Time Travel: A Villain's Self-cultivation

The Ancient Martial Arts Conference was held as scheduled the next day. Because Ye Hao and Hancock's competition venues were separated, the two separated at the hotel entrance early in the morning.

The preliminaries were held at the foot of Wusheng Mountain. After all, not only were there a lot of people in the preliminaries, but there were also countless participants.

Being at the foot of the mountain not only provides enough space, but also allows for timely handling of unexpected situations.

Ye Hao's competition venue is Arena No. 12. The area around the arena is already full of people, and it can be seen that the tickets are selling well.

"Dear friends from various sects and families, the preliminaries for the Ancient Martial Arts Competition are about to begin. Please take your seats according to your numbers and keep the venue quiet." An old man in a white robe slowly walked towards the stage and spoke.

There were three large blood-red characters printed behind the white robe: Ancient Martial Arts Alliance!

"I am the referee for Arena No. 12. During the competition, no loud noises are allowed. No video or filming is allowed. If you are caught doing so, you will be severely punished!"

After these words were spoken, the noisy crowd gradually quieted down, but there were still some people whispering.

"Brother, I understand that you don't allow video recording, but why don't you allow loud noises?"

"Can't you shout a few times when you're doing well?"

At this time, a disciple in the crowd who followed his eldest brother out to see the world asked.

"Hey, if you want to talk about this, it's still because of the last competition."

“Originally there is nothing wrong with cheering, but during the last competition, a sect wanted to create opportunities for its disciples.

At that time, more than a hundred people were calling the other side idiots in unison, and the situation became more and more intense, causing many players to lose their minds shortly after the game started.

Relying on this tactic, the sect disciple squeezed into the top 32. It is said that some contestants gave up when they saw him.

After all, being mocked and scolded by more than a hundred people is not only distracting and leading to the loss of the game, but also easily destroying one's Taoism. "

After listening to this, the disciple nodded thoughtfully. It is true that trash talk can make people lose their mind.

"Then brother, why did you stop at the top 32?"

The eldest brother rolled his eyes at the younger brother and said, "Why else? Because in the top 32, that kid's opponent had people behind him."

The people on the side were also confused when they heard this. It turns out that output through mouth is real.

The conversation here was very heated, and the game officially began.

There are special uniforms for each competition. The so-called competition uniform is a white robe with one’s sect or family printed on the back.

If it is a casual player, he will be like Ye Hao who is on the field now, with the words "Freeman" printed on the back of his white robe.

Ye Hao's opponent was a tall and heavy man, with muscular body and a height of over two meters, he looked like a tank.

The white robe behind him had the three words "Kaishan Sect" written on it.

"The first battle is between the free man Ye Liangchen and the inner disciple of Kaishan Sect Feng Hai."

The competition conditions for the Ancient Martial Arts Competition are simple, and there are no restrictions on weapons and techniques.

But it is limited to the arena and you cannot harm other people, otherwise you will be severely investigated and dealt with by the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance.

The winning condition is that one of the parties surrenders, is knocked out of the ring, or is killed.

The crowd's exclamations began again just as the match began.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect to see disciples from a big sect in the first game."

"Yes, the Kaishan Sect is famous for its strong physical body, and their leader has even achieved the realm of heaven and man with his physical body."

"It's over. This skinny-armed and skinny-legged pretty boy is going to get beaten up."

Ye Hao didn't even bother to pay attention to the crowd of onlookers in the stands. Both sides came forward and saluted each other.

With the referee's order, the game officially started.

Feng Hai, who had just finished the fist-clasping salute, suddenly felt a chill on his forehead before he could fully raise his body.

Under the surprised and stunned gazes of the crowd, Ye Hao suddenly pulled out a pistol from somewhere and pointed it at Feng Hai's forehead.

"Do you admit defeat? If not, I will shoot!"

"By the way, this gun has been modified and is filled with armor-piercing bullets."

Ye Hao's lazy voice came from Feng Hai's ears, and Feng Hai was completely dumbfounded.

The two-meter-tall strong man didn't dare to raise his head at this time, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Just as I was about to exert force, I found a force like a mountain pressing down on my head, making it hard to breathe.

"Don't waste your time. Just sayin' do you admit defeat? If you don't I'll really shoot you!"

"I... give up!"

It took Feng Hai a long time to stammer out these words.

"The founder of the sect, Feng Hai, admits defeat, and the winner is Ye Liangchen, the free man!" The referee took a look and said nothing else, and directly announced the result of the match.

"Shit! Is this even possible!?"

"Are you kidding me? This is a martial arts competition! He plays with a gun???"

"Alas, I can only say that this disciple of the founding sect has had bad luck. Times have changed."

There were many disciples from the Kaishan Sect who came to cheer them on, but they didn't expect that the No. 4 seed from their own sect would be defeated directly in the preliminaries.

"How despicable! This person is so despicable! Senior Brother Feng Hai lost so unfairly!"

"Junior brother, you can't say that. It can only be said that your skills are not as good as others. If Feng Hai's physical body becomes a saint, would he be afraid of that pistol? In the final analysis, it is because you are not capable enough." The senior brother is also an inner disciple of Kaishan Sect.

He was quite open-minded. Although thermal weapons were of great help in the early stages, they became less and less useful as time went on.

And so the first game ended in a way that no one expected.

Ye Hao put away his gun and bowed deeply towards the audience. Although this was met with a lot of ridicule, Ye Hao remained calm.

Just tell me whether you win or not!

Only Feng Hai was standing there stupidly with cold sweat pouring out. He only came to his senses and walked off the court after the referee reminded him.

Everyone thought Feng Hai was angry, but Feng Hai's face was pale and his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down.

"Brother Feng, it's okay. That guy won unfairly and he will definitely die a miserable death later!" A junior fellow from the sect hurriedly stepped forward to comfort the distraught Feng Hai.

After hearing this, Feng Hai shook his head repeatedly and spoke after a long time.

"No, no, no! He...he didn't win unfairly...he just didn't want to reveal his strength."

Feng Hai still felt a little scared after saying this. The sense of oppression that the other party suddenly released when he saw that he was still trying to resist was even more terrifying than that of an angry sect master.

"Senior Brother Feng, please stop speaking for him. Everyone saw it clearly." The younger junior brother complained upon seeing this.

"Junior brother, you are not in the arena and don't know what's going on. What I'm afraid of is not the gun, but his overwhelming and suffocating aura! This guy is definitely not simple! He is at least a saint!"

After listening to Feng Hai's words, several people from Kaishan Sect looked at each other in surprise. Feng Hai was an honest man and would definitely not lie.

If that's true, then Ye Liangchen is really terrifying!

Looking at the direction where Ye Hao left, everyone's expressions became increasingly solemn.

"Okay, let's go back and have a rest first. Whether it is an unfair victory or he is really pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, we will know after observing the subsequent games." Another inner disciple who led the team said.

This made everyone in Kaishan Sect come back to their senses, and they all nodded. After all, the sect still had three other seeded players.

All I can say is that Feng Hai’s luck is really bad.