"Hunting for Beauties in the Martial World" - Chapter 66: The Marriage Proposal Begins

Today is a sunny and exciting day. The Baili family's martial arts tournament for choosing a husband, which has caused a sensation throughout the martial arts world, has finally begun, marking the start of its first day of competition.
The streets and alleys of Hangzhou were bustling with crowds. If you asked them what they were rushing to do, they were of course heading to the Baili Family to watch the competition. This was a rare and grand event! Representatives from various martial arts sects, aristocratic families, and even independent martial arts factions all attended this marriage contest. Although the number of applicants initially reached more than two thousand, it was a pity that only a few hundred people were able to actually stand on the martial arts stage in the end.
In order to better select suitable sons-in-law, the Baili family has established the following extremely strict rules: 1. Those aged between eighteen and thirty are not eligible to apply; 2. Those who are ugly are not eligible to apply; 3. Those who are deformed or disabled are not eligible to apply; 4. Those who have a bad reputation in the martial arts world are not eligible to apply; 5. Those who are not skilled in martial arts are not eligible to apply.
The first few criteria seem reasonable enough, considering the Baili family is a prestigious clan, one of the four great martial arts families, and Baili Bing is a renowned beauty listed among the celestial beauties. To marry someone incredibly ugly, with congenital defects, and a tarnished reputation would be a waste of her talent. However, this last criterion seems a bit harsh, and how can one judge someone as a fraud before they've even stepped onto the stage? Apparently, Baili Bing said that to enhance the excitement and entertainment value of the competition, and to select a brave and fearless husband, she decided to allow contestants to bring their own weapons. As for how to determine who possesses true skill, the Baili family has come up with a method: First, break a steel knife with two fingers; second, break a tree the size of a bowl with a palm; third, walk on water with lightness skill; fourth, carry a stone lion with one arm…
Anyone who did not meet the above requirements was deemed unskilled and disqualified from registering. Through such an outrageously harsh selection process, 128 outstanding young martial arts talents were ultimately chosen from more than 2,000 applicants to enter the competition.
Of course, rules are rules, but people are flexible. There are always exceptions, right? This conference is no exception. The Baili family has prepared ten slots specifically for some major sects and aristocratic families. These people can directly enter the preliminary rounds without going through the initial selection process.
The Wudang, Huashan, Taishan, Shaolin lay representatives, Kongtong, and the major Dongfang and Shangguan families all rightfully enjoyed this right. However, the most dazzling among them was the Emei sect, with a group of beautiful women who attracted the attention of many men. Unfortunately, Yuhu Manor did not send any representatives this time, which made Long Yi slightly disappointed.
The judges for this tournament consisted of a special judging panel comprised of the leaders of the six major sects and Baili Bing himself. The first few rounds of elimination matches were judged by the six leaders, while Baili Bing only participated in the final round of judging.
On the training ground of the Baili family, a large arena measuring over ten zhang square was erected. To the right of the arena were the grounds of various sects and families, while to the left were gatherings of some wandering martial arts sects. The place was a mixed bag of people of all ranks, with their clothes being all sorts of colors and strange patterns. In front of the arena was a large open space with a spectator stand of several thousand people. The scene was extremely grand, bustling and noisy.
"Hey bro, can you stop pushing? Why are you so fat? You're taking up so much space!" A man dressed like a scholar protested loudly, unable to bear the harassment from the fat man with the big butt next to him.
"What the hell is it to you? I love to eat! If you keep arguing, I'll stomp you to death, you pretty boy!" The fat man, his face full of fat, said fiercely after his weakness was exposed.
"Hey, are you blind? You're stepping on my foot!" "Kid, get your head off me, don't block my view of that stunning beauty!" the lecherous man said, drooling.
"Let's go!" Baili Bing sat on the referee's platform, her well-tailored emerald green dress accentuating her youthful beauty. A light veil covered her face, obscuring her features, but her exquisite contours hinted at her stunning beauty. Her eyes scanned the crowd; aside from the representatives of the various sects whose strengths she wasn't entirely clear about, there were others whose strengths she couldn't ascertain, such as Ding Tao of the South Sea Sect and Zhan Fei of the Thunderbolt Hall…
"Everyone, quiet down!" At this moment, Baili Wudi walked to the center of the arena and used his power to suppress the noise of thousands of people. Some people with slightly weaker power even felt tinnitus and dizziness. The depth of Baili Wudi's power secretly surprised the leaders of the various sects present.
Seeing that the scene had quieted down, Baili Wudi continued, "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to watch my daughter's martial arts tournament..."
After exchanging some pleasantries, Baili Wudi got down to business: "Now let me introduce the judges of this competition. The judges of this competition will be the leaders of the six major sects and my daughter. However, my daughter will only participate in the judging in the final round. All other competitions will be judged by the six highly respected leaders."
