His cultivation emphasized balance. It stimulated his potential and also increased his potential. Zuo Hao called it nurturing. Nourishing the body, nurturing the soul, and nurturing Qi. Even if Zuo Hao could not break through from now on, it was normal for him to live for two hundred years. After all, the purpose of Huaxia's cultivation was not to fight, but to maintain their health! Longevity! Eternal life! There was no need to worry. Just like in his previous life, top-notch combat personnel would mostly exchange their lives for the sake of maintaining their figure and combat strength.
He had blond hair with a slickback and was wearing a pair of large sunglasses. He was walking leisurely on the way to the training room with a document in his hand.
Suddenly, a strange sound attracted his attention. He had heard this kind of sound often, but he had never seen such a dense sound. This was the sound of bones rubbing against each other, which also represented strength.
He stuck his head out and came to a bush. It was a young man sitting cross-legged. What caught his attention was his pair of hands. The muscles on his hands were twisting like earthworms gathering together. They were very thick and there were even some torn clothes beside them.
Zuo Hao took a deep breath and looked at his thick arms. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he did ask the newcomer respectfully,"
"I don't know if the top eight matches of the Martial Arts Conference have started yet. I should be a participant, Zuo Hao. Don't worry."
Perhaps it was Zuo Hao's respectful smile, but the referee wiped the sweat off his forehead and checked the documents in his hand. After making a comparison, he said,
"Yes, yes. Coincidentally, I'm also preparing to go to the training ground. Shall we go together?"
"Alright, thank you. May I know your name?"
"Oh, I'm the judge of the martial arts conference.”
"I'm hungry, I'm asking for your name. Don't mind me."
"Mm…you can call me Mu Long!”
"Alright, then let's go together!”
Mu Long wiped his sweat, looking both scared and excited. Zuo Hao, who was behind him, looked at his unusual arm and felt extremely awkward. Besides, he needed a set of clothes…Forget it, he couldn't wear them even if he had them.
Zuo Hao didn't know that his casual question had solved a big question in the Dragon Ball... the name of the important supporting character, the referee.
The training ground was the resting area of the competition square outside the arena. The competition square was already surrounded by people. Although the convention had gained some fame, it was not taken seriously. Instead, it was more like a vaudeville performance.
There were two children, a beautiful girl, an Indian, a fat pterosaur, and a perverted old man. Only Ya Mucha was normal. Alright, he was a bandit, and with the addition of the long-armed Zuo Hao, he was in a miscellaneous troupe.
"Everyone, everyone is here. Let me give you a brief introduction first, and then I will announce the rules of the competition.”
Not to mention the main characters, the Indian A'san kept his hands crossed in front of his chest and kept muttering something. He looked like a saint.
The old man in the Tang suit was called Cheng Long. He looked familiar and should be Turtle Hermit in makeup. At this moment, he was constantly harassing the beauty with the afro.
The beautiful woman was called Lan Fang. Seeing how she was trying to resist Turtle Hermit and at the same time, seducing him, hoping that he would save her, Ya Mucha went over.
The fat wyvern could actually talk. Its name was Ji Nan. At this moment, it was scratching its head in a daze, and no one knew what it was thinking.
"The rules of the competition are simple.
1. Before the competition, there would be staff members who would beat the drums to cheer them on. They would beat the bronze drum as a signal for the start of the competition.
2. Weapons and external forces are not allowed to be used during the competition.
3. Do not attack the opponent's eyes or vital points.
4. Falling off the field, admitting defeat, or being knocked down was considered a failure. The so-called "knock down" meant that one could not get up within 10 seconds after falling down.
5. Losing their tracks or being sent flying would also be judged as a failure.
6. You can't kill your opponent in the competition, or you'll be disqualified.
7. Injured players would be carried on stretchers to a nearby hospital for treatment.
8. Attacking the audience will result in disqualification.
Everyone, did you hear me?"
Zuo Hao looked at the group of confused people. Other than him, no one else was listening. The referee, Wood Dragon, didn't care and continued to announce the order of the matches.
"The first match, Withered Forest VS Zuo Hao. Please prepare in advance. The second match was Cheng Long vs Ya Mucha, the third match was Na Mu vs Lan Fang, and finally, Sun Wukong vs Ji Nan.”
"Uncle, what about lunch?"
The cute Sun Wukong tugged at the wooden dragon's clothes and said perfunctorily,"
"Eat after the competition is over!"
"But, I'm hungry…"
Zuo Hao saw that it was his chance to show off and said,"
"Coincidentally, I'm hungry too. I still have to give a speech for some time. Please prepare. After all, I'll only have the strength to fight after eating!”
Hearing this, everyone felt as if their stomachs were empty. The Indian A'san even started to grumble rudely.
What made people dumbfounded was that Sun Wukong was simply amazing when it came to eating. What was even more surprising was naturally Zuo Hao. He had just broken through and was currently absorbing energy to adjust. This made Sun Wukong doubt whether Zuo Hao was the same kind.
At this moment, the monk from the Martial Arts Temple outside the arena finally finished his speech. Mu Long wiped the sweat off his forehead and went on stage. The moment he went on stage, he attracted the cheers of the crowd. Ah Mu Long seemed to enjoy this feeling very much. He instantly forgot everything and proudly took out the document and shouted,
"The one on the left is Ku Lin. Ku Lin is 13 years old this year and is the youngest contestant in this tournament! Although he was young, he had once followed the legendary martial artist, Teacher Wu Tian!”
Teacher Wu Tian's words instantly caused an uproar. A'Mu Long gestured for silence and continued,"
"The one on the right is Zuo Hao. His performance in the arena can be said to be amazing. Eh, he's only 15 years old this year! I didn't see wrongly!"
Ku Lin seemed to have received a great insult when he heard that. He looked at Zuo Hao fiercely. There was only a two-year difference. One looked like an adult, while the other was a little girl.
"Let the competition begin!"
As soon as A'Mu Long shouted, Ku Lin rushed over impatiently. Sun Wukong, who was lying on the wall, was so scared that he shouted,"
"Don't use your full strength. Don't kill anyone.”
Turtle Hermit shook his head and made up his mind. He was right to come. His two disciples were talented. He was afraid that they would be arrogant. He had to let them know that there was always someone better.
At this moment, the air suddenly fell silent…
Zuo Hao pressed one hand on Ku Lin's head. No matter how hard he hit, he could not touch Zuo Hao. This…was like an adult beating up a child.
"Haha…"
When Ku Lin heard this, he was instantly enraged. He used all his strength and kicked Zuo Hao's hand away. Then, he rushed towards Zuo Hao. One kick landed on the ground, and another kick landed on the ground. He had used it dozens of times in a minute.
Such a scene instantly blew up the entire scene. Wood Dragon cheered for Ku Lin and pointed out that something was wrong with Zuo Hao.
"Anger? You guys actually know how to do it? Forget it, I just happened to need your help."
As he spoke, he used his hands to block the attacks of the withered forest. For a moment, the withered forest was as fast as lightning while Zuo Hao was as steady as Mount Tai.
"Who will win the first round?”
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