Bang!
The sound of copper bells resounded throughout the venue, like the beating of war drums.
The participating warriors lined up in several rows under the stage and stepped forward one by one to draw lots.
Jiang Fa was drawn on the third stage, and his opponent was named Sun Xian, from the Boulder Martial Hall.
"Sun Xian?" Xu Feng came over to take a look and whispered, "I've never heard of this name. I guess he's not a powerful character."
Jiang Fa said "hmm" with no expression on his face.
He turned to look at the No. 3 arena. A Boulder Martial Hall disciple had jumped onto the stage, it was Sun Xian.
This man looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a strong back and a muscular body. He was holding a bronze stick with eyebrows in his hand. After he came on stage, he slammed the copper stick on the table, making a crisp sound, and grinned at the audience Jiang Fa, revealing his white teeth.
"Jiang Fa of the Zhao Clan Martial Hall, come up!"
There was undisguised contempt and provocation in his smile.
What happened to Zhou Man a few days ago has already spread throughout the Boulder Martial Hall.
Sun Xian ranked fifth in the gym. Although he only had a Middle An Jin cultivation level, he was still better than Zhou Man.
The copper rod in his hand weighs sixty kilograms. It is a Boulder Martial Hall standard weapon. It makes the general powerful and heavy, making it rare for him to have an opponent at the same level.
He dared to come on stage today because he wanted to regain his position for Zhou Man.
In his opinion, Zhou Man must have been careless when he was punched away by Jiang Fa. The kid in front of him didn't have any real skills, and he could easily handle him with just a little seriousness.
So he can't say he has much pressure on this battle.
When Jiang Fa stepped onto the ring, there was a low murmur of discussion from the surrounding stands.
"Who is this person? I've never seen him before."
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, it seems to be called Jiang Fa."
"Jiang Fa? I've never heard of this person."
"Look at his body, standing next to the Boulder Martial Hall's Sun Xian, he looks like a bamboo pole."
"Sun Xian, I know, Boulder Martial Hall is ranked fifth among the younger generation. His stick technique can make tigers and tigers fly, and his power is astonishing."
"Then isn't this Jiang Fa going up to deliver food?"
"Whatever, just watch the fun."
Similar discussions occurred all over the school grounds.
Except for some who know Jiang Fa's strength, almost no one thinks highly of this unfamiliar boy.
Tang Jin'er was sitting in the stands, hearing the sarcastic remarks around her, and her little face became bulging with anger.
"What do you know! Senior Brother Jiang is amazing!"
She hated it in her heart.
Zhao Zhong was sitting in the stands, squinting his eyes slightly. His eyes occasionally fell on the No. 3 ring, and he could not see any emotion.
Wang Shi stood behind him and whispered, "Master, wouldn't it be bad if Junior Brother Jiang faced Boulder Martial Hall in the first game?"
"Sooner or later we will meet." Zhao Zhong said calmly, "Let's see how he responds."
In the ring, Sun Xian was already waiting impatiently.
He carried the stick in one hand. The sixty-kilogram copper stick was as light as a bamboo pole in his hand. The tip of the stick hit the table and made a dull sound.
"Hey, if you want to fight, come here quickly. Why are you waiting? If you don't want to fight, get off the stage!"
Jiang Fa looked up at him and walked slowly to the center of the ring.
He was bare-handed and wearing only a black outfit.
Someone in the audience sneered, "You don't even have weapons? Are you here to kill someone?"
"Maybe his legs and feet are so nimble that he can still run away if he can't be beaten!"
"There's no point running away. Sun Xian's stick would be enough to stun anyone if he touches it."
Sun Xian also noticed this and snorted, "You don't even have a weapon? That's fine. I'll break a few of your bones later. Don't blame me for not reminding you."
"If you want to fight, fight."
Jiang Fa glanced at him and said calmly.
When the referee saw the two men taking their positions, he raised his flag and waved it down again.
"Start!"
The moment he finished speaking, Sun Xian moved.
With a kick of his feet, he rushed toward Jiang Fa like a cannonball. The copper stick was raised high, bringing with it a whistling wind, and he smashed down on Jiang Fa's head.
The stick was powerful and heavy, and the whining sound it made when the stick broke through the air made everyone in the audience feel numb.
"So fast!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Facing this powerful and heavy blow, Jiang Fa turned his upper body slightly to one side, and the copper rod grazed the tip of his nose and hit it hard on the ring.
"Clang!"
There was a sound and sparks flew everywhere.
A deep dent was made on the surface of the arena,
"It actually missed?"
Sun Xian frowned, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Although his stick was not at full strength, its speed was by no means slow. It was somewhat beyond his expectation that the opponent could avoid it so calmly.
But soon he regained his spirits, flipped his wrist, and swept the copper rod horizontally towards Jiang Fa's waist.
This stick is even more swift, and the sweeping force of the copper stick is like a golden horse, carrying all the power of Middle An Jin. If it were hit hard, the waist bone of an ordinary warrior would be broken into two pieces.
Facing the swift and violent blow, Jiang Fa just leaned back slightly, and the copper rod flew past his belly.
A slight difference.
The eyes of everyone in the audience jumped.
"What a risk! Just a little bit closer!"
"Can you avoid this? This guy has great luck, right?"
Only a few real masters have figured it out.
Zhao Zhong was sitting in the stands, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Wang Shi stood behind, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Master, Junior Brother Jiang's body skills..."
"Yeah." Zhao Zhong nodded slightly, "Not bad."
In the other direction, Gu Qingyan was sitting on the edge of the stand, with her hands on her knees and her eyes fixed on the black figure on the third stage.
"What a wonderful movement..."
She whispered, with a hint of disbelief in her voice.
That day at the Green Lantern Festival, she saw Jiang Fa take action.
She originally thought that he was simply energetic, but now it seems that things are far from as simple as she thought.
"Senior Sister Gu, why does this person keep hiding here and there? How powerful is he on the Green Lantern Festival?"
Pei Yan'er muttered at the side, "If you keep hiding like this, won't you lose?"
Gu Qingyan shook her head and did not explain.
Because she already understood it.
This person has been toying with his opponent from the beginning.
In the ring, Sun Xian became more and more anxious as he fought.
His stick skills were fierce and fierce, one stick after another, and the shadows of the sticks formed into one, covering half of the arena.
But it just missed Jiang Fa.
His copper stick is fast, Jiang Fa is faster, his copper stick is cunning, and Jiang Fa's body shape is even more cunning.
He is like a slippery loach, always able to get through from the most impossible angle at the last moment.
However, his expression was always calm and unhurried, and he didn't even have trouble breathing.
So a wonderful cat-and-mouse game took place in the arena.
But the "cat" that was being played with was a Middle An Jin good hand with a stick.
The expressions of the warriors in the audience have changed from initial contempt to shock, and then from shock to solemnity.