Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 14
Fighting with the disciples of the Wanshan Sect?
Song Miaomiao understood. It was akin to the modern professional exam. Art examinations, postgraduate entrance examinations, etc., required candidates to be tested on subjects related to their major. Similarly, in selecting martial arts practitioners, it was only natural to assess their skills and capabilities..
But the Wanshan Sect was also among the best in the world, and its disciples could be considered part of a professional class, having received orthodox training. Even if they were restricted to using only one hand, it would be challenging for individuals without similar training to emerge victorious.
The test was really difficult!
Master Fang smiled and said, “Brothers, Master asked me to tell everyone that if anyone loses to a junior brother who has just started, he or she will have to wash clothes for the junior brother for five years.”
The disciples of Wanshan Sect also became a little uneasy, but they still said in unison, “Yes.”
A senior brother washing the clothes for the new junior brother? This… No matter what, it was a very shameful thing. The head of the Wanshan Sect was trying to force the disciples to do their best and not let them go easy on newcomers.
Master Fang continued, “Now, brothers and sisters, please divide into four groups according to the serial numbers of the wooden sticks you have drawn, and stand along the main mountain gate to form four square teams.”
The disciples of the Wanshan Sect moved very quickly, forming four square teams in less than three minutes, with 73 people in each group.
Master Fang waved his hand, and there were sixteen white-clothed disciples who did not belong to the square team. These sixteen people were divided into four groups and stood directly in front of each square team. Each of the four people occupied the apex of a rectangle. Holding the two ends of a white silk ribbon about ten meters long, he tied the end of the white ribbon to the sword in his hand, and stuck it on the ground. In such a way, a temporary arena was formed.
Master Fang commanded, “The heroes who got the wooden sticks are invited to stand outside the temporary arena in the order of their own wooden sticks number. No weapons or hidden weapons are allowed during the competition. Whoever gets out of the white ribbon first will lose.”
The four groups of senior brothers who were challenged by the Wanshan Sect’s leader stood on one side of the mountain gate, and all the contestants stood on the outside of the mountain gate. The middle area was the temporary ring.
Master Fang gave an order, “Start.”
The disciples who tied the ribbons were scattered in the four corners, and were responsible for being the referees of each group, arranging the competitions in order. The first group went from 1-73, the second group 74-146, the third group 147-220, and the fourth group 220-292.
Ling Qianyi drew No. 77, which belonged to the second team.
Across the temporary ring, Song Miaomiao saw from a distance that Senior Brother Song was also in the second team.
The first contestant in the second group was No. 74. He perfectly followed the rule that Master Fang said – whoever got out of the boundary of the white ribbon first would lose.
No. 74 was a big, strong man. He found a huge boulder weighing at least a few hundred kilograms from the foot of the mountain, and threw the boulder into the field with all his strength. The boulder made a big hole in the flat competition area, sinking deeply into the ground.
Song Miaomiao didn’t understand what exactly this muscular man wanted to do. Couldn’t it be that he wanted to beat his opponent with stones during the competition?
Then Song Miaomiao watched helplessly as soon as contestant No. 74 entered the field, he used a jack, grabbed the boulder, and lay motionless on the ground.
Song Miaomiao: …
Ling Qianyi: …
Everyone: ……………
However, the time of happiness was always short, and finding loopholes in the rules was not feasible every time. The brother who got the number 74 was also a big, muscular man. He raised the corner of his mouth, said, “Offended,” kicked contestant No. 74 out of the field, and then hugged the boulder firmly and put it back to the foot of the mountain.
The first fight ended so quickly.
No. 74’s divine power had already shocked everyone. Contestant No. 75 seemed to be a martial arts practitioner, but he didn’t dare to be clever anymore, so he honestly fought No. 75.
No. 75 once again demonstrated the profound martial arts skills of the disciples of the Wanshan Sect, and defeated him with a few moves.
But the seniors were so strong, Ling Qianyi was almost the youngest contestant in the field, neither in age nor size he had an advantage. Song Miaomiao felt a little nervous, but as long as she thought about the coming plots that she wrote back then, and adhered to the principle that the male lead must be powerful, Ling Qianyi was invincible in Wanshan Sect. She let go of the big stone in her heart, and showed a big smile to Ling Qianyi. Boy, you are the male lead! In my writing, you have the attribute of invincibility!
Seeing that Song Miaomiao was so relaxed, Ling Qianyi also tried his best to smile at her.
The next No. 76 was Mr. Pianpian. Although he was young, his cultivation level was already quite deep. From his agility, it could be seen that he was not a coward.
The Young Master contestant No. 76 saw his tricks, and firmly occupied the middle of the competition field, not giving him the slightest chance to kick him out of the ring.
Perhaps the two were really evenly matched. The competition was going evenly until contestant No. 76 found a loophole, forcing him back to step out of the field with his left foot.
Young Master No. 76 saluted and said, “Senior Brother, accept it.”
The guy repented and shouted, “I will wash your clothes for five years!”
All the disciples of the Wanshan Sect burst into laughter.
The referee said, “No. 77.”
After Ling Qianyi glanced at Song Miaomiao, he straightened his thin body and stood in the competition area.
People around whispered, “It’s a kid!”
Senior Brother No. 77 also stood in front of Ling Qianyi, it was—Senior Brother Song!
Senior Brother Song kept a serious face, as if he had never met Ling Qianyi, he said solemnly, “Little brother, please enlighten me,” and raised his hands.
Song Miaomiao didn’t understand any martial arts methods, but felt that Brother Song’s palm was so strong that he could split watermelons with his bare hands. In modern times, he might be able to perform. Ling Qianyi lacked strength, but he had more than dexterity, so he narrowly avoided every move of Senior Brother Song.
Although it took a long time, no one was dissatisfied and urged. It could be seen that the disciples of Wanshan Sect were indeed more patient than ordinary people.
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