The Legendary God of Space Time
Chapter 30's
After enlistment, he visited the Martial Dojo under the leadership of the Cloud Leaf School Disciple, and then Feng Xia sat under the auspices of the newspaper not far from the registration point, quietly observe the contestants who came to register.
At this moment the setting sun had been hung on the horizon, and seagulls in the distance were shouting there. Looking at that time, the staff member in charge of the registration started to collect, Feng Xia and Sith did not stop, returning to the hotel where they were staying.
After three days had passed, Feng Xia learned from the competition that 300 contestant names had registered for this Great Competition.
This number was far more than the number of participants of the 21st World Martial Tournament in the original work. It could be seen that Martial Arts Training today was still very prosperous.
However, in the late period, due to the advent of technology and the Martial Arts Tournament, many schools had chosen Hidden World, and professional contestants would gradually decrease. This is a historical trend and a thing that can do nothing.
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This morning, the World Martial Arts Tournament finally opened!
Cloud Leaf Dojo, the crowd surged.
"Ah, look there, it's Mr. kunling at Orin Temple, is the one next to it the Recipe?"
A cry sounded in the ears, and the entire Martial Dojo immediately boiled over.
Feng Xia turned around and saw the yellow-robed old man walking into the Martial Dojo accompanied by the Maple Leaf School Disciple, followed by a small monk.
"Orin Temple ... Isn't that Krillin didn't worship Master Roshi in the presence of the teacher?" Feng Xia blinked his eyes, from the old man, Feng Xia felt a majestic aura.
Quietly put out a Scouter for investigation, and the data obtained was actually 105!
105 Power Levels, which were already extremely powerful in Earthling.
To know Master Roshi from the Dragon Ball Z period, the Power Level was only 139.
Although the kunling Master was not as good as the "Defense Arts God", it was also one of the giants of the Martial Arts Circle.
"Layak is an old school of heritage, this foundation is very deep." Sith looked towards the contestant of Orin Temple, I don't know if it was envy or admiration.
"Uncle Sith, I didn't lose them either." Feng Xia's eyes were fixed on the several young monks next to Master Kunling.
"Then you have to keep doing it." Sith smiled and pushed Patty Feng Xia's shoulder.
To him, as long as Feng Xia could score the Top 8 in the Martial Arts Tournament, he was already very satisfied.
As for celebrities like Orin Temple, let's forget about it.
Seeing that the Sith did not take his own words, Feng Xia licked his mouth and did not speak anymore.
This Uncle Sith, clearly did not believe in Brent, but it was no wonder that the Sky Heaven School had been weak for a long time. Compared to other impressive schools, it was normal not to be optimistic. I don't know when I'm showing strength. When, he's gonna be some kind of expression.
Martial Arts Tournament today, the old generation Martial Artist is basically a spectator, and it is still the younger generation.
"Hey, this time Turtle School's Disciple did not participate." Feng Xia heard this sigh as it passed through the platform.
"It is impossible, it is said that Master Roshi did not accept disciples for many years," said another.
Feng Xi walked sideways from the side, his ears erect, and thought to himself: “Now there are sixty years since the beginning of the plan. At this time, Mr. Roshi should have just accepted Son Gohan as a student, and no one might have represented the school to come. To participate in the World Martial Arts Tournament, you must feel that it is not necessary. ”
Son Gohan is the most eminent Disciple of Master Roshi, and even his final achievements have surpassed those of Mr. Roshi..
Now that it is 60 years before the plot, Son Gohan in this country has only begun studying with Mr. Roshi and training probably not yet a year on Mr. Roshi.
"Feng Xia, the competition will start soon, wait for some spare time, don't underestimate any opponents." Sith groaned, Feng Xia is only at the Primitive Mountain with fighting ferocious beasts, and there is no experience with people, Sith is afraid of Feng Xia. If you're not used to it, you'll be patient.
"Don't worry, Uncle Sith."
Feng Xia was serious and nodded seriously, then his belt, without effort.
On the platform, the sect master of the Cloud Leaf School began to explain the rules of the competition. The audience immediately gave a warm applause. After the applause ended, accompanied by an ear-splitting copper gong, the official competition began.
Feng Xia himself, constantly scanning Senior over with Scouter.
110, 120, 108, 111, 118…
These are all famous characters!
Other than those seniors, the younger generation was much weaker, Feng Xia would not measure, but the best was only six Power Levels, which was a certain gap.
Soon, the competition begins.
According to the image sequence, the Pupils of each Great School were divided into eight competition areas for hegemony, each competition area determined one of the most powerful contestants, and entered the Quarter Finals.
There were no previous tests of strength, no so-called awakening mechanisms, the entire process was a force of difficult conditions! Everything was simple and crude except that the Top 8 was previously used as hidden contestants for the eight competition areas!
Feng Xia was boiling blood, this was a competition Ah he wanted!
Standing in the candidate area, he had been able to feel the inner heart. This kind of emotion was even the same as when he took the college entrance exam that year.
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In the Arena, the first stage contest of the various fields of competition had begun, and the Disciples of the Great School were competing against each other. There were already some less good contestants who had been eliminated because they had found a difference in power. They can only breathe.
This result also attracted the audience under the terrace, but luck was also part of the strength, the heavy presence of Martial Artists, a bit for those who did not regret the good contestants, he said, fast attention to the next competition.
At this moment, Feng Xia also noticed the competition on the stage. Although the movements of the Martial Arts practitioners on this stage were swift and swift, they fell in his eyes, but seemed to slow down the scene. Each movement was not only slow, but also filled with various gaps.
This level of ability also came to participate in the World Martial Tournament?