"I believe everyone is already familiar with the rules of the competition, so I won't repeat them. Now, please invite the 128 contestants who have entered the preliminary round to come up on stage and draw their numbers. After they draw their numbers, the competition will begin. At that time, odd numbers will be paired with even numbers, and they will come up on stage in order."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, 128 outstanding young men took turns drawing their numbers on stage and then registered with the head steward. Long Yi drew number 36, while Xiao Yunfeng of Wudang drew number 78. The others followed in order: Song Jian of Taishan (number 17), Yang Wu of Huashan (number 39), Han Tao of Kongtong Palace (number 103), Gao Hu, a lay disciple of Shaolin (number 32), Ding Tao of the South Sea Sect (number 75), Zhan Fei of the Thunderbolt Hall (number 40)...
Seeing that everyone had finished registering, Baili Wudi announced, "The martial arts competition will now officially begin. The first match is between Xing Jian of Flying Eagle Fortress and Bai Xie of White Crane Hall."
"The martial arts competition is now officially starting. The first match is between Xing Jian of Flying Eagle Fortress and Bai Xie of White Crane Hall. The time limit is half an incense stick's time!"
"Stop when you've made your point, don't hurt anyone!" As soon as Baili Wudi finished speaking, a deafening roar resounded throughout the arena. Xing Jian of Flying Eagle Fortress and Bai Xie of White Crane Hall simultaneously leaped onto the stage. The two clasped their fists together and said, "Please!" "Brother Bai, I, Xing, have come to learn from you. I hope you will show mercy!" Xing Jian looked rather refined and spoke with great manners.
Bai Xie chuckled and said, "Brother Xing, don't worry, I know my own limitations! I just hope you won't be too ruthless!" Xing Jian sneered and didn't say anything more. He thrust his iron fan straight at Bai Xie. Judging from the angle and force of his strike, one could tell that his fan skills were already superb.
Bai Xie seemed confident and fearless in the face of Xing Jian's fierce attacks. When the iron fan was only two feet away from his face, with a "whoosh," the sword in Bai Xie's hand shot out and flashed a silver light.
With a muffled thud, the fan and sword clashed, the metallic clang echoing throughout the arena. Xing Jian, who was charging forward, suddenly stopped and took a step back. Xing Jian looked at Bai Xie opposite him with some surprise, seemingly unable to accept that his first round of attacks had ended so abruptly.
Bai Xie, however, looked smugly at Xing Jian, who was somewhat stunned, seemingly quite satisfied with the shock she had given her opponent.
"Now it's my turn to make a move, Brother Xing, be careful!" "Hmph, are you afraid of me?" Xing Jian was unwilling to be humiliated, so he flew up again. Bai Xie, on the other side, quickly swung his long sword, creating a net of swords that covered Xing Jian who was coming towards him.
As Xing Jian was about to be swallowed up by the sword net, the audience below the stage couldn't help but gasp in surprise, but the people from Flying Eagle Fortress showed no sign of worry and calmly stared at the scene.
Long Yi watched the changes in the arena with a smile in his eyes. It seemed that he had figured out the secret. At this moment, a gasp rang out from the audience. Just when Bai Xie thought he was about to poke his opponent in the back, Xing Jian, who had been moving slowly, suddenly flashed and closed in on his opponent without warning.
"Bang bang bang!" A series of rapid clanging sounds of metal clashing resounded throughout the arena. Before anyone could react, Bai Xie's net of swords had been broken by Xing Jian, who had already closed in on him. As Xing Jian's face grew ever larger, a hint of panic finally appeared on Bai Xie's face. But before he could react and prepare his defenses, Xing Jian unleashed a flurry of kicks.
"Bang bang bang!" "Ah!" Bai Xie, who had been kicked three times in the chest, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell directly to the edge of the arena. He did not get up for a long time, and it seemed that he had no strength to fight anymore.
"Brother Bai, you flatter me!" Xing Jian bowed to Bai Xie on the ground, then turned and walked off the stage with a confident smile.
The head steward stepped onto the stage and announced, "In the first match, Xing Jian of Flying Eagle Fortress wins!" He then added, "In the next match, Five Tigers Broken Blade Sect versus Iron Sword Sect!" Bai Xie was helped off the stage by two assistants and then taken away by the people of White Crane Hall. Next up were Wang Jing of Five Tigers Broken Blade Sect and Qiao Jun of Iron Sword Sect.
After introducing themselves, the two began to fight. Wang Jing's swordsmanship was exceptionally fierce, with wide and sweeping movements that eclipsed the world. Qiao Jun, on the other hand, was like a small boat in a vast ocean, at risk of being swallowed by the raging storm if he wasn't careful. But despite this, he did not back down at all, determined to fight against the raging waves.
The arena resounded with clanging and booming sounds. Half an incense stick had almost burned out, yet the duel between the two was still undecided. Cheers and shouts rose and fell from the audience; this was truly a thrilling duel! Qiao Jun, seeing defeat imminent, refused to give up, gritting his teeth and struggling relentlessly. "Fine, I'll fight!" he thought to himself. Then, he shouted, "Sword like a swimming dragon!" Suddenly, his figure swelled, his aura surged, and he abruptly turned in mid-air, his iron sword flashing like a shooting star towards Wang Jing, its trajectory unpredictable, like a fish darting through water.
