Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God

The next day.

The morning sun bathed the land, and the millennia-old sky once again brimmed with vitality. A bit past eight in the morning, people were already steadily entering the Grand Martial Arts Arena located next to Xuanwu Street in Everlasting City.

This national Martial Arts Tournament, held every five years as a grand martial arts event, naturally attracted countless people from the world of martial arts.

Besides those who qualified to advance and compete, there were many unselected individuals who rushed to Chang Kong to get a glimpse.

Additionally, numerous people from major martial arts sects and National Martial Arts families had also come to offer their support.

This newly built Grand Martial Arts Arena could accommodate 12,000 people, and it was already packed with crowds, evident of its immense popularity.

Li Feng and others, having eaten breakfast, also arrived at the Grand Martial Arts Arena, astonished by the sea of people inside.

"So many people came, wasn't it said that National Martial Arts is declining, and there are very few who practice martial arts?"

Xiao Xi clicked her tongue a little. Since learning martial arts with her master, Xiao Xi had actually felt quite lonely. She had no brothers or sisters, and besides practicing, there was not much interaction with people of the same path. During the previous Southeast regional competition, she was already amazed and didn't expect that it was just a small scene compared to now.

Tie Xuan said, "It's not like the past, but in recent years, there's been some progress. Furthermore, this Grand Martial Arts Arena isn't that large; it only accommodates over 10,000 people, not even comparable to a singer's concert venue."

"Moreover, many from the same sects, even relatives, have come. In our Vajra Sect, quite a few of my brothers paid their way here to cheer for me, don't you have any?"

Xiao Xi pouted, "I'm my master's only disciple, where would I have brothers and sisters?"

"Don't look at me."

Li Feng shook his head. He didn't really count as a proper martial arts person; he was taught by his grandfather, and as for those Dragon Guards, most couldn't be seen in the open.

As for his woman, Li Feng didn't plan to get them involved.

"Jin'er, have you found that bastard yet?"

Shen Yanran, her face slightly red, looked around. This place seemed tailored for her, far more entertaining than any matchmaking event.

Wang Jin'er put down the binoculars, "Yanran, can't you watch your mouth a bit? Li Feng didn't do anything to you, why hold a grudge?"

"Hmph, he took away my best friend, isn't that a grudge? I'm at odds with him. But for that bastard to also make it into the national Martial Arts Tournament, the heavens must really be blind."

Shen Yanran snorted twice.

Wang Jin'er felt helpless, and Shen Yanran added, "Alright, alright, seeing you so dazzled by people, but why don't you call that bastard to say you're here? Acting all secretive, are you trying to surprise him or something?"

Wang Jin'er shook her head, "He told me about it, but he didn't want me involved, so I wanted to come on my own."

"There are too many people now, but once the competition begins, we should be able to find him."

Shen Yanran pouted, "I really don't know what he's thinking. Is he too rich or are his girlfriends not sweet enough that he came to the tournament to seek abuse? His hobby is quite peculiar."

"And I just asked around, this tournament isn't simple. All the famous sects and martial arts families of Yan Country have come, like Wudang, Shaolin, Xingyi, Eight Diagrams, Hong Sect, Kunlun, Emei, along with many others I can't name; it truly is a martial arts gathering."

"And all the participants are masters from each sect, all with exceptional skills."

"Li Feng isn't bad; he could even make it to the finals."

"Precisely because it's the finals, it's not easy. After all, getting here means being one in a hundred, selected through trials. Li Feng's skills may not necessarily beat the real deal."

Shen Yanran continued to criticize Li Feng. Firstly, because she was at odds with him, and secondly, this was true since making it to the national finals meant they were outstanding young talents.

"Everyone, please be quiet. The Martial Arts Tournament is about to begin."

"The drawing ceremony for this match has already taken place in advance, and the matchup chart has been displayed on the big screen."

On all sides of the audience, there was a giant screen on which a pyramid-shaped matchup chart appeared.

"Why are they all numbers?"

"Yeah."

"How do we know who's fighting who? I'm completely confused."

"Please be quiet. According to the prior drawing rules, the participants received their numbers in advance, but these numbers are unknown to each other and even the committee only knows the matchup chart, not the numbers the participants hold."

The host hadn't even finished speaking when there was a commotion below.

"Next, let's welcome our first matchup pair, number seventeen against number thirty-one."

As the host finished speaking, the ground on both sides of the stage in the Grand Martial Arts Arena opened up, and two people slowly rose up.

"Number seventeen is Luo Qingyun from Wudang."

"His opponent is Yan Li from Iron Sand Sect."

"It's started, it's started! Luo Qingyun against Yan Li, odds at one to three. Any bets, only five minutes, place your bets now!"

"I bet on Yan Li."

"I'm also betting on Iron King Yan."

A bit of chaos appeared in the crowd beside them, but it didn't last long. Shen Yanran watched as someone who had bought a bet ticket returned to their seat and couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you all betting on Yan Li? Isn't Wudang a major martial arts sect? Why aren't you choosing the Wudang disciple?"

"Miss, from your looks, you're not from the martial world, are you?"

Shen Yanran nodded, "Kind of half, I like martial arts and have studied under a master, but it's my first time at such a grand event."

"Heh."

The man who purchased the ticket observed Shen Yanran and Wang Jin'er, both outstanding in appearance, and naturally didn't mind showing off a bit.

"This Luo Qingyun is indeed a Wudang disciple. Wudang, as a major sect in the world of martial arts, certainly has depth. But you can't be fooled by those novels and TV dramas; Wudang's disciples really aren't that special."

"As for Yan Li, he's different. This guy, nicknamed Iron King Yan, participated in the last Martial Arts Tournament and made it into the top sixteen. His pair of iron palms is unmatched, and it's said Iron King Yan, to become stronger, joined the Guards, not only serving the country but also having fought in overseas battles, achieving great feats."

"Hey, one is an Iron King Yan who's killed, the other a greenhorn from the hothouse, who would you think will win?"

He boasted.

"Naturally it's Iron King Yan."

Shen Yanran almost replied without thinking; having been on the battlefield compared to not, having killed compared to not, these are entirely different levels.

That Wudang disciple is really unlucky to encounter such a ferocious character.

As they spoke, the host had already announced the start of the match.

"Wudang disciple."

Yan Li squinted, looking at the other side's elegant and somewhat idol-like Luo Qingyun, "A flower from the hothouse, if I were you, I would kneel and surrender now to avoid later pain."

"My pair of iron palms can be deadly when landed."