Chapter 1630 - 1631: Nothing But Fancy Moves
The Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is held at the Pinghu Gymnasium, which had previously hosted an Asian Games.
Pinghu Gymnasium covers 3.5 hectares, with complete facilities and spacious grounds, divided into 12 arenas.
Across from the Pinghu Gymnasium stands the office building of the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament Organizing Committee.
All martial arts sects coming to participate in the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament register here.
Ordinary spectators must purchase tickets here to enter.
In fact, each year's Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is a super-luxurious commercial event.
Tournament tickets are hard to come by, selling like hotcakes, with a total value exceeding ten billion Rice Gold.
The Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is claimed as a global martial arts event, with high requirements for martial artists entering the tournament.
Generally, small sects and factions have no qualification to enter, while masters from independent schools must possess formidable strength to be admitted.
The first floor of the office building has reception windows to greet martial artists coming from all over the world.
Masters or martial arts sects with the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament invitation cards need not go through procedures here.
However, some small sects or masters from independent schools need to verify their identity here to qualify for participation.
The review of qualification is extremely strict.
One must have a clean record, with no criminal history or deportation from other countries, and also possess exceptional skills.
Long Hai has been loitering outside the office hall for a long time, secretly pondering.
"The uncle sent me to register, and here I am hesitating, how can I live up to his teachings?"
Thinking of this, Long Hai grits his teeth and enters the office hall.
Just as Long Hai enters the office hall, he sees a man being carried out by two martial artists, his arms held, and thrown out of the hall.
The man has long hair, a pointed chin resembling a monkey, his body struggles while he yells out loudly.
"Preposterous! My Luosheng School has been a top martial arts sect in India for a hundred years."
"It's absurd you don't recognize greatness, and throw me out. You'll regret this."
Thud!
Two staff members forcefully push the Indian Luosheng School master, who falls face-first onto the ground.
He lands on the green area in front of the office building, groaning and unable to get up.
Long Hai looks closely and is startled.
The two guys who drove the Luosheng School master out are clearly Martial Arts masters at the Transformation-level.
No wonder they subdued this so-called Luosheng School master with ease.
The Luosheng School master finally manages to get up from the ground.
His forehead was scraped, blood flowing down, yet he doesn't care, flexing his fists as he tries to advance again.
The two masters stand squarely in the middle, looking at this Luosheng School master with a hostile gaze.
His eyes dart evasively, assessing the two martial artists standing at the door; finally, he sulkily leaves.
Long Hai's heart races. To him, these two martial arts masters at the door are in no way inferior to him.
The Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament truly is a global martial artists' gathering; even any random staff member is extraordinary.
Long Hai steps forward, the two strong men examine him, each showing undisguised disdain in their eyes.
Long Hai feels greatly aggrieved.
In Luoshanji, Long Hai is a renowned Martial Arts Sect Master, yet here people look down on him so much.
Recalling Yang Fei's advice, Long Hai steps forward and slightly bows.
"Gentlemen, may I ask if this is the registration area for the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament?"
The two strong men look at Long Hai, their demeanor exceedingly arrogant.
One of them scoffs coldly, his tone indifferent.
"The registration for the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament is right here, but it depends on whether you qualify."
This remark is extremely rude, and Long Hai immediately feels his temper flare up.
He lengthens his face, speaking coldly.
"Whether I qualify or not, let's find out in combat; I'll show you what it means to be a cut above."
The two staff members see that Long Hai speaks firmly; they exchange glances and suddenly burst into laughter filled with mockery.
One big man, whose face is covered in pockmarks, points at Long Hai, beckoning with his finger.
"Another arrogant Huaxia fellow coming to court disaster; let me show you the power of Karate."
People come and go in the registration hall, all martial artists here to register, gathering to watch a good show.
Long Hai sees this guy openly insulting Huaxia Martial Arts and his face turns red.
He takes off his suit, using Five Animal Frolics to activate his whole body's Qi-Blood.
This standard Hua Xia National Arts pose immediately sparks many discussions.
"Is he using Hua Xia National Arts? So soft; how could it be used for fighting?"
"Is this dance or martial arts? Maybe this guy learns ballet dancing?"
"Huaxia's national arts are just Kung Fu for old folks to exercise; such Kung Fu can be seen everywhere in parks."
...
Listening to the crowd's discussion, the pockmarked big man laughs again.
He lazily stretches his limbs.
"You can still back out now, to avoid me breaking your bones."
Long Hai focuses on activating his Qi-Blood, his joints crackling like fried beans.
The pockmarked big man sees he's indifferent, sneering contemptuously.
"Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for breaking your bones and throwing you out like a dead dog."
As he says this, he leaps onto a small platform next to the hall.
The stage is a full one and a half meters high, yet the big man leaps up, demonstrating extraordinary jumping ability and powerful Qi-Blood.
The pockmarked big man's leap earns cheers from most spectators.
Many look at the big man, burly and robust, and then at Long Hai, who is a whole head shorter than the pockmarked big man.
People shake their heads repeatedly.
Long Hai steps onto the stage, and according to Huaxia etiquette, he cups his hands in front of the pockmarked big man.
"Please!"
The pockmarked big man follows karate etiquette and bows to Long Hai.
Immediately, he lets out a loud roar and charges towards Long Hai.
In an instant, the pockmarked big man seems to have dozens of fists, gusting wind, striking towards Long Hai.
Long Hai doesn't strike back, dodging left and right under the big man's fists and kicks, silently calculating his trajectory.
The pockmarked big man's karate takes the path of extreme yang and strength prevalent in External Branches.
His every punch and kick sounds like firecrackers exploding in the air.
This dull sound comes from his punches and kicks bursting through the air, adding extra momentum to the big man's attack.
In comparison, Long Hai's dodging seems somewhat timid.
He struggles left and right, repeatedly evading, appearing even unwilling to take a punch head-on.
Seeing him so feeble, many watching martial artists laugh once more.
Various comments and discussions are loudly heard.
"What's this guy coming here for? Is he trying to be funny?"
"With such low skills, he dares to enter the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament? Really doesn't know his limits!"
"So-called Huaxia Kung Fu is just fancy and useless, topple him."
...
Amidst the crowd's comments, the pockmarked big man chuckles coldly, intensifying his attack.
His fists and feet move with the wind, full of ruggedness.
And at this moment, Long Hai utilizes a Cold Chicken Step and springs to the pockmarked big man's left side.
He delivers an elbow strike, and the big man grunts, struck in the lower back, staggering downwards.
The fourth update is still being written; bros can look forward to it in the morning.