"Ah!" A gasp rippled through the audience. Everyone was stunned. What kind of sword technique was this? Seeing that the direction of the incoming sword was unpredictable, Wang Jing abandoned his attack and switched to defense. He roared, releasing his true energy and wildly wielding his broadsword, stirring up dust and sand as he guarded all his vital points, tightly enveloping himself within.
With a loud bang, Wang Jing was jolted back a step, and the protective aura around him dissipated. Qiao Jun's longsword broke into three pieces and fell at Wang Jing's feet.
"I lost!" Just as everyone was still guessing who won and who lost, Qiao Jun unexpectedly admitted defeat first.
"Uh, Brother Qiao, what's going on?" Wang Jing asked, puzzled.
Qiao Jun waved his hand and laughed freely, "Brother Wang, there's no need to insist. Although my sword strike injured you, I am no longer able to fight, so this round is yours!" "Brother Qiao's integrity is truly admirable!"
Wang Jing said respectfully.
"If we're brothers, there's no need for formalities!" "That's right, we're brothers! Hahaha!" Wang Jing laughed loudly.
"Hahaha!" The two looked at each other and laughed wildly, both feeling a sense of mutual understanding. The audience below was already cheering, and even the leaders of the six major sects on the judging platform secretly praised them! It seems that the martial arts world has successors!
The following matches weren't very interesting; they were all from ordinary sects. Their skills looked decent, but there weren't many outstanding ones. The most interesting match was between Song Jian from the Taishan Sect (number seventeen) and Lei Ming from the Shuangjian Sect (number eighteen).
Although the Twin Swords Sect is not considered a major sect in the martial arts world, and is far inferior to the six major sects, Lei Ming is still an outstanding figure among the younger generation of the Twin Swords Sect. His skill with two swords is in no way inferior to that of a master swordsman who has been wielding swords for decades. The only thing he lacks is the refinement and mastery of his skills.
Song Jian initially underestimated his opponent, assuming he was merely a lackey from a minor martial arts sect. However, after a dozen or so moves, he sensed trouble. Faced with Lei Ming's relentless attacks and his impenetrable sword net, and seeing the disappointed expressions on the faces of the audience and judges, Song Jian flew into a rage. This was a challenge to his dignity, and he was determined to cripple Lei Ming! "Bastard! You're asking for death!" Despite his pretty-boy appearance, Lei Ming possessed a certain ferocity when enraged! Faced with Song Jian's burning fury, Lei Ming struggled to withstand the onslaught and finally succumbed to his opponent in the thirty-sixth move. Seeing that Song Jian still intended to deliver the final blow, Nangong Ba merely smiled silently. It was only after the Shaolin monk Huijue intervened that Song Jian finally stopped. As a result, everyone's impression of Song Jian plummeted.
The last match of the morning was between Liao Yang, number 31 from the Six Doors, and Gao Hu, number 32, a lay disciple of Shaolin. Due to the disparity in their strength, Liao Yang was completely overwhelmed by Gao Hu after less than ten moves on stage and had no choice but to admit defeat.
The morning's matches have now concluded. The remaining sixteen matches will continue in the afternoon, while the final thirty-two matches will take place tomorrow. Long Yi drew number thirty-six, and the other more capable individuals are ranked later. It seems the most exciting matches will be in the afternoon and tomorrow.
After the morning's competition ended, everyone went to rest, waiting to recharge their energy so they could achieve better results. Many contestants gained valuable experience from the series of competitions that morning, and they might be studying it carefully somewhere now, so they can catch their opponents off guard and launch a surprise attack.
Long Yi also returned to the inn to rest. Although he had not yet participated in the morning's competition, he had already grasped the basic situation. Among the participants, the most threatening ones were Xiao Yunfeng of Wudang, Song Jian of Taishan, Yang Wu of Huashan, Gong Hantao of Kongtong, Gao Hu, a lay disciple of Shaolin, Murong Xiaopeng of the Murong family, Ding Tao of the South China Sea Sect, and Zhan Fei of the Thunderbolt Hall.
Among these people, Xiao Yunfeng, Song Jian, Yang Wu, and Murong Xiaopeng are known as the Four Young Masters of the Martial World, so their martial arts skills must be quite good. He could also tell from Gao Hu's performance that the latter was holding back. Then there's Han Tao from Kongtong Palace, Ding Tao from the South Sea Sect, and Zhan Fei from the Thunderbolt Hall. Long Yi hadn't seen these three fight, so he didn't know much about them. But considering the rumors circulating in the martial world, these people were considered among the best rising stars, second only to the Four Young Masters, so their strength couldn't be too bad! However, even if those people were exceptionally strong, Long Yi didn't need to worry. Not only was his own strength unfathomable, but he also wouldn't encounter any of them in this afternoon's matches. This was somewhat regrettable, though; it seemed he was also a restless individual, Long Yi thought to himself.

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