I can enjoy the Mythic card pool all to myself

"The fact that Master entrusted the task to the wrong person proves that the so-called destined person was nothing more than a karmic entanglement."

"Since it's a tragic fate, why bother caring?"

Therefore, even if I must sever all emotions and desires, I must never repeat the same mistake...

The Fairy of Shaking Red took a deep breath, her resolve hardening once more.

She stopped paying attention to the crowd below and prepared to focus all her energy on the serpent that could help her reforge the love potion.

But just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a sudden glimpse...

"Um?"

The Fairy of Shaking Red noticed the chubby boy at the tea stall and subconsciously frowned and spoke up.

How did this hopeless idiot end up here?

"What is the Fairy Shaking Red looking at?"

"Perhaps you have someone the fairy knows down there? If so, you might as well tell us, and we can help you out."

As the old man with the cigarette in his hand puffed out smoke, he noticed the strange behavior of the Fairy Shaking Red and immediately became interested.

The Fairy of Shaking Red withdrew her gaze and completely ignored him.

"Hahaha, Benefactor Yan, do you think everyone is like you?"

"This competition was clearly intended for those independent martial artists, yet you still sent your own disciple."

"Could it be that your disciple really wants to take advantage of a young woman and acknowledge Chief Dragon as his father-in-law?"

Guzha Lama grinned and shook his head mockingly.

Upon hearing this, the dragon and the earthworm, who were standing to the side, turned pale.

Those damned old bastards, like toads trying to eat swan meat, they should take a good look at themselves in the mirror.

Pharmacist Ma is old enough to be his father, yet he still interferes in the martial arts contest for marriage among the younger generation. He's really not a proper son!

Fortunately, what Old Man Yan said next eased his expression slightly.

"No, no, my disciple just received a newly crafted poison needle from me, and he couldn't resist trying it out on stage."

Old Man Yan waved his hand, then looked at the dragon and the earthworm.

"Chief Long, it's getting late. Shouldn't we begin the martial arts competition?"

Upon hearing this, the dragon and the earthworm naturally dared not neglect their words and quickly turned around to instruct their subordinates.

"Pass down the order: begin the martial arts competition!"

……

Under the bright sunshine, for thirty miles, there was neither wind nor cloud.

On the dock, a crowd of onlookers watched as a martial arts tournament, a gathering of heroes.

When weapons clash, superiority and inferiority are determined; life is up to man, death is up to fate.

"Thump!"

The gong sounds, and the contestants step onto the stage.

The martial arts contest between the dragon and the earthworm had simple and straightforward rules that even a fool could understand!

The competition will be decided in one day. The ten warriors who are still standing on the stage after dark can board a boat to cross the river, slay the dragon and make a name for themselves!

Only the warrior who survives the confrontation with the dragon can marry the daughter of the dragon and the earthworm!

According to these competition rules, the later you go on stage, the greater your advantage.

After all, most of the people present were ninth-rank martial artists.

However, even ninth-rank martial artists have not yet reached the point where their energy is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

If someone takes office too early and is targeted, they will be exhausted and their efforts will be wasted, thus benefiting those who come after them.

Therefore, the vast majority of people present, looking at the ten high platforms in the arena, chose to remain still.

Only one person, without any scruples, stepped onto the high platform first, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The man was tall, shirtless, and had disheveled hair.

His entire body was muscular and had a bronze hue.

Just by standing there, he exudes a fierce aura, like a tiger, leopard, or jackal.

And this person was none other than the Blood-Handed Butcher Zhao Hubao, whom the chubby boy had inquired about!

"A mob."

"Come on, someone with guts, come up and face your death."

Zhao Hubao crossed his arms, his eyes looking down at the audience, and spoke in a low voice that reached the audience below the stage.

"How dare you! I, Liu Sandao, will take you on!"

Someone flew into a rage and immediately leaped onto the high platform.

Without saying a word, he picked up a horse-slaying sword and swung it fiercely at Zhao Hubao.

