A Thousand Pounds of Strength, Drawing the Bow to Test the Bones
A Thousand Pounds of Strength, Drawing the Bow to Test the Bones
Winter had arrived, and the weather was steadily growing colder, with a few more traces of chill in the air. Every passerby had changed into thick clothing.
The prefectural city's martial arena was packed with people, yet beneath the sea of heads lay a grim, murderous air, like thunder about to break.
Today was the day of the prefectural city competition, the day fish leaped over the dragon gate. Countless talented youths from humble families and prodigies from every quarter would rise above the rest in this martial arena.
On the eastern platform, the inspector and prefectural officials were already seated, dressed in brocade and fine robes, imposing even without anger.
On the western platform sat the chief examiner and supervising officials, with several clerks standing attentively at their sides.
The open ground below the martial arena was black with a dense crowd, every one of them broad and powerful, their muscles coiled like dragons.
The several hundred participants had long since been arranged into groups according to their places of origin. Some were children of Noble Families, while others had come from county towns.
The stands on both sides of the martial arena were filled with dignitaries and wealthy merchants from all sides, all prominent figures of status and fortune.
Unlike the competitions at Changhe Martial Arts School, ordinary commoners did not even have the qualifications to set foot in this martial arena.
Standing amid the crowd, Lin Mo gazed toward the martial arena from afar. Before him stood rows upon rows of ancient, solemn heavy bows, with a military martial artist guarding the end of each row.
"Are these heavy bows not exclusive to