Set a goal, and the system takes over the body.

Chapter 69 Wielding the Overlord's Spear with the Body of a Woman

Qi Xiuyuan and the others nodded slightly, secretly memorizing each unfamiliar face.

As for those things that are already familiar, there's no need to bother memorizing them again.

but.

For Qu Jiuge, each one of them was clearly someone he needed to remember.

He also knew that if it weren't for him, Qi Wence wouldn't have needed to give such a detailed introduction.

All of this was clearly intended to broaden his horizons.

We must never let our master down.

"As for the people from Zhentian Martial Arts School, if you encounter them, you must go all out. If you can cripple them, then cripple them. If you can't win, then admit defeat early and don't be stubborn," Qi Wence added.

There's no longer any semblance of camaraderie between Qingshan Martial Arts School and Zhentian Martial Arts School.

Two years ago, Han Zhou defected from Qingshan Martial Arts School and joined Zhentian Martial Arts School.

The feud between the two families was already irreconcilable.

This is not news to other people.

The veteran martial artists present all knew about the feud between the two families.

Xia Chengyan, the master of Baqiang Martial Arts School, merely glanced at Qingshan Martial Arts School without saying a word.

Seeing that people from various martial arts schools, security escort agencies, and other forces had gathered, Tongzhi Zhao Jingxing straightened his clothes, turned around and went to a nearby restaurant. Before long, he invited the newly appointed prefect Wu Jianghan out.

Wu Jianghan was about forty years old, tall and thin, with a neatly groomed goatee on his chin.

He wore a black gauze hat, a scarlet official robe with a cloud and goose embroidered on his chest, a plain silver belt around his waist, and black boots. His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and he exuded an air of authority that commanded respect without anger.

Wu Jianghan took his seat on the official seat directly in front of the martial arts arena, flanked by two guards with swords, their figures as straight as spears.

He looked around, cleared his throat, exchanged a few polite words, and then announced the official start of the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament.

"Thump!!"

A deep, resonant gong resounded throughout the venue, abruptly silencing the clamor.

All eyes turned to the martial arts arena.

"Watch the martial arts competition carefully. No matter how many times I tell you, it's not as good as seeing it for yourself. Remember the strengths of each martial art. This is the most important gain from your trip."

Qi Wenze reminded him.

"Shen Feiyi of the Overlord Spear Martial Arts School, please enlighten me, fellow practitioners!"

Shen Feiyi was the first to leap onto the martial arts stage, her movements agile and graceful.

With a flick of her wrist, she twirled a red-tasseled spear in her hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, gleaming coldly.

"Changhong Escort Agency, Mo Wei!"

Mo Wei stepped onto the stage with his sword and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Shen Feiyi.

Battle is imminent.

Qi Xiuyuan was somewhat surprised, not expecting Shen Feiyi to be the first to go on stage.

He thought that the Baqiang Martial Arts School would let someone else go out and test the waters first.

Mo Wei wielded a formidable Long Rainbow Blade Technique, his moves were fierce and each strike had the momentum of a rainbow, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound, its power was considerable.

Many martial artists in the audience nodded in approval.

Shen Feiyi brandished her red-tasseled spear with sweeping, powerful strokes, displaying an imposing aura.

The spear tips drew gleaming silver arcs in the air, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound—thrusting, stabbing, striking, slamming, entwining.

His attacks were forceful and aggressive, relentlessly pressing forward.

Although Mo Wei's swordsmanship was fierce, he was forced to retreat repeatedly under the pressure of Shen Feiyi's spear, and could only barely parry.

"To wield the Overlord Spear like a woman, this girl Shen truly deserves to be called the number one genius of the Overlord Spear Martial Arts School. Moreover, I heard that her cultivation has already broken through to the late stage of the Inner Strength Realm. She truly has the spirit of a heroine."

"It is said that a few days ago, the disciples of the Overlord Spear Martial Arts School encountered the Iron-Eating Demon Bear and suffered heavy losses. She was also seriously injured. Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, not only did she recover from her injuries, but her strength also improved."

