn't feel sad.
Jiang Siwei comforted him, "This is the way the times are. It is difficult for an individual to fight against the tide of the times. Don't think too much, Xiaoyin."
The opening performance lasted nearly twenty minutes, during which many singers and bands that Xue Jing didn't know performed, and it was quite exciting.
As the performance ended, the stage was quickly tidied up by the staff, and then the lights in the venue came on.
At the same time, the commentator's voice was heard in the venue.
"Hello, good afternoon, dear audience friends. Welcome to the 37th U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Tournament Fengcheng Knockout Tournament. I am the commentator Hao Yongyun!"
"I am Jin Shaorong."
"I'm Zeng Qian."
The big screen in the venue showed the appearance of three commentators, two men and one woman, who were sitting in the commentary booth not far from the ring.
"Oh, this past week has been so hard. I can finally watch the long-awaited knockout match..."
After the three chatted for a while, they quickly began to thank the various sponsors, relevant departments for their support, and various advertisements.
“Thanks to Mingzhen Sports Equipment for providing…”
"Thanks to Kant Security, Kuroshio Security, and Galaxy Martial Arts Club for their strong support."
“Thanks to the Maple City Cultural Tourism Bureau, the guiding unit of this event…”
After a while of rapping, it was finally time for the competition.
"Okay, let's get on with it without further ado. Please invite the contestants in!"
The lights dimmed again, and then several spotlights of different colors shone on the exit of the contestant passage.
"First, please..."
In the contestant lounge, Yin Muhu looked at the screen, stood up and said, "I want to go to the ring to see it up close. Brother Xue, how about you?"
Xue Jing smiled and said, "I'll just watch from here, you go ahead."
After Yin Muhu left, Jiang Siwei next to him said:
"Xiao Jing, you should remember all the rules, right?"
Xue Jing nodded, "I remember them all."
Although U19 is called unlimited, it is a competition after all. It is held for the audience to watch, not a complete actual combat, and there are still some rules and restrictions.
For example, although weapons can be carried, they are limited to cold weapons. Otherwise, if a contestant comes up and does an American-style Iai… although it is quite martial in a sense, it is indeed inappropriate and not very entertaining to watch.
Also, you can’t fight passively, you can’t say dirty words, you can’t spit at your opponent, you can’t use magic attacks like shitting on the spot and catching it with your hands and throwing it to your opponent...
Some weird rules like that.
According to the rule that every outrageous rule is accompanied by an outrageous fact, many wonderful things have happened in the U19 in the past...
"Well, that's good."