C547 Youth Training Team!
C547 Youth Training Team!
The team leader would choose his opponent for the first battle. The other container also had lots of signatures, but there were only three types of content. The contents of the signatures were the arena for the competition.
The surface of the sea, the land, and the peak of the mountain.
Choosing the Luther Fjord as the venue for the qualifying competition was simply perfect.
Following Staff's shouts one by one, Zeng Min followed behind the tall Russian Youth Training Team Elder. Following the sequence, he took out two lots from the glass container and handed it over to Staff.
Fortunately, Zeng Min did not draw for the main team. On the ticket was written a set of Youth Training Team from Korea, where the competition was held on the sea.
The rules for entering the competition were also very simple. There was no time limit, no magic tool limit. The two teams each picked their teammates to participate in the 1v1 arena battle. Withdrawing from the competition grounds, surrender, and losing the ability to move would directly cause them to lose, and the victor would be able to continue to stay on the competition grounds. When all five of the team members lost their matches, the judge would immediately announce the end of their National War of Martial Arts journey.
As long as there was one loss, the contestant would leave the competition. It had nothing to do with the National War of Martial Arts which only occurred once every four years.
Staff brought ten members to a place far away from the place where there were still people still drawing lots, and arrived at a quiet dock. In front of the dock, there was a vast lake so deep that one could not see the bottom, and four huge wooden piles were erected on the surface of the lake. The red rope passed through the inside of the wooden piles, forming a twenty meter long square in the middle of the lake, which was probably the competition grounds. When members of Youth Training Team participated in the competition, the home team would naturally come to watch. Not to mention the China main team that guaranteed the top 16.
The referee in formal attire on the dock waved his hand, signaling the start of the match.
"I'll go first." As the leader of Youth Training Team, during this one week of interaction, the oldest naturally became the big bro of the five. With him leading the battle, no one would object.
Golden air swirled around Zeng Min's feet. With a stomp of his feet, he flew up dozens of metres and landed on the side of the square area that was close to his team members. Circular golden energy ripples spread out from under his feet, maintaining his body on the lake surface.
At the same time, a brown skinned Tall Man with a bald head walked out from the Korean Youth Training Team. He was a lot taller than Zeng Min, who was the tallest in the Youth Training Team. Different from Zeng Min, a streak of black smoke emerged from under his feet and flew to the other side of the square like a cloud.
Zeng Min squinted his black eyes, and looked at the bald man who was around ten meters away from him. The man also looked back at Zeng Min.
At the same time, his left hand wrapped around his waist behind his back, and his legs slightly bent. When Zeng Min finished this set of movements, everyone present felt a heavy pressure coming from his body.
Zeng Min might have already practiced this kind of simple action hundreds of times, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times.
"The starting position of the Southwest Overlord Sect." Seeing this scene, Ye Lee slowly spoke, "Even the most basic of postures can produce such a heavy pressure. Zeng Min is really strong."
"I have never heard Grandma mention anything about the Southwest Overlord Sect. What kind of school is this?" After interacting with each other for a week, Miao Ya'er had completely recovered her cheerful and lively personality. The current her, other than Ye Kai, could already chat with other people.
"Heh." Ye Lee only smiled slightly, "You will know once you see it. It will definitely widen your horizons."
Looking at the man in front of him with his right fist, Zeng Min's eyes were filled with battle intent that could be seen by the naked eye. He opened his mouth slightly and spat out a word.
"Come."
Boom.
The referee waved his hand, signaling the start of the match. A wave more than ten meters high exploded at one end of the field.
The bald man stepped on the black smoke and charged straight towards Zeng Min. He raised his right fist and twisted his waist greatly in the air. His right fist drew a perfect black arc in the air, flying towards Zeng Min's chest.
Facing this first strike that was mixed with a terrifying might, Zeng Min merely maintained his original position, and placed his right hand in front of his chest.
Boom.
The sound of colliding fists and elbows exploded in the area, causing the entire lake to ripple.
