The 58th Martial Arts Arena

  At noon, in the northwest of the county town, a large martial arts arena was holding a martial arts competition called "The Great Wheel Guard Battle", with thousands of people gathered, exceptionally lively and hot.

  The rules of the "Che Lun Shou" competition are simple: the host must be one of the top ten gangs in Pingzhou to be eligible, and participants must include at least five of the top ten gangs. The contestants are divided into defenders and challengers.

  The guardian of the arena must be a master recognized by the top ten gangs in Pingzhou, and only then can he set up this arena. The challenger cannot be a fake hero either, but must be a well-known master on the rivers and lakes to have the qualifications to get on stage.

  The guardian must resist the alternate crazy attacks of challengers from under the arena with one person's strength. Every ten challengers, for one round. As long as someone challenges, the host must respond to battle regardless of any situation, life and death are borne by oneself, otherwise, they will actively admit defeat.

  Because of the unpredictability and cruelty of the wheel war, once the defense is successful, it will bring extremely high prestige to the defender.

  Of course, this martial arts competition has age restrictions and is divided into four stages: the junior stage for those under 20 years old, the youth stage for those between 21 and 30 years old, the adult stage for those between 31 and 50 years old, and the senior stage for those over 51 years old. This serves as a boundary, and contestants from different age groups are not allowed to compete against each other, in order to prevent older, more experienced martial artists from suppressing younger, less experienced ones, making it impossible for new talent to emerge.

  Every battle of wheel warfare on Pingzhou's rivers and lakes is extremely eye-catching.

  In the past few decades, a sensational battle of the Wheel Guard had taken place in Pingzhou. Iron Wing Yang, a core disciple of the Huoyun Gang, the largest gang in Pingzhou, had defended against eleven wheels of the Wheel Guard at the age of thirty and defeated 119 martial arts masters under the age of thirty within three days without rest. He only retreated from the stage due to exhaustion. This was the first time someone broke through the eleventh wheel barrier in nearly a hundred years, earning him the reputation as the greatest young master of Pingzhou's Jianghu at the time, with unparalleled prestige. It was because of this achievement that Iron Wing Yang later successfully took over as the leader of the Huoyun Gang.

  In the Zhuge County City Martial Arts Arena, at this moment, there is a white-clothed young master with a handsome face, about 26 or 27 years old, who has issued a challenge to all the young masters in the arena for a Wheel Guarding Platform Battle. He has already defeated 17 famous young masters in a row, and his reputation is greatly shaken.

  "Great, too great, too awesome, hit me, keep hitting me hard!"

  "Ma Yu, senior brother, you must hold on! This is the seventeenth one. If you win three more, you'll pass to the second round."

  "Who's going to go and knock that arrogant little brat off the stage for me? He absolutely cannot make it past the second round!"

  Under the stage, many onlookers were extremely excited and cheered loudly. Many of them were filled with envy and admiration, wishing they could jump onto the stage to challenge the white-clad youth and take his place on the stage to show off their skills. However, fearing the young man's superior martial arts skills, they did not dare to make a rash move, lest they fail in their challenge and suffer serious injury. They thought to themselves, "Let more people go up first to exhaust the white-clad youth's physical strength and internal energy, then I'll go up and deliver the final blow." Many people thought this way, so fewer people went up onto the stage to compete.

  A young man in white, Ma Yu, waited on the stage for a short while. Seeing that no one dared to come up and respond, he became impatient and scanned the entire martial arts arena with an arrogant gaze. He shouted loudly: "I, Ma Yun, am just an ordinary disciple of the Treasure Gang, not even a well-known name, yet no one dares to respond? Is it possible that the Pingzhou Gang has already become extinct, allowing my Treasure Gang to dominate the Jianghu of Pingzhou?"

  A burst of booing and hissing erupted from under the stage immediately.

  "Hey, you little brat! Don't be so arrogant! Wait for my senior brother Fan Da Chong from the Hei Hu Bang in San Xing County to come and teach you a lesson!" A young man wearing a green satin robe, with a dark complexion, holding a large single-edged sword, glared angrily and shouted loudly. With a sudden leap, he jumped onto the one-zhang-high platform, his sword flashing with cold light as he hacked at Ma Yun.

  Ma Yu didn't waste any words and with a swift kick, he instantly closed in on the dark-skinned man's body, slapping his palm fiercely onto the dark-skinned man's chest.

  That dark-faced man was shocked, feeling as if his chest had been struck by a scorching hot iron stamp, letting out a miserable cry, spitting out fresh blood, and tumbling down from the stage, crushing a crowd of people below.

  "Eighteen, the eighteenth one already, still two more to go, keep going!"

  Immediately there were good things and loud cheers.

  Under the stage, the audience watched in shock as a dark-skinned man's chest was severely burned, clearly inflicted by the fierce palm technique. The severity of the injury made one's heart palpitate. This wheel battle was a severe test for the defender and extremely perilous for the challenger.

  "Hmph, this kind of third-rate goods also dares to come and seek death. I advise those who are not strong enough and don't have the skills to not come and join in! I don't want someone pointing at my nose in the future, saying that Ma Yun won by defeating some third-rate goods and relying on numbers to win this arena."

  Ma Yu took the stage, let out a cold hum, and spoke some majestic words to the crowd below. His eyes seemed to glance over at the Pharmaceutical Hall's disciplinary squad for a few moments, as if looking for a disciple of the Medicine King Sect to compete with.

  Ye Qin was carrying two large wooden buckets of clear water, arriving at a large awning in the martial arts arena, pouring water into ten large water vats for the disciples of the Medicine Collection Hall and some people from the rivers and lakes to drink. As a low-ranking disciple assigned to do chores by the Medicine Collection Hall, his chore task today was to fill the ten large water vats under this awning with enough water for the disciples in the hall to drink.

  When Ye Qin heard Ma Yun's boastful words on the martial arts stage, he secretly smiled and shook his head. This Ma Yun was indeed exceptionally arrogant, but it remained to be seen how many rounds of fierce battle he could withstand. He poured all the water from the large wooden bucket into the water vat, then shouldered the empty bucket and left the martial arts arena.

  The law enforcement team members of the Medicine Hall, who were in charge of maintaining order, saw Ye Qin fetching water and excitedly shouted, taking a wooden bowl to scoop up the water.

  "Water has come, water has come, brothers, everyone drink water."

  "Xie Yun Master Brother, you drink a bowl first."

  Several law enforcement disciples first gave Xie Yun a bowl and respectfully handed it over.

  Xie Yun held his sword with both hands, standing in the cool shed, coldly watching Ma Yun on the stage. Several law enforcement disciples brought him water, and he nodded slightly. At this time, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Ye Qin's busy back as she poured water, seeming to have a somewhat familiar feeling, and was stunned for a moment.

  Two months ago, the silhouette of that mysterious master in the forest had brought him great shame. The figure that flew away swiftly and silently had left a deep impression on him. In order to find this mysterious master within the hall, he spent more than a month's time, but to no avail, and only recently gradually gave up the idea of continuing to search. But seeing Ye Qin's silhouette suddenly made him pause for a moment.

  Xie Yun thought carefully for a moment, comparing the two figures' silhouettes, and felt that they were somewhat similar. But... He shook his head in self-mockery, how could such a master possibly be just an ordinary low-ranking disciple from their own sect? Was he thinking too much?

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