What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Chapter 58 The oppressive feeling of Beijing Martial Arts University

Is the match between Beijing Martial Arts University and Songtao Martial Arts University?

As Li Shanshan finished speaking, the once boisterous and noisy atmosphere in the huge open-air stadium abruptly ceased, like a waterfall cut off by a knife.

There were no cheers, no applause.

The gazes of 100,000 spectators, along with those of the other ten participating students from the surrounding provinces, were all focused on the preparation area on the west side of the arena.

That was the camp of Songtao Wuda.

In the preparation area of Songtao Martial Arts University, fifty students dressed in emerald green martial arts uniforms remained in their respective positions, as if they had been collectively frozen in place.

Someone was tilting their head back to drink water, the glass hovering in mid-air, the water flowing down their chin and into their collar without them even noticing.

Someone was bending down to put on a wristband, their fingers stiffening.

The teachers from Songtao Wuhan University who were leading the team were completely dumbfounded.

He shoved the notebook he was holding, which he had been preparing to use to plan tactics, back into his briefcase.

Deploying tactics?

What tactics should we deploy?

Do you teach students how to fly down from the ring in the coolest way?

At the very front of the line, Li Si, the captain of Songtao Martial Arts University, had his lips twitching violently.

He was extremely tall and thin, standing there looking like a withered bamboo pole swaying in the wind.

But at this moment, the bamboo pole's face was as black as a fire poker that had been used for ten years.

Li Si's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. He tilted his head back and stared speechlessly at the transparent alloy dome at the top of the stadium.

He now seriously doubts whether he checked the Chinese calendar when he left home this morning.

Are Songtao Martial Arts University weak?

It's not weak at all!

Among the twelve human prefectures, their performance over the years has consistently ranked in the top tier.

Although they can't compete with a perennial powerhouse like Qinglan Martial Arts University, they are definitely a tough nut to crack for other martial arts universities.

The fifty starting players were all at the Thousand-Pound Realm, with agile movements and tricky martial arts skills.

But now?

In the first match, they directly ran into the Beijing Martial Arts University, a bug-level institution that completely disregarded martial ethics!

It feels like studying day and night for half a year to prepare for a college entrance exam, only to find that the exam paper is full of calculus and quantum mechanics.

What's the point of even bothering with this?!

Li Si gritted his back teeth, making a grinding sound.

After a brief silence in the stands, a burst of extremely synchronized laughter suddenly erupted.

"Wow, Songtao Wuda's luck is absolutely amazing!"

The fat guy in the front row was slapping his thigh and laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears almost streaming down his face.

"Come on, everyone, let's all observe a moment of silence for the brothers of Songtao Wuhan University."

The man next to him, wearing a baseball cap, also joined in the commotion.

"Now, I declare that Songtao Martial Arts University is the unluckiest team in this year's Youth Martial Arts Competition. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

Various gloating whispers drifted down from the stands and into Li Si's ears, turning his face from ashen to a deep purple.

On the other side of the hall.

The most composed people in the entire room were the ten students from Beijing Martial Arts University, who were wearing pure white martial arts uniforms with dragon patterns.

They sat on the metal benches in the preparation area, as steady as retired old men practicing Tai Chi in the morning.

No one showed even the slightest emotional fluctuation because they drew Songtao Wuhan University.

Wei Xiaoran, who was leading the group, crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood up straight.

Her exquisite face, which exuded an extreme chill, remained expressionless.

His gaze remained fixed on the alloy arena ahead, not even glancing at Songtao Martial Arts University.

For a Flying Realm expert who is not yet twenty years old, it makes no difference whether the opponent is Songtao Martial Arts University, Cangyun Martial Arts University, or the previous champion Qinglan Martial Arts University.

An elephant walking on the road will never look down to see whether it has stepped on an ant or a mantis.

"Match 1, Songtao Wuhan University, please send your starting lineup to the stage!"

The referee waved the red flag at the edge of the ring.

