From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

End of Chapter 78

Not everyone who participates in the martial arts exam does so with the intention of achieving a high ranking and joining the Taisho Military Police and Special Agents.

These people are well aware of their own abilities. Some just want to demonstrate their strength and then find a good patron to become their retainers.

Now, after such a fierce battle, although the pharmacist from the county government is treating him, it's only a routine recovery of his energy. He won't be able to return to his peak condition. If he were to go into battle now and get seriously injured, that would truly be a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

Although taking a gamble might offer a better future, these individuals, after weighing their own circumstances and the quality of the other participants, wisely chose to leave.

The examiners in charge of this assessment were not surprised; this kind of situation happens every year.

Of course, this only applies to the annual and triennial tournaments. As for the once-a-decade World Martial Arts Tournament, if you successfully make it to the final round, the final will be held in the capital city under the emperor's nose.

You can concede during the duel, but if you forfeit before the match even starts, Da Zhao will teach you a lesson about true martial spirit.

The examiner waited a moment before asking, "Is anyone else here?"

Only four or five people raised their hands.

With someone taking the lead, these wavering individuals still chose to follow their hearts. Da Zhao only selected the top twenty ranked people, which was still too difficult. Even if they hadn't been injured, they might not have been able to break in, let alone now.

Is anyone else here?

This time, no one is responding anymore.

"Then I hereby declare the final round of martial arts selection to begin."

As soon as the examiner finished speaking, the last few dozen martial arts students lined up and randomly received number tags from the box.

Who do you think will become the champion of the martial arts exam?

"I was initially quite optimistic about Yang Zheng from the Blood Dragon Gang, but there are quite a few strong contenders this time. There are several mixed-action selection rounds on several arenas where only one person can stand, such as Fu Que on arena number seven and Yu Ling on arena number ten. This makes it too difficult to choose."

"I have a high opinion of Fu Que. This young man is strong and ruthless. He has obviously experienced a lot of life-and-death battles. He should have more than enough combat experience to face this kind of arena competition."

"Yes, what happened yesterday was really brutal. Amidst the dust, Fu Que tore Qi Wei, the eldest son of the Qi family, into a human pig."

There was a buzz of discussion in the audience. After receiving her number, Yu Ling glanced at the people in her row out of the corner of her eye, but did not see Fu Que.

"Looks like we won't have to face him in the first round."

Thinking this, Yu Ling stepped onto the stage. It was still a simultaneous arena competition, where martial artists who had chosen the same number went up to the stage to duel.

Fu Que's number was 8. As he stepped onto the ring marked with number eight, his opponent walked over from the other side of the ring.

Although Da Zhao doesn't know what size is, they have other ways to adapt to the wearer's body shape.

Fu Que's opponent was a young woman with short hair that reached her eyebrows. Her pure gray training clothes seemed to have a certain elasticity and stretch, and they fit her well. Through the gray training clothes, one could vaguely see her supple and energetic muscles.

His skin was slightly dark, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he had an air of competence that he had developed over time. His eyes were clear and bright.

In Fu Que's opinion, this is a girl whose looks are worth 80 points and whose figure is worth over 90 points. Even though she is just a martial artist who has not yet cultivated her Qi, her figure is no less than that of a group of supermodels.

"The Mo family, Mo Qing."

The two stood still, and Mo Qing spoke first.

After mentally reviewing the list of enemies and not finding the Mo family among them, Fu Que immediately lost interest.

"Number 8, Fu Que."

Fu Que nodded in response.

"I'm sorry."

Fu Que let out a low shout and charged forward without any hesitation, unleashing a double-slashing Crane Fist that slammed down on his head, accompanied by a howling wind.

With a surge of energy, his muscles rippled, and a fierce gust of wind pressed directly against Mo Qing's face.

Mo Qing shifted her feet, brushing past the force of the punch, and with her left hand, the "Ape Offering Peach" gesture was already aimed at Fu Que's chin, the force held back but not released.

If this happens, unless divine powers or precious medicines are used again, even with the help of a skilled physician, he will be able to survive on liquid food for at least a month.

Fu Que didn't care at all, seemingly unaware of Mo Qing's right hand wrapped around his back. He pressed down with his right hand, as if parting the grass to find a snake, and pushed aside Mo Qing's left hand before Mo Qing's hidden right hand could exert any force.

He lowered his waist and stomped his hips, letting out a roar that, along with a gust of air, slammed into Mo Qing's cheek.

The two were engaged in close combat, at most an arm's length apart. Although Mo Qing was on guard, those moves were aimed at Fu Que. Who would have thought that Fu Que would suddenly pull such a stunt?

Caught off guard, Mo Qing felt a sudden dizziness and mental confusion, and her hands involuntarily slowed down.

In the real world, the girl in front of him had a figure that was not much different from Qi Hong's. She was probably lucky to have won a place in the ten-person melee. Fu Que had no intention of teasing her and directly used force to overpower her.

"Further victory at Arena Number Eight!"

The clerk greeted him, and Mo Qing, belatedly realizing what was happening, finally reacted. Although she still had some tinnitus, the roar was simply due to Fu Quechun's great strength and did not cause any other damage. With a martial artist's physique, she recovered quickly.

She looked down and realized she had left the ring. When she looked up at Fu Que at the edge of the ring, Fu Que made a fist-and-palm gesture to her.

Mo Qing didn't hesitate. She bowed and thanked Fu Que for showing mercy, then left the training ground. She wasn't stupid. In her dazed state, Fu Que could send her off the stage and cripple her.

After several more duels, Fu Que easily defeated his opponents, but his methods were not as ruthless as the previous day; he basically stopped short of defeating them.

This action sent a clear signal to everyone present: Fu Que was targeting the Qi family.

"Fine, I'll abstain."

After breaking into the top ten, the opponent, panting heavily and covered in dust and bloodstains in his gray training clothes, saw Fu Que's still light and airy posture and clean training clothes. His expression changed for a moment, but he still chose to admit defeat.

He had fought his way into the top ten with great difficulty, while his opponent looked like he was just having a picnic. The difference in strength was obvious, so in order to avoid physical pain, he simply admitted defeat.

Anyway, I've already made it into the top ten and made a name for myself in Gaoyang County. At least I don't have to worry about the basic expenses of learning martial arts in the future. In fact, if I'm a little lazy, living a comfortable life won't be a problem.

"Thank you for your concession."

Fu nodded, then returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute.

Soon, the other arenas also concluded their matches, and the five remaining arenas were those of the winners of this martial arts competition.

Yang Zheng and Yu Ling were both on the list, but their condition had declined after a series of battles.