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C218 Enter the Finals



C218 Enter the Finals

The next morning, the sun was shining down on the land. The Zhongding Sect welcomed a new dawn. A round sun was hanging on top of a tall mountain.    

    

Ding Hao got up from the bed. His sleepy eyes slowly opened. He hurriedly washed up and left the room.    

    

Today was the opening day of the Martial Arts Conference. Not only did the martial artists wake up early, but even the media reporters also woke up early to film the scene of a group of martial artists rushing to the Zhongding Sect's Martial Meeting Square.    

    

All the media platforms were recording today's competition. The appearance of the Five Sects once again in the eyes of the masses was enough to arouse a strong interest in them.    

    

This was the first time that a martial artist, this mysterious profession, was publicly displayed in front of everyone.    

    

On the Martial Meeting's square, there were tens of thousands of martial artists gathered, and some of them were the people from the Martial Arts Conference that were participating in this event.    

    

On the high platform, the person-in-charge of the Five Sects was sitting in his own chair, his eyes sweeping across the crowd below the stage.    

    

As the Great Elder of the Zhongding Sect, Zhu Meng was naturally ranked on the high platform. When his eyes swept over Ding Hao, his eyes paused for a moment, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.    

    

"Elder Zhu, why do you have such an ugly expression?" A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at Zhu Meng and said with a smile.    

    

"Sect Master, it's nothing. I just thought of some unhappy things in front of me." Zhu Meng squeezed out a smile on his face and said with a smile.    

    

As the organizer of this competition, the Zhongding Sect's Sect Master, Xing Wushuang, would be the one giving the opening speech.    

    

"This time, the Zhongding Sect and the other four sects will jointly organize the Martial Arts Conference to select the young alliance master of the martial arts world. We will lead the future generation to greater heights and wash away the shame from ten years ago. I hope that everyone will not disappoint us. "    

    

"In addition, the winners will select four contestants to compete with the Five Kingdoms Fighters' Union. We must not lose again this time. Now, the Great Elder of our sect will draw lots to arrange the competition."    

    

Xing Wushuang's sword-shaped eyebrows faced each other. His tyrannical aura swept across the entire Martial Meeting Square. Everyone felt a heavy pressure.    

    

"What is the strength of the Zhongding Sect's Sect Master? This aura is suffocating me."    

    

"You don't even know about Sect Master Xing. He is one of the top ten martial grandmasters of Hua Country. Don't you think he is awesome?"    

    

"Great grandmaster! No wonder he is so strong. He is worthy of being the master of a sect. "    

    

The crowd below the stage began to discuss in low voices.    

    

As a Great Grandmaster Stage Expert, Xing Wushuang's hearing was naturally extraordinary. When those praises entered his ears, his face revealed a satisfied expression. This was the effect he wanted.    

    

The prestige of the Zhongding Sect must be re-established.    

    

"Great Grandmaster? That's all. We're both martial grandmasters, but why is the gap between us so huge?" A disdainful look appeared in Ding Hao's eyes as he said indifferently.    

    

When the surrounding people heard this, they all revealed surprised expressions and looked at Ding Hao.    

    

This man dared to challenge Sect Master of the Zhongding Sect in front of everyone? Was he here to pick a fight?    

    

"This young man is definitely finished. The Great Grandmaster Stage Expert's hearing is extremely strong. These words must have reached the ears of Sect Master."    

    

"It seems like I have to stay away from him. Otherwise, it will affect me, and I will be in big trouble."    

    

"This is an arrogant and conceited fellow. I don't know if he has the courage to look down on a Great Grandmaster Stage Expert."    

    

Xing Wushuang's proud expression instantly turned serious. Sect Master from the four major sects also had a strange expression on his face. As grandmasters, they naturally heard others' comments about Xing Wushuang. It turned out that there was some contempt in their hearts. However, when they heard someone refute him, they couldn't help but feel some anticipation.    

