For the next few days, Ling Yi ( the Paper Talisman Puppet ) stayed put, waiting for the Martial Arts Grand Gathering to begin.
By the time the registration portal closed and the Martial Arts Grand Gathering was about to begin, more than eight million participants had successfully registered.
In other words, the Martial Practitioner Alliance collected 80 million Martial Practitioner Coin from registration fees alone.
Even a fool could see something was wrong by now.
The total amount of Martial Practitioner Coin is only seven million. Goodness, where did the rest of the Martial Practitioner Coin come from?
It must be fake!
However, there was no response from the government offices, and the Martial Practitioner Alliance offered no explanation; no one knew what had happened.
The Dafeng City Stadium is one of the venues for the preliminary rounds of this Martial Arts Grand Gathering.
However, the stadium can only hold 30,000 people, while nearly 500,000 Martial Practitioner have registered in Dafeng City alone.
Therefore, it can only be done in batches.
Even if it's conducted in batches, just one preliminary round would probably take at least half a month.
The format of the competition is simple: defend your title.
There are ten arenas in total. The Martial Practitioner are called out by their numbers to defend their positions and to challenge others.
The defending champion wins ten consecutive matches and advances.
Once a challenger fails, they have no chance to defend their title and are eliminated immediately.
In other words, whether defending a title or challenging for it, you cannot afford to lose even one match; if you lose, you are eliminated.
Relatively speaking, it's not fair to the defender, since defending the title requires fighting ten matches in a row. If their stamina and Internal Energy can't keep up, they might be taken advantage of by someone else.
There are actually only a few spots available in the preliminary rounds, only fifty.
There are only fifty out of five hundred thousand people, which means that whether it's defending the title or challenging for it, it will be done in more than one round.
Whether it's fair or not, that's just how the rules are set.
If you're not satisfied, you can leave, but the registration fee is non-refundable. That's how domineering the Martial Practitioner Alliance is.
"Your luck is really bad! You're the first one to defend your title?" Jin Xiaoxiao frowned as she looked at the Martial Arts Grand Gathering app on her phone.
"No, I feel great." This arrangement was something Ling Yi had specifically orchestrated.
Let's finish this sooner so we can go home sooner.
If you're at the back of the queue, who knows how long you'll have to wait?
At eight o'clock, the stadium opened, and Ling Yi followed 30,000 athletes, lining up to enter the stadium.
The host is a Martial Practitioner at the Innate Realm.
At the Innate Realm, their strength is already considerable.
"Because there are so many people registered for this year's Martial Arts Grand Gathering, I won't waste any more words. Just check your Martial Arts Grand Gathering app carefully. Make sure you know who is defending their title and who is challenging. Defenders should go to which arena number, and challengers should go to which arena number."
If there is no response within thirty seconds, it will be considered an automatic forfeit.
"Each match must not exceed ten minutes. If no winner is determined within ten minutes, Shuangshuang will be eliminated."
"I know this is unfair to some people, and if you feel it's unfair, you can withdraw from the competition!"
"Alright, that's settled then. The first group of Martial Practitioner defending their title, please step onto the stage."
As soon as the words were spoken, the ten people, including Ling Yi, walked out of the contestant area and headed towards the arena.
Ling Yi used a leap to fly over everyone's heads and landed on arena No. 1.
The other nine people, although fast, were only at the Organ Tempering Realm, Second-Rate experts.
Lacking even decent Qinggong, they could only obediently jump onto the arena.
Ling Yi's move immediately became the focus of the entire audience.
Those Martial Practitioner who were about to challenge Ling Yi were also extremely frustrated.
Ling Yi's technique is something that cannot be performed without reaching the Acquired Realm and without the support of Internal Energy.
Of the first wave of 30,000 Martial Practitioner, only a few dozen reached the Acquired.
Most of them aren't even Acquired.
"Brother, want to talk?" Ling Yi's first opponent was a chubby young man around twenty years old.
"What are you going to talk about?" Ling Yi asked curiously.
"One hundred Martial Practitioner Coin, bet on the outcome."
"Do you think Martial Practitioner Coin are still valuable now?" Ling Yi asked dismissively.
Before the chubby boy could speak again, he assumed an attack stance.
"Wait, wait, wait! I surrender!" The chubby boy quickly made a stop gesture, turned around, and jumped off the stage.
If the deal falls through, then he has no choice but to admit defeat; the chubby boy didn't want to get beaten up for no reason.
The second person to jump onto the stage was a young man dressed in a golden training uniform who looked incredibly arrogant.
"My dad is the Captain of the Dafeng City government office!"
" Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"
"Awoo!" A golden dragon-shaped burst of Qi Jin shot out, blasting the man off the stage.
Ling Yi withdrew his hand, his face darkening. Damn, there are all sorts of people here. This is thunder, and you're trying to compete based on your father's connections?
Your dad's a battalion Captain? Do you think he can withstand my Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?
Ling Yi's commotion was so great that it once again attracted everyone's attention.
"Wow, what kind of Kung Fu Hustle is that? How can that guy summon a dragon?"
"Why can't I tell what level he's at? This doesn't seem to be Internal Energy, does it?"
"It doesn't seem like Innate True Qi either!"
"Could this guy be Master, Innate Gang Qi?"
"That's the only explanation!"
Internal Energy cannot take form, while Innate True Qi can take form, but it cannot Form Condensation. It's possible to unleash a burst of Qi Jin, but it's impossible to unleash such lifelike Innate True Qi.
Only Innate Gang Qi, when Qi Jin, can be Form Condensation.
However, only Martial Practitioner with Innate or above, or those with Innate Martial Practitioner in their family, can tell the difference.
