When the people in town heard Nie Zhen reveal Zhuge Qingfeng's true intentions, they saw Zhuge Qingfeng clasp his fists and smiled at the crowd below, saying, "I hope everyone will take care of me!"
"Eighth Elder, you're too polite!"
"Too polite, Eighth Elder!"
...
As soon as they heard Zhuge Qingfeng's words, the people in the crowd responded one after another, their tone full of flattery.
After all, this person is the Eighth Elder of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land!
Next, Zhuge Qingfeng still courteously smiled at the crowd below, then lifted his head to look at Misha City's City Lord Nie Zhen, smilingly saying, "Long time no see, Mr. Nie!"
Nie Zhen looked at Zhuge Qingfeng and replied with a bitter smile, "You finally came! I thought you wouldn't make it."
Upon hearing Nie Zhen's words, Zhuge Qingfeng smiled again and said, "How could that be? Mr. Nie has such an important event to host. How could Qingfeng not come? It was just some matters delaying my journey, so I arrived late. I hope Mr. Nie can forgive me."
...
"So the Eighth Elder Zhuge Qingfeng is an old acquaintance of City Lord Nie Zhen!"
"Listening to their tone, it seems their relationship is quite deep!"
"Zhuge Qingfeng, as the Eighth Elder, holds a status far higher than Nie Zhen, yet surprisingly requests his forgiveness!"
"For Nie Zhen to have such a good friend as Zhuge Qingfeng, it seems Misha City cannot be underestimated in the future."
"Hmm!"
...
Watching the two in the sky, the crowd started discussing, surprised and amazed.
There were also those looking at City Lord Nie Zhen with a serious expression.
Especially a fat man in brocade clothes, having a similarly prominent backing in the Northern Wilderness. Previously, this fat man dared to shout amidst the void, directly calling Nie Zhen his father-in-law.
Full of a rogue-like teasing flavor.
At the time, the fat man knew with his status, even if Nie Zhen heard, he wouldn't dare to do anything to him!
Yet now, unexpectedly, Nie Zhen turns out to have a profound relationship with the Eighth Elder of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, causing a hint of shock to quietly appear on the fat man's plump face.
Only to see the fat man involuntarily shrink his head, begin to squeeze through the crowd with his large body, desiring to switch places first.
...
"Alright, let me say a few words!" At this time, a calm voice echoed throughout Misha City.
It was none other than Zhuge Qingfeng, the Eighth Elder of the Heavenly Desolation Sacred Land, speaking again to the crowd below.
At this moment, City Lord Nie Zhen had somehow left the sky, leaving Zhuge Qingfeng alone floating in the void, overlooking the crowd below.
Then, Zhuge Qingfeng continued to say:
"For the martial arts contest for marriage, as I'm serving as the judge, I won't set up any complicated rules. Contestants must be under the age of twenty-eight, engaging in simple one-on-one arena battles, which will last for three days.
After three days, whoever stands until the end will be the Arena Master! They shall be the ideal son-in-law for my brother Nie Zhen!"
"Alright!" As he said the word "Alright", Zhuge Qingfeng's expression and tone gradually became somewhat serious as he announced, "I now declare, the martial arts contest for marriage officially begins!"
When Zhuge Qingfeng's words "officially begins" resounded, countless figures in the crowd suddenly moved, rushing toward the arena, causing an overwhelming scene of people flying around.
"Hmm?" Seeing the situation below, Zhuge Qingfeng was taken aback, originally expecting one person at a time to step onto the arena, but unexpectedly, today's young people are so impatient.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
Dozens of figures forcefully landed on the contest arena, creating a series of booms.
Standing proudly in the sky, Zhuge Qingfeng observed that forty-seven people had simultaneously ascended to the contest arena!
"We'll proceed like this then." Zhuge Qingfeng quietly said, having made up his mind, addressing the forty-seven people on the arena below, "You forty-seven will fight each other; I, for one, don't care how you do it. The last one standing on the arena is the winner."
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Kill!"
...
Once Zhuge Qingfeng's words were spoken, roars filled the arena space, with cold shouts and killing cries heard as battle intent surged from the forty-seven martial artists.
Thus, a chaotic forty-seven-person melee unfolded, fiery flames started to burn, thunder light began to flash, handprints manifested in the air, sword qi began to sweep across, and even angry roars reminiscent of fierce beasts echoed...
Watching the chaos on the arena, an elder in the crowd slightly shook his head, silently cursing: "Idiots!"
Clearly, in this carousel-like arena battle, the sooner one entered, the more they suffered, with their combat styles, habits, techniques, special moves, movement techniques all seen by follow-up opponents, and internal energy continually being consumed.
A truly wise person would wait for those on the arena to be exhausted from fighting each other and then enter.
...
"Uh!"
"Uh!"
"Ah!"
"Uh! You!"
"Despicable villain!"
"You're so cruel!"
"No!"
...
Not long after, yelling resounded from the arena, and continuously, martial artists were knocked off by their opponents. Eventually, only a bald young man stood on the arena with hands behind his back, overlooking the crowd below, his face adorned with a cold disdainful and arrogant smile.
Following this, the Eighth Elder floating in the sky announced again, "This battle, the bald man wins! Hereafter, arena battles are only allowed to be one-on-one decisive fights! No one may break the rules!"
Originally witnessing so many people simultaneously stepping onto the arena for a massive melee, some had secretly planned to team up later to take down that bald man.
However, upon hearing Zhuge Qingfeng's latest declaration, those people immediately dismissed the idea of teaming up against the bald man.
As Zhuge Qingfeng spoke, the cold arrogant smile on the bald man's face grew even more pronounced, and he stood on the arena proudly saying:
"Oh, what a pity. I originally wanted to challenge everyone single-handedly, but didn't expect the Eighth Elder to announce otherwise. Alas, such a pity, truly a pity!"
Hearing the bald man's words and sighs, many people instantly felt an urge to rush up and give him a good beating.
Yet for the moment, no one rushed to act recklessly.
This bald man, his Martial Arts Realm is something many struggle to discern! It's not necessarily that his Martial Arts Cultivation is extremely high, but he likely possesses a Secret Treasure capable of concealing his breath and Martial Arts Realm.
In the Wilderness Continent, such Secret Treasures capable of masking Martial Arts Realm are not uncommon. Particularly during these types of arena contests, they are often carried by martial artists not allowing others to detect their true realm, can set up a Mystical Illusion.
Yet, some true experts can still perceive Martial Arts Cultivation, like the elder still among the crowd, who sees through the bald man on the arena as merely a Seven-star Martial Emperor Realm martial artist.
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