On the other side of the martial arts academy in the capital, a slightly chubby boy with a round, oval face stood up from the white-clad formation.

He patted the wrinkles on his clothes, bent his legs slightly, and suddenly exerted force.

"Bang!"

The boy, like a round cannonball, leaped over a distance of more than ten meters and crashed heavily onto the flat alloy arena.

He steadied himself, raised his right hand, and scratched the back of his head with extreme embarrassment.

Judging by his age, this boy was at most a little over ten years old, even more immature than Chen Tiantian, the twelve-year-old genius from Qinglan Martial Arts University.

The boy stood somewhat awkwardly in the center of the large arena.

He turned his head and faced the direction of Songtao Wuhan University below the stage, revealing a kind and adorable smile.

Hello to the older brothers and sisters of Songtao Wuhan University.

The boy even bowed politely.

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the stands.

"He's actually quite polite!"

"This kid seems pretty nervous. He's from Songtao Martial Arts University; we'd better not let him cry!"

After bowing, the boy stood up straight again.

The silly smile on his face hadn't faded yet.

He took a half-step forward very casually.

"boom!"

A violent aura, almost tangible, exploded outwards in a ring from the slightly chubby boy!

The hard alloy ring emitted a tooth-grinding metallic groan.

The alloy plate beneath the boy's feet was actually dented half an inch under the pressure of this aura!

A visible shockwave whipped up dust from the ring, which then spread wildly outwards.

The Thousand-Pound Realm, its peak!

The strong wind blew across Li Si's cheeks, making him feel a sharp pain.

A child who is just over ten years old, and is even scratching his head and giggling.

Peak of the Thousand-Pound Realm!

"My goodness..."

The fat audience member in the front row felt his legs go weak and clung tightly to the metal railing in front of him.

"As expected of the Beijing Martial Arts University! Their skill level is a ceiling that other martial arts university graduates can't even touch!"

"How can they fight like this? Even if the captains of the other martial arts universities went up there, they probably wouldn't be able to hold this kid in one hand!"

Below the arena.

The teacher leading the group from Songtao Wuhan University turned around and looked at Li Si, who was standing at the very front.

The two looked at each other and saw deep despair in each other's eyes.

On the stage, the oval-faced boy was still scratching the back of his head, grinning at them, and even waving, signaling them to come up quickly.

Li Si looked down at his hands, which were covered in calluses.

He is the captain of Songtao Martial Arts University.

Among his peers in Songtao Prefecture, he was an absolute prodigy.

His cultivation level was at the sixth level of the Thousand Jun Realm.

If his opponent is at the seventh or even eighth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm, he is confident that he can fight to the death for hundreds of rounds, and even if he loses, he will break two of his opponent's teeth.

But the peak of the Thousand Jun Realm?

It suppressed him by a full four minor realms!

Crack an egg!

That's not a competition, that's offering yourself up as a punching bag to get beaten up.

Li Si is a martial artist, tough as nails, but not stupid.

He has no masochistic tendencies.

Li Si took a deep breath, turned around, and stood before the gaze of 100,000 people.

"We concede defeat."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Without even fighting a single match, all participants forfeited. This is an extremely rare occurrence in the history of the Youth Martial Arts Competition.

But at this moment, no one uttered a sound of mockery for Li Si's cowardice.

Because of their opponent, Beijing Martial Arts University!

The referee gave Li Si a deep look and raised the red flag in his hand.

"Songtao Wuhan University abstains!"

"Shangjing Martial Arts University wins this round of the competition!"

The oval-faced boy shrugged, seemingly regretting that he hadn't been able to make a move.

He bowed again, turned around, jumped off the stage, and walked back into the white-clad formation.

The competition proceeded extremely quickly over the next few hours.

Li Shanshan stood next to the lottery machine, continuously drawing out the match list.

On the alloy arena, swords flashed and shadows danced, and the sounds of various martial arts techniques clashing were incessant.

Haichuan Wuhan University vs. Pingning Wuhan University.

Qingyuan Wuhan University vs. Yangguan Wuhan University.