Ling Yi's energy is not Innate Gang Qi at all.
Innate Gang Qi is also condensed from Innate True Qi, but Ling Yi's Qi is not Innate True Qi at all.
As for what it is, no one can tell.
The Master Innate Gang Qi, but this person doesn't possess Innate Gang Qi. Could they be someone above the Master?
Above the Master level is highly unlikely.
After all, there hasn't been a Martial Practitioner above the Master level for over a thousand years.
Besides, Ling Yi is still so young.
Since it's not above the Master level, then it must be a problem with the cultivation technique.
Some people's gazes towards Ling Yi became increasingly intense.
The third, fourth, and fifth opponents voluntarily conceded defeat.
But the sixth contestant immediately threw a black ball onto the stage, which exploded into a cloud of black mist.
"This is our Tang Sect's Muscle-Softening Powder. Once you're hit by it, even Innate Muscle-Softening Powder won't be able to mobilize their Internal Energy."
Ling Yi looked at the other person as if they were an idiot.
"Kid, you don't have my secret antidote..."
" The Flying Dragon in the Heavens!"
"Awoo!"
A Golden Dragon rose from the ground, blasting the man into the sky. The Golden Dragon then whipped its tail in mid-air, sending the Tang Sect member flying dozens of meters away before dissipating into the air.
"I'm Immunity to All Poisons, I understand!" Ling Yi said disdainfully as he watched the other person lying on the ground vomiting blood.
Ling Yi went a bit too far this time; even if this person recovers, he won't be able to practice martial arts anymore.
The subsequent opponents all chose to concede defeat.
Ling Yi easily achieved a ten-game winning streak in less than ten minutes, and then jumped off the stage.
This counts as advancing from the preliminary round.
The second round of qualifying matches will only begin after all 500,000 contestants in Dafeng City have finished their competitions.
Until the final fifty are selected.
Once outside the stadium, Ling Yi used his Qinggong to fly over the throng of people and arrive next to Jin Xiaoxiao.
"Hehe, I'm rich!" Jin Xiaoxiao said, drooling as she looked at her phone screen.
She bet on Ling Yi to win the championship, and for every game Ling Yi won, her Little Qian would double.
If Ling Yi wins consecutive Champion and ultimately takes first place, she will become a wealthy young woman.
Of course, if Ling Yi loses in the middle or ultimately fails to win the championship, then all of this will be in vain.
Ling Yi glanced in the direction of the Martial Practitioner Alliance building, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"The next qualifying match is in three days. Let's go back to the hotel!"
After returning to the hotel, Ling Yi continued his cultivation.
To be precise, it's about replenishing the energy that's been used up.
These past few days, the system's "lying down" reward has changed back to increasing Divine Power.
Ling Yi's Divine Power has increased by at least one time and at most ten times. Now, Ling Yi's Divine Power has solidified into a tangible substance, and his Divine Power has become liquid.
Furthermore, they developed many applications of Divine Power.
Telekinesis, Mental Ability, Memory Reading, Memory Modification, Magnetic Field Perception, electromagnetic signal analysis and reading, etc.
Ling Yi felt that even if all her other cheat abilities were gone, she would be invincible with just this one Divine Power.
The method Ling Yi used to transfer his skills to Jin Xiaoxiao was through Mental Ability.
" Ling Yi, something seems off. I heard from a friend that the government is mobilizing the army."
The next day at noon, Jin Xiaoxiao, who had run out early in the morning and didn't return until noon, shouted loudly as soon as she entered the door.
"Yes, the government is going to take action against the headquarters of the Martial Practitioner Alliance." Ling Yi nodded.
You know?
"I only found out yesterday."
"Why? Is it because the Martial Practitioner Alliance created counterfeit Martial Practitioner Coin?"
"Things aren't that simple." Ling Yi shook his head.
"The fake Martial Practitioner Coin are a minor issue; the main problem is that the Martial Practitioner Alliance has come up with a Immortal Soldier Project!"
" Immortal Soldier? What are those?"
Just as Ling Yi was about to say something, there was Dali knocking on the door.
Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, the door was violently kicked open, and five figures walked in.
Jin Xiaoxiao almost instinctively hid behind Ling Yi.
"Looking for you?" Jin Xiaoxiao asked.
Ling Yi shook his head. "It's for you!"
"Are you Jin Xiaoxiao?" the leader asked, pointing at Jin Xiaoxiao.
"Who are you?" Jin Xiaoxiao was a little confused. She had been behaving herself lately and didn't seem to have offended anyone, right?
Hmm, wait a minute, Jin Xiaoxiao suddenly realized something and asked, "Are you from the Wind Sect?"
"Hmph, it's good that you know who we are."
Jin Xiaoxiao had almost forgotten about this.
The Wind Sect, also known as the Mad Sect, is an extremely protective and shameless sect.
The people in the sect are not very strong; the highest level they reach is only the Pinnacle of the First-Rate, and none of them have even Acquired Realm.
However, Wind Spirit Movement Qinggong within the Wind Sect is unparalleled in the world.
They may not be very strong, but they are quite adept at escaping and causing trouble.
Previously, Jin Xiaoxiao accepted Cheng Hu's the Assassins job, and Cheng Hu was a member of the Wind Sect.
With Ling Yi's help, Cheng Hu entered the yamen (government office) and died there.
Since the Wind Sect members dared not cause trouble for the government, Jin Xiaoxiao, who had accepted Cheng Hu's ghostwriting assignment, became their target for revenge.
"Go! Kill the man, take the woman away!" the leader ordered, waving his hand.
Ling Yi didn't want to waste time with these people, so he snapped his the Snap and sent them into his personal Personal Space.