    

This good show was probably just about to begin.    

    

Xing Wushuang originally wanted to return to his seat, but after hearing the words of the youth below the stage, his expression no longer remained calm.    

    

"Arrogant, ignorant!" This was Xing Wushuang's evaluation of the young man.    

    

Just as Xing Wushuang was about to circulate his qi and blood to exert a strong pressure on the youth, Zhu Meng quietly stepped forward to stop him.    

    

"Great Elder, what do you mean by this? Could it be that the man is someone you are protecting?" Xing Wushuang furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice.    

    

"Sect Master, don't touch this man." Zhu Meng shook his head and said.    

    

"I'm a Martial Grandmaster, but I can't even touch an arrogant young man. What a joke!" Xing Wushuang coldly snorted and said.    

    

"He is the person Alliance Head Chu protects." Zhu Meng sighed and said in a low voice.    

    

When Xing Wushuang heard this, his expression changed, and the anger on his face gradually disappeared.    

    

Chu Potian! Back then, he was the one who challenged the experts of Five Sects, and even when Sect Master joined forces to attack Chu Potian, he was still defeated. One could imagine how terrifying that man's strength was.    

    

The scariest part was that Chu Potian had just advanced to the Great Grandmaster realm. Now that so many years had passed, his strength had already surpassed everyone else.    

    

Even if he was one of the ten Great Grandmasters of the Hua Country, compared to him, it was like comparing a firefly to the bright moon. He was just overestimating himself.    

    

Xing Wushuang looked at Ding Hao with a meaningful look. If he was not mistaken, this man should be the one Chu Potian had chosen.    

    

"Great Elder, please arrange the order of the draw." Xing Wushuang's eyes were gloomy. He waved his hand and returned to his seat and said.    

    

"Yes, Sect Master." Zhu Meng said.    

    

Ding Hao stood in the crowd with a playful smile on his face. Just now, he clearly felt that Xing Wushuang was about to go berserk, but after Zhu Meng spoke to him, he instantly became silent.    

    

This was the deterrent force of absolute strength. Chu Potian's prestige was unparalleled. Even a great Sect Master like Xing Wushuang had no choice but to admit defeat.    

    

Initially, the surrounding people had isolated Ding Hao and kept away from him. They thought that Xing Wushuang would go berserk, but unexpectedly, he was unusually calm. He didn't show any intention of fighting. Instead, he returned to his seat.    

    

"I heard that Sect Master Wen Xing has a fiery temper. There is no room for sand in his eyes. Why does it seem like he didn't hear anything?"    

    

"Could it be that this person has a strong background?"    

    

Everyone had puzzled expressions on their faces and said in confusion.    

    

"Indeed, the difference between martial grandmasters is quite great." Ding Hao said indifferently.    

    

Xing Wushuang's ears moved slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched. These words were obviously meant to imply the gap between him and Chu Potian. Although he was very unhappy about it, this was the truth.    

    

If it was possible, Xing Wushuang really wanted to rush over and slap him, but when he thought of Chu Potian's powerful strength, he had no choice but to keep silent and endure the anger in his heart.    

    

"Calm down. How can I, the dignified Sect Master, get angry with this junior?" Xing Wushuang comforted himself in his heart.    

    

After Zhu Meng finished reading the rules of the competition, he asked the contestants to go forward and draw the paper slips from the box. Those who held the paper slips with the corresponding numbers were the two combatants.    

    

"Remember the numbers on your slips of paper. There will be a referee calling the numbers later. The corresponding person will go up to compete. As the number of people is an odd number, those who draw the number one will be disqualified and enter the finals directly." Zhu Meng said slowly.    

    

"Directly enter the finals! Damn, there's such a good thing."    

    

"Who's number one? It's simply too lucky to get one."    

    

Ding Hao looked at the number one on his paper and muttered, "He entered the finals just like that?"    

    

- The content came from [Miegu Reading]    

    


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