The black smoke gradually dissipated, and the bald man looked at Zeng Min who was standing in front of him, blocking his full strength attack with one arm.
"That's right."
Zeng Min said as he looked at the members of the Korean team in front of him. His right arm was surrounded by a golden Qi whirlpool, but the moment the attacks of the members of the Korean team touched the golden Qi flow, they dissipated. The golden Qi flow separated his fist from Zeng Min's elbow.
"The Southwest Overlord Sect sounds like a martial art that strengthens the body. However, although the Southwest Overlord Sect is a close combat martial art, in reality, it's a qi cultivation sect." Ye Lee opened his mouth and explained to the somewhat surprised Miao Ya'er.
"The people of the Southwest Overlord Sect never use any magical equipment. Instead, they turn Qi into a shield, and the Qi into a spear."
Finishing speaking, a mass of golden berserk Qi gathered in Zeng Min's left palm, which had not been used before. Seeing that, the bald man tried his best to struggle free from Zeng Min, but his right hand and Zeng Min's right arm were actually bound tightly together by the Qi, unable to move at all.
"Hah!"
Without even looking at the bald man's frightened expression, Zeng Min bellowed and waved his left hand. The golden energy in his palm converged together, and like a golden ferocious tiger, it fiercely smashed towards the bald man's lower jaw. The sharp energy flowed through his lower jaw and directly pierced the bald man's head, causing his skull to creak as he flew out of the air.
Ah!
What came out of his mouth were blood and saliva, broken teeth, and an undignified wail.
Facing this type of competition, as long as the attack did not harm the opponent's life or safety, it would be within the allowed range of the rules. Under this kind of competition, the members would not leave any leeway for themselves. In the competition, they would use all their strength to defeat their opponents, this was something Pang Baozong had already told the ten members about, and was also what National War of Martial Arts was supposed to request of them.
Splash.
The sound of his body sinking into the sea echoed. Staff by his side quickly fished the bald man out of the lake.
"China Youth Training Team wins one round first!"
At the same time, the judge announced Zeng Min's first victory.
"So powerful." Miao Ya'er's eyes revealed surprise and excitement. Although Zeng Min was a member of Youth Training Team and was a member of the main group, in reality, Zeng Min, who was twenty years old, was older than Miao Ya'er, who was nineteen years old.
Zhang Fann looked at the next member of Team Han who was slowly walking into the arena with a fearful expression on his face, and also nodded his head.
"I have seen some people from the Southwest Overlord Sect, but the majority of the disciples can only increase their own defense due to luck. It's also the first time I've seen someone with such destructive power."
Boom.
Before his voice fell, the second member of the Korean Youth Training Team made an unpleasant sound of pain in his mouth. His entire person flew out of the lake and landed on the pier.
"Second round of Chinese Team wins!"
Boom.
The third member was even more miserable, as he was struck by the fists of the golden cyclones surrounding Zeng Min, causing him to spin in circles in the air while clamoring and flying far away from the dock.
"Third round of Chinese Team wins!"
The two remaining South Korean Youth Training Team s imagined themselves flying around in the sky like rags, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.
Following that, Zeng Min did something that no one expected.
He raised his right hand high in the air, indicating to the referee that he had conceded the next match and stepped down.
As the first team to go on stage, Chinese Team was extremely disadvantaged. It was enough for Zeng Min to consecutively lose three people, and after the referee nodded, Zeng Min retreated to the side of the dock and sat on the grass to rest. This was something that Youth Training Team had long ago discussed.
Following that, Hee Wenhui rubbed his fists and rubbed his palms together, excitedly stepping on the lake surface of the competition grounds.
"The Vajra Martial School, this is the sect that truly cultivates one's physical strength to the limit." Ye Lee looked at Hee Wenhui's huge body and spoke slowly.
But Miao Ya'er looked around and asked with a puzzled expression.
"Eh, where did the lord go?"