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Chapter 335: Village Square Brawl
Chapter 335: Village Square Brawl
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The bell tolled.
High atop the main gate’s tower, the massive bronze bell began to swing violently. Its thunderous chime made every martial artist in the crowd crane their necks upward. The tournament had officially begun.
As the final reverberation faded, Huana lifted his microphone and roared with electrifying energy:
“Welcome to the Insect Country’s Tui Town for the Martial Arts Grand Tournament! This is where blood mixes with adrenaline, where fists clash in brutal combat and martial arts collide in epic duels! This is the most legendary spectacle in all of West Blue—the Martial Arts Grand Tournament! On these six platforms, you’ll unleash your ultimate martial prowess to claim victory and advance to the final stage!”
His arm shot downward, pointing toward a colossal central arena surrounded by the six smaller platforms.
“To reach that ultimate stage, you must be the last one standing in the chaotic free-for-all across the six platforms! There are no time limits, no restrictions on weather conditions. Only the victor earns passage to the final arena!”
“And in that final arena, the one who stands victorious at the end will claim unimaginable rewards! Three hundred million Beri from the Luo Family! Five hundred million Beri from the Insect Country! A fiefdom of choice anywhere within Insect Country except the four major towns! And—most importantly—the favor of the Luo Family itself!”
“Now, let the carnage begin! Let the slaughter commence! Unleash your martial might with unrestrained ferocity!!”
Huana crouched low, inhaled sharply, then straightened his spine like a striking cobra and bellowed: “All combatants! See those water vats? Grab the bowls beside them, drink the blood-wine inside, and mount the platforms within one minute! Anyone who fails to ascend in time will be disqualified! Now—begin!!!”
Boom!!!
A tidal wave of martial artists surged toward the massive vats. Murky crimson liquid sloshed in the containers as fighters snatched up bowls, scooped up the blood-red drink, and scrambled toward the six platforms.
Normally, the moment feet touched the platform, the strongest combatants would immediately launch attacks to purge the weaker ones. But this time, an eerie stillness gripped the platforms. Martial artists stood motionless, eyeing each other warily, unwilling to make the first move.
They all understood the risk. Rushing in blindly would invite a swarm of attacks and swift expulsion.
These weren’t just any participants—they were the cream of the Naval Auxiliary Army, battle-hardened veterans. Most were former village ruffians who’d clawed their way to power, determined never to be bullied by stronger foes or lose their dominance over the weak. Every one of them calculated danger before acting.
In this tense stalemate, no one dared initiate the conflict.
So the six platforms remained locked in a silent standoff.
“A clash of wills! A collision of spirits! The martial artists on stage face not only formidable opponents but the crushing pressure of the watching masses. How will they break this deadlock? Let us witness the answer together!”
Huana’s voice blazed with fervor. “Roar your cheers! Let your passion fuel these martial artists to even greater heights of ferocity!”
In past tournaments, the audience’s cheers would erupt like volcanic thunder at this moment. But today—
There was no audience.
As the last martial artist leapt onto the platform, the square below emptied completely.
“Everyone, gather to my side first! We’ll deal with this group now and handle the rest later!”
Suddenly, one platform exploded into action. Carl thrust his fist skyward, rallying most fighters to his corner and splitting the platform into two factions.
“This is a game of luck now! Whoever’s fortunate enough will stand victorious!” Carl grinned at the smaller group facing him. “Drive them off the platform!”
“Like hell you will!”
The remaining martial artists swiftly formed a unified front against Carl’s faction.
The other platforms followed suit, each splitting into two opposing sides as chaotic skirmishes erupted.
The scene—
Puh! Kuro nearly inhaled his cigar smoke wrong, his lips curling into a grin. “This is absolutely incredible.”
This was the Martial Arts Grand Tournament?
More like a village brawl at the town square.
“Ju Geng Senior Sister, aren’t you joining?” Lida tilted her head, puzzled by Ju Geng’s hesitation.
“Ah… yes, right.”
Snapped from her daze, Ju Geng blinked rapidly. The spectacle before her bore no resemblance to the grand martial battles she’d imagined. No legendary figures like “Luo” appeared. Instead, she watched a pack of ordinary fighters—ones she could easily defeat given enough time—scraping and scrabbling for dominance.
When had the Martial Arts Grand Tournament degraded to this?
But then she realized—this was an opportunity. If this was all the competition, she could claim victory effortlessly!
As she stepped forward, a hand blocked her path.
“What are you doing?”
Ju Geng frowned, following the arm to its owner—Kuro’s impassive face. “I’m joining the Navy eventually, but let me finish this tournament first.”
“No.”
Kuro’s gaze lifted to the platform above. “Something’s coming. Its aura feels… wrong.”
Beyond the main gate, at the heart of the Luo Family’s headquarters, a wisp-like figure materialized atop the bell tower.
From this distance, Kuro couldn’t make out the details, but he felt it—the presence of someone watching.
“Finally moving, huh? I thought you’d rot away in there forever.” Kuro exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing.
He’d sensed that aura since entering Tui Town. It had remained dormant in the Luo Family’s compound—until now.
Atop the tower, a man clad in tattered hemp robes sat cross-legged, his long white hair cascading over his face like a curtain. Only his lips, curled into a cruel sneer, remained visible.
“So weak…”
His tongue unfurled—a sharp, sword-like appendage—that flicked across his lips. His grin stretched wider, a predatory beast’s grin buried within his hair, the curve of his lips invisible yet palpable.
A gust of wind swept across the tower.
He vanished.
Boom!!!
The martial artists locked in combat suddenly froze as a deafening clang, like a thousand bronze bells struck at once, reverberated through the air. The shockwave sent every fighter staggering.
All heads snapped toward the central platform—the sacred stage where only the ultimate victor should stand.
And now, someone else stood there.
“White hair! It’s Luo! It’s Luo!”
Huana’s microphone screeched with excitement. “At long last, the Luo Family has sent forth a true champion to spice up this dull spectacle! This could be the moment one warrior faces them all, for clearly these fighters are too weak to even entertain me!”
“Who the hell are you calling weak, bastard?!”
“You kidding us?!”
The insult ignited the martial artists, their faces contorting with rage as they glared upward.
Unfazed, Huana continued, “This Luo Family representative seems unfamiliar. Not the so-called ‘absolute genius’ Luo Wei, nor ‘defense strongest’ Luo Shan. A newcomer, perhaps, but his appearance is… strikingly unassuming.”
The long-haired figure ignored the commentary. His gaze swept across the Navy observers below. Though his hair obscured his face, Kuro felt the eyes linger—first on himself, then settle on Lida.
“Ah… so you’re my lost descendant? Pleased to meet you. I am Luo Shen. Your ancestor.”
Luo Shen’s words drained the color from Lida’s face. Instinctively, she edged closer to Kuro, hiding behind his back.
Kuro’s eyebrow twitched.
Lida’s reaction… was strange.
(End of Chapter)
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