Chapter 132 This Cult Leader is Kind of Cute 37

Yao Yao unwrapped the oil paper package and placed it on the table. "Alright, alright, I asked him to buy this for me. You can eat it if you want; I'm not forbidding you from eating it."

Min Liang naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony; the group had grown up together and had a very good relationship.

He grabbed a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. "Hmph, you're really not loyal. I've known you for so many years and you've never bought me any food."

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A month is neither a long nor a short time, and soon the day of the martial arts tournament arrived.

This day made the already bustling city of Xie even more lively.

On the high platform, a man beat a drum and shouted, "The martial arts tournament! Let it begin!"

The excitement reached its peak, and then several people went on stage to give speeches, reciting the usual clichés and rules of the martial arts tournament.

The competition is fair and square, without using hidden weapons, poison, or underhanded methods. The last one standing can challenge the current leader of the martial arts world, and if successful, he/she can become the new leader.

These words ignited the passion of the young and middle-aged people in the audience. What is the purpose of learning martial arts if not to roam the martial world with a sword, stand at the top of the martial world, and look down on all living beings?

The leader of the martial arts alliance is the person with the highest martial arts skills in the martial arts world, which is a form of recognition!

There is one last day to register after the announcement, so those who are hesitant should register as soon as possible.

There was no such thing as cutting in line midway, because everyone went from the preliminary rounds to the final victory. Cutting in line midway is disrespectful to those who participated earlier.

Yao Yao and her companions had naturally registered early, avoiding the crowds. They planned to return to the inn to rest first.

Liang Gou stood on the high platform, looking at the chaos below, somewhat uneasy. "Brother, do you really think those people are among them?"

"Definitely. How many people in the martial world don't yearn for the pinnacle of martial arts? Brother Liang, rest assured."

Liang Gou had been working with Qi Yun for a long time, and Qi Yun's ideas had never gone wrong, so Liang Gou felt a little more at ease.

The next day, the first round of auditions, was for those who defended their title.

There are ten arenas, and a champion is crowned every three incense sticks to qualify for the second round of selection.

Yao Yao wouldn't be foolish enough to go up and challenge right after lighting the incense. A round would definitely consume a lot of energy, so she always went up when there was still a bit left.

Yao Yao is a woman, and even though she is dressed as a man and has the heroic spirit of a man, her figure is still slender.

This slenderness is called graceful in women, but in men it is described as frail and weak.

As soon as Yaoyao stepped onto the stage, the audience was full of disapproval.

"With that small frame, I could take down ten of them, let alone one!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a disgrace to men. Don't get beaten so badly that you wet your pants in public, that would be truly shameful."

Some people even jeered, "Tch, what can a bamboo pole do? Come down here, don't embarrass yourself."

The one defending the ring was a muscular, burly man who looked down on Yao Yao's small frame and said disdainfully...

"Tsk, kid, you've got guts. Even if I gave you a handicap, you still couldn't beat me. You'd better get down here obediently and don't think you're invincible just because you've learned kung fu for a few days."

Yao Yao remained unfazed. She'd been through countless online attacks in the entertainment industry; what were a few low-brow sarcastic remarks compared to that?

"Don't speak too confidently; it's still uncertain who will win or lose."

Upon hearing this, the burly man thought, "Huh, is this a provocation? Then don't blame me for going too far."

The person in the audience was not a martial artist, and neither of them deliberately lowered their voices, so the conversation was clearly overheard by them.