Liu Shengnian then took out a piece of paper from his arms and read the competition rules aloud.
The Naibi Competition is not a formal competition. The rules are very simple. There are only three:
1. The duration of the competition is one-third and a quarter of an hour. If there is still no winner when the time is up, it will be considered a draw.
2. Weapons, hidden weapons, poisons, lime... are not allowed to be used.
3. If you are hit or appear, you will be considered defeated.
"Brother Xiang, are the rules of the martial arts competition the same as this?"
After Zhao Lin listened carefully, he turned to ask Xiang Shaofeng beside him.
"It's not the same."
Xiang Shaofeng shook his head, "The martial arts competition will be in the round-robin competition stage, and the time limit is quarter of an hour. When it comes to the one-on-one competition, you can fight for as long as you like."
"The determination of victory and defeat is also different. In martial arts competitions, as long as people stand in the ring, they can keep fighting without admitting defeat, and they are responsible for life and death."
"In fact, no matter who it is, they always see the opportunity to kill."
As he spoke, he pulled open his collar, revealing a long scar on his shoulder, and grinned, "I earned this with a win."
"Hehe, but that guy didn't do well either. I broke three of his ribs."
Zhao Lin's eyelids jumped twice when he saw it, and his heart was awe-inspiring.
Although there were no swords and swords in this martial arts competition, the intensity was no less intense than the fighting on the battlefield.
There are three wooden boxes of different colors placed on the table on the north side of the school grounds. The teachers from the three parties have collected the disciples' waist badges in advance and put them into the boxes respectively.
Liu Shengnian took out a waist badge from the wooden box of Xingyun Sect, and the teacher of Liyang Sect also took out one.
"Bi Lan."
"Li Song."
The two disciples whose names were called got up and walked into the school field, standing in a competition field.
Several teachers continued to take waist badges from the wooden box, and then six more disciples came on stage.
The four teachers walked to the four fields and shouted almost simultaneously: "One, two, three!"
When the eight disciples heard the order, they immediately started fighting.
For a time, hundreds of eyes focused on eight people.
Zhao Lin emitted ultrasonic waves, scanning with his eyes and monitoring with echolocation, paying attention to the four competitions at the same time.
After watching it for a while, I gradually realized the differences between the three major sects’ martial arts.
The Xingyun Sect is located in the north, and its folk customs are fierce and brave, and its moves are hard, violent, and fast. The Zhennan Sect is famous for its agility and agility, and various changes are endless.
The martial arts of the Liyang Sect are quite distinctive from the Western Regions, with techniques such as throwing, kicking, and grabbing being the main ones.
The competition went very quickly, and there was rarely a time when the hourglass ran out before the winner was determined.
Whenever the competition is over, the instructor takes out the waist badges from the wooden box, and the disciples come on stage one after another like a revolving door.
There were more than twenty competitions in just a cup of tea, and the most outstanding performance among them was undoubtedly the Xingyun Sect.
After practicing in the Seven Breaths Battle, the disciples of Xingyun Sect acted boldly and decisively without any delay.
Without being familiar with the opponent's style and strength, he almost didn't test them and launched a fierce attack immediately, catching the disciples of Liyang Sect and Zhennan Sect by surprise.
Many people were confused after coming off the field and did not show their due strength at all.
Xingyun Sect won nearly half of the games, completely overwhelming the other two sects.
The Xingyun Sect disciples who were watching the battle were overjoyed, while the Liyang Sect and Zhennan Sect sighed and even complained.
"Why are the people of Xingyun Sect like this? As soon as the teacher started shouting, he rushed up, as if he met the enemy who killed his father."
"That's right, there is no martial ethics at all."
"We have to be careful when we go on stage later..."
Chu Hong's eyes flashed and he looked at Yang Lin, "I didn't expect that Brother Yang has only taken over the inner courtyard for two years, and the disciples under his disciples have changed so completely. It's really admirable!"
Yang Lin looked indifferent and said, "Junior Brother Chu has won the prize. The competition has just begun, so I can't see anything yet. I think it's mostly luck."
Zhong Yuntian's face was a little confused. Just now he was confident enough to ask for twelve places, but he didn't expect that he would be at a disadvantage at the beginning.
Although the person he was fighting against at this time was not the strongest disciple, Yang Lin's method of teaching his disciples was evident from a small perspective, and he couldn't help but feel worried.
In less than an hour, all twelve disciples from each sect competed for a round.
But this is not over yet. The winning disciple will compete again and gain an additional amount of practical experience.
This time the fight was more intense, but overall Xingyun Sect still had the upper hand.
Chu Hong and Zhong Yuntian looked at each other and saw the surprise on each other's faces.
They all understood that the defeat of the disciples of our sect was not due to lack of strength, but more due to the inability to adapt to the opponent's aggressive style of play and the overly rigid style.
After figuring this out, both of them began to think about how to make changes so that the disciples would not fall into passivity at the beginning.
At the end of the competition, Hu Xuancheng made three copies of the recorded victory and defeat results and gave them to the three elders.
Yang Lin only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze. He asked Zhong Yuntian and Chu Hong in a questioning tone: "How do you think the top twelve compare? Should you start with the first place or the twelfth place?"
Zhong Yuntian said without hesitation: "The first two times were in reverse order, this time let's start from the first place!"
The reason why he proposed this was because He Liancheng, the chief disciple of the Liyang Sect, was extremely powerful, and Zhong Yuntian was confident that he could come out on top, so that the following disciples would be inspired to show their strength.
Otherwise, if he loses a few more games, he will almost lose the face to stay.
Chu Hong had the same idea and agreed: "What Brother Zhong said is exactly what I want."
Yang Lin nodded and sent a message to the four instructors present, telling them the decision of the elders.
Liu Shengnian and others bowed their hands towards the stands, and then called the top disciples of their respective sects to the field.
He Liancheng from the Liyang Sect, Xiao Jin from the Xingyun Sect, and Huang Guanglie from the Zhennan Sect, the three chief disciples entered the school grounds one after another.
The first competition was between He Liancheng and Xiao Jin.
Xiao Jin's gold-cutting chop was extremely sharp, like a sharp sword, slashing out streaks of light.
He Liancheng also practiced metal skills. The energy stretched from the edge of the palm to the elbow and arm joints, and the arc of the sword curved into a crescent.
During the swing, the scimitar turned into a golden brilliance, circling and flying in the school grounds.
The two energies collided, making the sound of metal clashing.
The disciples watching the battle all held their breath and concentrated, not even blinking.
Zhao Lin secretly marveled, thinking that although he had made rapid progress, he had only been in the Blood Realm for just one year, and there was still a gap between him and the two strongest disciples of Dai Viet.
"It seems that if you want to get a ranking in the martial arts competition, you must break through to the first level of blood realm!"
I secretly made up my mind to stop practicing Qi Qi Kung Fu as soon as the Neibi Conference is over and attack the realm with all my strength.
The two men exchanged dozens of moves in the blink of an eye. He Liancheng suddenly rotated his arms continuously and swung the powerful scimitar in a circle.
The circle and the gold-cutting chop touched each other several times, and only a few "clang-dang-dang-dang" sounds were heard. He Liancheng suddenly retreated, stopped fighting, and showed a smile on his face.
Xiao Jin was startled for a moment, then looked down and saw a scratch that was more than a foot long on the hem of his clothes on his right side.
(End of chapter)
