Gao Wu: Infinite destiny, start with martial arts mastery!

The martial arts arena was already bustling with people.

Ten geniuses from the ten southern provinces would take the final test to decide a martial arts disciple.

In this world, everyone worships martial arts and everyone admires being strong.

This grand event was unprecedented, and countless people came here to see it.

When the sky was just getting light, the outer auditorium was already full. Audiences who came a little later could only squeeze into the aisles.

At this moment, even the aisles were full, and people were crowded everywhere.

Even in this situation, it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the audience.

"Look, a contestant is coming."

I don't know who exclaimed first, and then the audience poked their heads out and looked somewhere.

The first place winners of the southern trials of each province walked in one after another under the guidance of the etiquette ladies and lined up on the stage.

Ten proud suns stood together on the stage, receiving the attention of the crowd. The most eye-catching one among them was the long-haired boy on the far right.

He had long hair tied up, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his handsome face was a little arrogant. There was a look of contempt in his deep eyes, as if he didn't care about other people.

Just standing there, he became the focus of countless people.

Because he was Cheng Sheng, from the Cheng family, and the first one to be chosen by the Cheng family and named the Son of God.

In comparison, although the other nine people were also the first in the southern trials of each province.

But compared with Cheng Sheng, they were too unknown.

"Is he Cheng Sheng?"

"It seems a bit interesting."

Lu Ming looked forward, looking at the audience, but his consciousness enveloped all the people around him. The powerful consciousness allowed him to instantly capture the familiar breath emanating from Cheng Sheng.

Although there was only a trace of it, Lu Ming still keenly sensed it.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes were like torches, and his fighting spirit was surging.

As for Cheng Sheng, he accepted all the gazes with peace of mind.

He was born like this.

He was born extraordinary, talented, and accomplished.

Many extraordinary things made him what he is today.

Even when he was born, the Cheng family martial saint was alarmed, so he named him Cheng Sheng.

Cheng Sheng, to become a saint.

From the name, we can see the Cheng family martial saint's earnest expectations for him.

If it weren't for the Cheng family martial saint's plan, his cultivation would have long been more than just staying in the late stage of soul refining.

The other eight people were not as calm as Cheng Sheng and Lu Ming.

One was already used to it, and the other only had his opponent in his eyes, nothing else.

Standing on the stage, feeling the eyes of the audience, they were excited and nervous.

"Welcome everyone!"

"I also welcome all examinees to come to today's arena."

After the ten examinees had gathered, a young man rose into the air and floated in the air.

His voice was loud and clear, and it spread with his spiritual energy, ringing in everyone's ears. As soon as he finished speaking, applause rose like waves, one wave higher than the other.

"I am the third guardian of the Martial Saint, Lei Ling."

"Today, I will be the referee of this disciple assessment."

The young man stopped the applause and then briefly introduced himself.

This introduction caused a burst of exclamations from the audience.

As a martial saint, he could not do everything by himself, and he had his subordinates to assist him.

In addition to the Cheng family, the most famous of the Cheng family martial saints are the ten Dharma protectors.

Each Dharma protector has a high level of cultivation and is a leader among martial artists.

The higher the ranking, the stronger the strength.

The third Dharma protector is the third strongest among the ten Dharma protectors.

Inviting such a strong person to be the referee of the assessment shows how much importance they attach to this competition.

Lu Ming also cast a curious look.

The guardian of the Martial Saint is naturally not something that ordinary people can do. He must have at least the second-grade cultivation, or even the first-grade.

Lei Ling, as the third guardian, is likely to be a first-grade warrior, the same grade as Lu Yue.

Moreover, such a strong man is just a guardian under the seat of the Martial Saint.

The image of the Martial Saint became even taller in Lu Ming's heart.

Lei Ling ignored the discussions of the crowd and began to announce the rules directly.

He is a first-grade warrior, and his words spread through the spiritual energy, with an irresistible force that stopped the people present from speaking.

The entire arena was silent, with only his voice ringing.

"This assessment will select a martial saint disciple from the top of the southern trial of the ten provinces."

"The rules of the competition are that two people fight in a ring."

"In the first game, ten people were divided into five groups by drawing lots, and the winner was decided by two people."

"In the second game, the five players were divided into two groups by lot, and one player was given a bye."

"In the third game, draw lots to determine the byes, and then the winner and the byes will enter the finals together"

"The above three games will be completed today."

"The finals will officially begin tomorrow."

Lei Ling was brief and to the point. The rules were not difficult to understand and he explained them quickly.

Many people looked expectant, wanting to be the one with a bye.

This way they could avoid the battle and advance at the same time, it all depended on whether they could be drawn.

Lu Ming didn't care. Whether he had a bye or not didn't matter to him.

Anyway, except for facing the Godson of the Cheng Family, he would probably crush them all the way.

Whether he had a bye or not, he would win.

This was Lu Ming's confidence!

"Ten examiners, do you have any objections to the rules?"

Lei Ling smiled and looked at the ten people in front of him. Seeing that they all shook their heads, he stretched out his palm.

In his broad palm, he placed ten small paper balls.

"First come, first served. The one who gets drawn will be your first match."

Lei Ling said, and after a while of hesitation, someone reached out to take the small paper ball.

The first eight people quickly took it. When Lu Ming was about to step forward, Cheng Sheng brushed past him.

"Good luck in reaching the finals"

"Only you are worthy of being my whetstone."

Cheng Sheng had watched the videos of the southern trials of various provinces before the competition.

The only one who could meet his requirements was Lu Ming.

Therefore, he specifically gave him a warning before taking the paper ball from Lei Ling.

""Whetstone?"

Lu Ming just felt funny, and at the same time, he was eager to fight.

Let him be a whetstone? He would break his knife!

Thinking of this, Lu Ming took the paper from Lei Ling and unfolded it. There were only three words on it.

"The third match."

After just a quick glance, Lu Ming threw the paper ball down.

He didn't care about the order of appearance or who he faced.

As long as he fought, he would win!

There was no need to worry about such an opponent.

But Cheng Sheng's words made him feel a little interesting.

Using him as a whetstone? How to sharpen it?

Grind it with your life?

"Please ask the examiners of the first competition to stay on the stage"

"The rest of the examinees, please step down and wait for your turn to go on stage."

Lei Ling acted decisively, not wanting to waste too much time.

With a command, Lu Ming immediately followed the crowd and walked down.

Only Cheng Sheng and a tall, iron-like boy were left standing on the stage.