Chapter Nineteen: The First Battle

  As soon as the topic of Xia Yongzhen's strength was brought up, more than a dozen princes and princesses around him began to flatter him endlessly, their words pouring out like a stormy sea.

  Xia Yongzhen's cultivation is pretty good, ranking highest among the princes and county masters, at the middle stage of Xiantian, but it's not worth as much as Xia Yongfang's loud flattery.

  Looking at Xia Yongzhen's expression, he seemed to be enjoying himself, as if immersed in the flattery of the crowd. However, when Xia Tian looked into his eyes, what he saw was a calmness.

  "It's no wonder he's the crown prince of the Wang clan, he has some city governance skills. If not for the fact that he was beheaded in the battle where the Wang clan was overthrown, perhaps he would have been able to make the county prosperous forever. But being able to defend what he has is enough."

  After some observation, Xia Yongzhen had a preliminary judgment in his heart about Xia Tian.

  In the midst of constant horseplay and mutual comparisons, time flew by quickly, and before I knew it, the moment for drawing lots to form groups had arrived.

  The entire Yongcheng County's imperial clan, participated in this year-end grand competition, with over 10,000 people. The first three to four rounds of competition can be said to be a preliminary screening, until the top thousand, it's somewhat worth watching.

  Among the imperial clan descendants between the ages of 18 and 30, there are many in number, but naturally not all of them are of good quality. There are those who are exceptionally talented, as well as those who do not make the grade.

  Even some guys who are pretty bad off at a certain level, twenty-eight or nine years old, haven't even touched the threshold of the acquired boundary.

  According to the arrangement, more than 10,000 imperial clansmen were divided into exactly 100 teams and formed a square array, waiting to receive their numbers.

  One hundred people issued number plates at a speed that was really not slow. Within minutes, more than 10,000 people were all settled, and each person received a number plate.

  "Number 325."

  The license plate number was printed on it and entered my eyes.

  No. 325 means that summer will be on stage in the fourth wave, and a showdown will take place on the twenty-fifth platform, still waiting for some time.

  The first three rounds of the fight, Xia Tian coldly observed from the side, seeing the battle on the stage, the level was indeed high and low, however, overall it was still unbearable to watch.

  The battle is proceeding very quickly, rarely with a prolonged rhythm, often settling the fight in just three moves or two styles. Even if the level is similar, you punch me and I kick you, like two little hooligans fighting.

  It's soon the turn of the fourth wave, and this summer is on stage. With Wang Su Ya's worried reminders, he strides onto the arena with a heroic air about him.

  "Hmm, why have so many people gathered here."

  When he arrived at the twenty-fifth arena, Xia Tian looked around and found that there were actually thousands of people surrounding him.

  Those who can enter the military camp, except for the imperial clan children participating in the annual grand comparison, and those with some connection to the Wangfu, can all come in to admire and observe.

  Under each stage, there would be a crowd of people watching the martial arts competition, but a scene with over a thousand people was truly rarely seen.

  He walked slowly onto the stage, and just as Xia Tian had stood still, a young man in brocade clothes strode over, arriving at the foot of the stage in several steps. With one bound, he leapt onto the stage.

  The young man's face was revealed, and this move was indeed swift and decisive, revealing extremely high-quality lightness skills.

  "Good, beautiful."

  "Good, impressive."

  "It's no wonder it's called Shadowless Leg, its lightness is indeed extraordinary."

  "One move kill, must one move kill the opponent."

  "Right, instant kill, show off your invisible leg skills."

  "Seckill! Seckill!"

  ……

  A young man in brocade clothes stepped up, his elegant and handsome appearance on stage triggered a burst of applause and cheers from the crowd below, all cheering for him.

  It's clear that Jin Yi Qing has a considerable reputation, at least among the young nobles, and everyone has great confidence in him. As for whether he has the actual ability to match this reputation, it remains to be seen.

  Thousands of people under the stage, like crazy, everyone waved their arms and shouted loudly, shouting the name of Jin Yi Qiang, cheering him on. The enthusiasm was as if crazy fans had met a superstar.

  "Xia Bin, Xia Bin, incredibly powerful."

  "Xia Bin, Xia Bin, one kick to win."

  "Wú yǐng tuǐ xià bīn, wú rén kě dí."

  Translation: "Wu Ying's leg is invincible, no one can defeat him."

  "Support Xia Bin, kill opponents in seconds."

  ……

  Cheers and shouts, wave after wave, made the twenty-fifth stage almost a joyful ocean. Xia Bin stood in the center of the stage, constantly waving his hand down, with a dignified leader-like demeanor.

  Frowning at Xia Bin's show-off, Xia Tian felt a few points of discontent in his heart. This is the imperial family's annual grand competition, not a platform for someone to show off.

  He exchanged a few words with the fans under the stage, and after repeated urging by the referee, Xia Bin finally became serious and faced Xia Tian, ready to make his move.

  "Under the shadowless leg of Xia Bin, third-class earl."

  Xiang Shatian slightly nodded his head, and Xia Bin introduced himself.

  "It's me, Xia Tian," he said loudly after bowing.

  Shang Xia glanced at Xia Tian with a hint of a smile, and asked tentatively: "You look like a newcomer, probably participating in the year-end grand competition for the first time, or you didn't get a good ranking before, and never made it into the top 100."

  "Not bad."

  Summer nodded in agreement.

  "Haha, that's good, brother. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you and won't knock you out right away. I'll try to let you last for at least two rounds."

  With a faint smile, Xia Bin said proudly.

  What kind of person is Xia Tian, who has cultivated to the existence of Daluo Jinxian? Not to mention Huo Yan Jinjing, Xia Bin's little thoughts can't escape his eyes.

  Although it was clear, Xia Tian didn't mean to expose him, instead he cupped his hands towards Xia Bin and smiled: "Then thank you, brother."

  There's nothing more to say after a brief exchange of pleasantries, and the two immediately clashed, their figures flashing as they exchanged blows.

  Xia Ben has made a name for himself with his "Invisible Leg" technique, and it's not just hype - he really does have the skills to back it up. His legwork is impressive, with kicks coming out as fast as the wind and packing a lot of power.

  From the day after tomorrow, all the way to Daluo Jinxian, how many kung fu accumulated in summer, I don't know, there are not a few kung fu for Lian Shen, Lian Qi and Lian Ti, and there is no lack of skills.

  When it comes to leg techniques, there is a method that can be cultivated by later generations of martial artists, which leaves a deep impression on Xia Tian. It's called the Wind Sweeping Clouds Leg. When both legs are kicked out in succession and reach their extreme, they can change the wind and clouds.

  Yi Tui Fa countered Wu Ying Tui Xia Bin, four legs fiercely collided together, producing a series of dull thuds, the resulting gust of wind could stir up three inches of dust.

  At that time, when he obtained the Windy Cloud Leg, Xia Tian was already a celestial being and could fully exert the power of this leg technique. Today, when he used this leg technique again, due to his cultivation, he felt somewhat unaccustomed for a while.