Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Crucially, three of these eight people were his personal guards.

His appointment as the city lord of Yongguan County was only a temporary one.

There are two main purposes.

Firstly, the military examination held every five years was an important way for the imperial court to select talents. As long as one person stood out and entered the top 100, it would be a good political achievement.

For a scion of a prominent family like him who needed to enhance his resume, this was a solid achievement.

But he never expected that the martial arts in Yongguan County had fallen into such a state of decline.

He originally thought that no matter how remote the place was, it shouldn't be difficult to gather a dozen or twenty young martial artists who had reached the fourth level of Body Refinement.

After registration and verification, only a handful of people were actually qualified and present to participate today; not even ten were available.

If this gets back to the county seat, or even to his colleagues in the capital, wouldn't it be a huge joke?

Where does that leave Zhao Boli's face?

To save face, they not only persuaded Zhao Erniu to join the military examination, but also sent two of his personal guards into the program.

The second objective was to track down the stolen "White Jade Token".

This matter involves a lot of people, and the family is pressing for its completion.

This matter also made him very irritable.

After the White Jade Token was rumored to have been stolen by the "Flying Rat," it disappeared without a trace.

He mobilized his men to search Yongguan County and the surrounding area for miles around, turning it upside down and setting up informants, but he couldn't find a single useful clue.

The rat seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Now, things are really messed up. There's been no news of Bai Yuling, and the martial arts examination seems to have become a joke. It's likely that even the minimum of ten spots will be hard to find.

Zhao Boli was feeling agitated, and his gaze couldn't help but sweep over the eight people in the audience.

Of these eight people, probably only Zhao Erniu has any hope; the others are all useless.

"What bad luck!"

Zhao Boli picked up his teacup, took a sip as a cover-up, and suppressed his anger.

He was no longer in the mood to watch these weaklings fight amongst themselves.

It seems that this trip to Yongguan County is destined to be filled with bad luck.

He only hoped that this simple martial arts examination would end quickly and that no further complications would arise, so that he could leave this poor and remote place as soon as possible.

Staying even one more day would be an insult to him.

He has given up on the news of Bai Yuling.

Xueyao, who was mixed in with the crowd, looked at Lin Feng on the stage and suddenly couldn't help but smile.

Previously, Lin Feng confidently stated that he would definitely be one of the top ten. Originally, everyone thought Lin Feng was very strong, but unexpectedly, there were less than ten contestants.

Even if it's the last place, it's still in the top ten.

Jiang Hu, the owner of the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, and his daughter Jiang Rou, who was standing beside him, were also looking at Lin Feng in the contestants' waiting area, their faces filled with undisguised astonishment.

After a brief moment of surprise, Jiang Hu quickly regained his composure.

He had always felt that Lin Feng was a mysterious person with unconventional ways of doing things, so he wasn't too surprised to see Lin Feng participate in the martial arts examination on his own.

A faint sense of regret crossed my mind.

It's a pity that such a person was ultimately unable to represent the Black Tiger Martial Arts School in battle.

If Lin Feng is also from the Black Tiger Martial Arts School, then the Black Tiger Martial Arts School will become the number one martial arts school in Yongguan County.

Jiang Rou, standing beside him, raised her eyebrows and stared at Lin Feng's figure with resentment and anger in her almond-shaped eyes. She complained to her father in a low voice, "Father, look at Lin Feng. He left without saying goodbye and we haven't heard from him for so long. We thought something had happened to him. We were worried for nothing."

But he did nothing wrong; he just came to participate in the martial arts examination as if nothing had happened. This was clearly an attempt to sever ties and establish his own faction.

What an ungrateful wretch!

She recalled that when Lin Feng was at the martial arts school, she had paid a little more attention to him out of curiosity, but now she felt that her attention was wasted.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hu frowned slightly, glanced at his daughter, and said, "Rou'er, be careful what you say."

Lin Feng paid real money for his martial arts training and didn't owe the martial arts school any favors.

Moreover, he spent most of his time at the charity hall, and I didn't personally guide him, so there wasn't much of a master-disciple relationship between us.

He has his own circumstances and choices, so how can he be called an "ungrateful wretch"?

Do not mention such things again.

If word gets out that we Black Tiger Martial Arts School are domineering, people will think we are.

Although he was a military man, he had his own principles in dealing with people and things. He knew that forced relationships were never sweet, and he was even more unwilling to offend someone of unpredictable depth.

Jiang Rou was scolded by her father. Although she was still unconvinced, she did not dare to openly refute him. She just pursed her lips and suppressed her dissatisfaction, but her eyes were still fixed on Lin Feng in the distance with hostility.

At this moment, seeing that the time had come and all the contestants had arrived, the city lord Zhao Boli, who was sitting on the platform, waved slightly to the official in charge of the event beside him, indicating that it could begin.

The official understood and immediately stepped forward to the front of the platform, loudly announcing: "The Yongguan County Martial Arts Examination for the Year Renyin is now beginning."

All participants drew lots to divide themselves into two groups, A and B, with four people in each group, for the first round of competition.

The wooden box used for drawing lots was brought up.

Lin Feng stepped forward, casually reached out, and took out a bamboo stick engraved with the characters "甲二".

Zhao Erniu drew number one.

Yuan Chun, the senior disciple of Black Tiger Martial Arts School, drew number two.

The other five people also drew lots and were assigned to groups.

"Clang!"

A loud gong sounded, signaling the official start of the competition.

The presiding official announced again in a loud voice: "Groups A and B, four people in each group."

In the first round of the competition, the four players in Group A will compete in pairs, and the winners will advance to the next round.

The rules are the same for Group B.

Ultimately, four people were selected from the two groups to advance to the next round.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience. "Now, the first match of Group A, No. 1, is against No. 2."

Group A, second round, please come to the stage!

Lin Feng followed instructions and calmly stepped onto the makeshift martial arts platform.

His opponent was a dark-skinned, strong man wearing an animal skin vest, who looked like an experienced hunter.

Lin Feng did not recognize this person; he must be a martial artist from a township under Yongguan County.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Three heavy war drumbeats resounded across the training ground, instantly silencing the surrounding clamor and discussion.

Before the drumbeats had even ceased, a glint of light flashed in the hunter's eyes, and with a low shout, he launched the first attack.

He moved with lightning speed, rushing to Lin Feng's side in the blink of an eye. His right fist was clenched tightly, creating a sharp gust of wind as he aimed straight for Lin Feng's vital points in the chest and abdomen.

His punches were steady and ruthless, without any fancy moves; they were typical of real combat techniques.

Faced with this swift attack, Lin Feng neither dodged nor blocked. Just as the fist was about to hit him, he calmly raised his right arm.

It was the same straight punch, but the one that struck later arrived first, meeting the hunter's fist head-on.

Seeing this, the hunter was overjoyed, thinking that Lin Feng was courting death, as head-on confrontation was his forte.

"Bang!"

A dull, not very loud, but unusually muffled sound of flesh colliding rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a "click" sound rang out.