However, Zhao Hubao didn't move at all, and casually grabbed...

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing against stone rang out.

Zhao Hubao was unharmed and actually caught the powerful and heavy cleaver steadily.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Such terrifying external martial arts skills shocked the man so much that his expression changed drastically, and he wanted to surrender and abandon the arena without even thinking.

Before he could speak, Zhao Hubao grabbed the horse-slaying saber and yanked it hard!

Caught off guard, the man leaped into the air and flew towards Zhao Hubao.

next moment……

Zhao Hubao grabbed the man and tore him apart forcefully to the left and right!

"Pfft—"

The man didn't even have time to scream before he was torn in two alive!

Blood splattered and stained the arena red, and various internal organs and intestines spilled all over the ground.

The sight caused everyone in the audience to gasp in shock, their eyes filled with horror!

Who could have imagined that a martial arts contest to choose a husband would be so bloody and violent?

Anyone else would have stopped short of causing serious injury, but Zhao Hubao actually tore the man to pieces.

In just the first match, someone has already lost their life for nothing!

In an instant, the martial arts practitioners who had been eager to try their luck in the audience all backed down.

"As expected of a prodigy on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, although his cultivation is only at the peak of the Tendon Transformation Realm, he doesn't seem to be much weaker than us!"

"If this person is also interested in dragons, he could become a major threat to us..."

Old Man Yan's expression was solemn, and he even forgot to puff out his cigarette, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

However, compared to him, Fairy Yaohong and Master Guzha did not take it to heart.

The Fairy of Shaking Red goes without saying, and Master Guzha has his own trump cards, so he is not afraid of this so-called Blood-Handed Butcher at all.

only……

Guzha Lama narrowed his eyes, full of doubt.

"Why is this person's external martial arts training so similar to the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill of my Buddhist sect?"

"The Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill is a seventh-grade martial art; even this old monk is not qualified to practice such a skill."

'But this person doesn't look like a Buddhist monk. Could it be that he secretly learned it from somewhere?'

Guzha was completely baffled, but he secretly kept an eye on Zhao Hubao.

Just as they were all thinking different things, several more people went up on stage to compete.

Among them, the most eye-catching are the old and frail Ma Yaoshi with his yellow teeth, and the ruthless and arrogant Wu Que.

Both of them, without prior arrangement, avoided the arena where Zhao Hubao was located.

Clearly, even they didn't dare to directly confront Zhao Hubao, a prodigy on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

There are differences even among ninth-rank martial artists!

These ninth-rank martial artists were worlds apart from the geniuses who could ascend to the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

However, although they couldn't defeat the prodigies on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, they were more than capable of bullying some even more pathetic wandering martial artists.

as predicted!

As soon as Ma Yaoshi and Wu Que entered the arena, they each gained a firm footing and defeated the martial artists without any chance to fight back.

The Pharmacist Ma was enigmatic, grinning with a mouthful of yellow teeth as he stood on the stage.

Without him making the slightest movement, he could poison every martial artist who stepped onto the stage within a few breaths, causing them to collapse and become unable to rise.

Only the few people on the river-viewing platform could discern the truth behind it.

It turned out that Pharmacist Ma had already laid countless fine poison needles on the stage.

These poison needles are completely invisible to the naked eye and drift in the air with the wind.

As long as someone breathes, the poison needle will penetrate deep into their lungs, making it impossible to defend against.

Wu Que, on the other hand, used his Dragon Claw Hand technique to force those martial artists to stay off the stage.

He was particularly ruthless, always beating people until their arms and legs were broken, leaving them screaming in agony.

Perhaps it was to show off in front of the gang leader.

Seeing that no one dared to go on stage, Wu Que immediately sneered and mocked them:

"A bunch of worthless cowards, you can't even beat me, yet you dare to come to this martial arts contest to find a husband, coveting Miss Weiyang?"

"I advise you to put away those inappropriate thoughts, or you might end up being crushed like a bug by me..."