"This woman's Overlord Spear Technique has probably been passed down to her by Brother Xia, and she has quite the style of Brother Xia back then."

"Brother Xia, congratulations!"

Several people who had a good relationship with Xia Chengyan offered their congratulations with clasped hands.

Xia Chengyan also cupped his hands and nodded, responding to each response with a joyful smile on his lips.

Qi Xiuyuan, Xu Yi, Qu Jiuge, and several others were also carefully observing the competition on the martial arts stage.

Qi Xiuyuan's gaze followed the trajectory of Shen Feiyi's spear technique, silently analyzing each of her moves and comparing them with his own martial arts.

Qu Jiuge was completely absorbed in watching, her mouth slightly open, her fingers unconsciously gesturing towards the name.

After a dozen or so moves, Mo Wei's swordsmanship began to falter, and his footwork started to become unsteady.

Shen Feiyi unleashed a powerful spear thrust, the tip of which trembled, precisely striking away the longsword in Mo Wei's hand. The blade tumbled several times in the air before crashing to the edge of the training platform.

She turned and kicked Mo Wei squarely in the chest, sending him flying off the martial arts stage.

"Baqiang Martial Arts School, Shen Feiyi wins!"

The sound of a gong rang out.

"Who's next?"

The chief referee of the martial arts competition was a highly respected senior figure in the martial arts world, named Elder Chen. He was nearly seventy years old, with gray hair, but he was full of energy and had a strong voice.

He sat upright on a high chair on one side of the martial arts stage, his back straight, showing no signs of old age.

They were invited by the government.

His apprentice was none other than Zhu Ju, the chief constable of the yamen.

The Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament never involves anything like drawing lots for matches.

After one match is over, the next match will be a change of players, a change of challenger.

The winner advances.

The loser is eliminated.

Those who go on stage can also challenge those in the audience. If the challenged person has not yet competed and is willing to accept, they can go on stage on their own.

Generally, if someone challenges a person, they will usually choose to fight if the two are not too far apart in strength.

Otherwise, it's stage fright.

That's cowardly and will be ridiculed.

With so many eyes watching, nobody wanted to go back with a reputation for being a coward.

of course.

If a challenger names someone much weaker than himself, he will also be ridiculed and labeled as a bully who preys on the weak.

We are all martial artists from Yizhou.

Basic dignity is still necessary.

Therefore, challenges between opponents with significantly different strengths are generally unlikely.

If someone were to actually do that, they would be the subject of gossip and criticism wherever they went in Yizhou.

In the blink of an eye, one battle after another began to unfold.

Some wielded swords, some knives, some whips, and others used fists and feet, all displaying their martial arts skills to the fullest.

On the martial arts stage, energy surged and dust billowed.

Every now and then, people would shout their approval and clap their hands in admiration.

"Senior Brother, that guy just used a move similar to 'Tiger Descending the Mountain,' right? He fought fairly well, but did he really deserve any applause?"

Qu Jiuge asked in a low voice, somewhat puzzled.

Qi Xiuyuan glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Junior Brother Qu was able to see it at a glance, which shows he has good eyesight. But martial arts isn't just about testing skills; it's also about building relationships. Saying 'good' won't cost you anything, and it'll give him face. Why not?"

Qu Jiuge nodded thoughtfully: "I see. In other words, as long as there is no irreconcilable feud between the two sides, they will give each other some face."

Qi Xiuyuan nodded.

This kind of thing happens every year at the martial arts tournament, so it's nothing new.

Some seasoned veterans have an exceptionally good sense of timing when they offer praise, which always makes people feel comfortable.

"Second Uncle, I'm going to go on stage next, so that the people from Zhentian Martial Arts School don't get there first and put us at a disadvantage," Qi Xiuyuan murmured.

Qi Wence frowned and said, "That's not a good idea. If you go up first, Han Zhou will definitely target you directly."

Qi Xiuyuan was about to say that this was the result he wanted.

But before he could speak, a tall figure leaped up and stepped onto the martial arts stage.