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Chapter 38: Concede, Concede.
Chapter 38: Concede, Concede.
"Su Shidi, your instructor is Ji Sheng."
In the past, he also had disciples who were stubborn and insisted on participating in the martial arts tournament without conceding.
As a result, he was always a step late in saving them.
He did it on purpose, intentionally letting them suffer.
If you step onto the martial training ground, you can only rely on yourself."
During the conversation, Su Chen also realized this.
Wu Yi Shixiong and the others also wanted him to concede and not be stubborn.
However, their intention was for his own good, not wanting him to get injured.
This was completely different from Ji Sheng.
Seeing Su Chen's hesitation, Wu Yi also sighed.
"You came here to prove your strength and clear your name.
Conceding in the new disciple martial arts tournament would indeed make it easier for others to talk behind your back.
At that time, the words accusing you of stealing credit and being greedy for life and afraid of death will only increase."
Everyone around the round table fell silent.
For Su Chen, this was indeed a difficult choice.
After some thought, Wu Yi began to share all the information he knew.
Other senior brothers and sisters also reminded Su Chen.
Among the new disciples, they informed him of those with outstanding strength and their specialties.
In any case, all the information they knew was shared with Su Chen.
Su Chen was grateful in his heart.
Coming to Tiangang City, he at least had some trustworthy friends.
Regarding this martial arts tournament, Su Chen did not plan to back down.
As Wu Yi Shixiong said,
"In the new disciple tournament, if I concede every time and lose miserably, clearing my name would be a luxury.
In the eyes of many, it would even serve as evidence against me."
This martial arts tournament should be an opportunity to prove himself and also to initially clear his name.
On the fourth day, there might still be some worries.
Yao Shijie and Lin Tian Shixiong came to the small courtyard again and offered some pointers.
After a night, today was already the fifth day.
Early in the morning, people had already occupied spots around the martial training ground.
Besides the Tiangang City sect disciples, many city residents also came to watch the excitement.
At the third hour, the sky had already brightened.
Su Chen went straight to the pavilion and, together with other fellow sect members, followed Ji Sheng into the martial training ground.
As expected, his team was the last to arrive.
A laid-back person like Ji Sheng, if he wasn't late, he would be burning incense.
Perhaps he wasn't laid-back, but he looked down on many matters, hence his casual attitude.
There were seven other teams around, and standing in front of each team were their respective instructors.
Su Chen glanced around, and under the other instructors, there were about fourteen or fifteen disciples.
Only Ji Sheng had more, with twenty-four disciples.
In the center, the Grand Elder saw Ji Sheng's appearance and the fact that he brought a team of disciples at this time, and he couldn't help but frown.
At the second quarter of the third hour, the Proclamation Elder delivered the opening speech.
The opening remarks were a formality, akin to a New Year's wish.
Subsequently, he began to address the main matter.
"In this year's martial arts tournament, each instructor's disciples will first compete among themselves.
After half of the winners are determined, the competition will proceed according to the rules of previous years.
During the competition, disciples will showcase their skills but must also be careful not to injure their fellow disciples.
Instructors, please protect your students.
As for rewards, the sect will customize a weapon for the champion of this year's tournament.
The quality will be at least upper-grade.
As for other rewards, they will remain the same as previous years."
With the necessary announcements made, the tournament officially began.
Many had already guessed that there would be such a change this year.
In the past years, the Martial Arts Tournament consumed too much time. A single day was hardly enough to determine a winner.
Now, with the arrival of spring, there wasn't sufficient time to conduct such a lengthy tournament.
As a result, the time for duels was reduced.
The Elders only allotted half a shichen (a traditional Chinese unit of time equivalent to two hours) for the instructors to compete and select half of the winners from among their disciples.
Though this was the plan, everyone knew which disciples among each instructor's disciples were in the top half in terms of strength.
Ji Sheng turned to the crowd:
"Are there any volunteers to withdraw? That way, you won't have to concede with a defeated face later on.
After all, the rewards are the same, just some consolatory medicinal pills.
If no one volunteers, I'll randomly choose people."
After his words, many disciples genuinely chose to concede.
Conceding now wasn't as embarrassing.
Moreover, the number of disciples who conceded exceeded half, and Ji Sheng casually pointed at two of them, asking them to go up and concede later.
At the fourth hour, this year's New Disciple Martial Arts Tournament officially began.
The rules of the tournament were that each instructor would lead their team.
In each round, each instructor would arrange for one disciple to step forward, then challenge, or be challenged by others.
Lose, then be eliminated. Win, then join the team. After one round of interval, can appear again.
So on and so forth, those with insufficient strength will basically be hard to catch up.
Actually, four people will be eliminated in each round.
It doesn't seem like a lot, but in the previous few times, the strength difference was vast.
Basically, it would take less than a quarter of an hour for a round of duels to end."
Su Chen looked at Ji Sheng standing in front, and in the first round, he casually called up the disciple closest to him.
The eight instructors had already sent out their disciples.
As for the opponents, they were decided by the eight instructors through discussion.
Since the participating disciples would definitely pick easy targets, the last ones with inadequate strength advancing to the next round would go against the initial intention of the tournament.
Soon, the first round's opponents were confirmed.
Upon learning that they were facing Ji Sheng's disciples, everyone couldn't help but celebrate.
The tournament officially began.
In the initial rounds, the strength difference was indeed vast.
Almost two to three moves were enough to determine the winner.
The disciples of the respected instructors were indeed extraordinary.
The opponents nearly all required the protection of their instructors to retreat unscathed.
Seeing this, Su Chen glanced at his classmates beside him, his face turning somewhat gloomy.
After the first six disciples had their turn, it was time for Ji Sheng's disciple to take action.
Before he even made a move, Su Chen saw his classmate concede.
He walked down with a desolate expression, probably feeling embarrassed.
But compared to getting injured, it was better to choose embarrassment.
Many onlookers turned their attention to the disciple behind Ji Sheng.
Even the common folk whispered and pointed.
Ji Sheng's disciples, unwilling to lose face, seemed to be looking for opportunities to leave one by one.
The second round began, and Ji Sheng casually arranged for another disciple to step forward.
The result was the same; seeing the strength of the others, this disciple lost his courage and chose to concede.
The third round, concession.
The fourth round, concession.
In the other instructors' teams, there were wins and losses.
Only in Ji Sheng's team were there all concessions.
After each conceding disciple stepped down, they quickly left the martial training ground.
Ji Sheng's area behind him seemed somewhat empty.
The spectators chatted and pointed.
Not far away, Ouyang Chuan's gaze fell on Su Chen, his face filled with a smile.
(End of Chapter)
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