novelSusiti Chapter 611 All Emerge
Chapter 611 All Emerge
Shen Wansan slowly stepped forward, waved his hands, and countless fireworks and firecrackers, meticulously crafted by Mo family artisans, flew out from behind him, transforming into a giant firework phoenix. After circling once above the arena, it exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of starlight that fell to earth.
At this moment, the entire Tianheng Prefecture seemed to be ignited, with passion colliding in the air and converging into an unstoppable force.
Driven by this force, Jia Fu, Ma Yuan, Ma Shanwei, and all the other martial artists embarked on their own journey.
Outside the arena, inside the glazed pavilion, martial artists and their entourages were enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.
The aroma of tea wafted through the air, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air. Some people savored tea and discussed philosophy, others exchanged ideas, and still others closed their eyes to rest, making final preparations for the upcoming competition.
On the Fengyun Viewing Platform, spectators stood or sat, excitedly discussing the upcoming martial arts competition, hoping that the legendary masters would bring a feast for the eyes and the soul.
Beneath the Dragon Vein Corridor, some literati and artists are wielding their brushes to record the grand occasion of this event, hoping to preserve it for posterity.
With the first round of challenges coming to a close, the real competition of the martial arts tournament—the arena duel—finally began.
On this vast arena, eighteen grand and magnificent arenas, like dazzling stars, are set in the earth in a well-organized manner.
These eighteen arenas are cleverly divided into three levels according to the principles of Heaven, Earth, and Man.
The six towering peaks, located in the north, symbolize the way of heaven and reach into the clouds. Their surfaces are inlaid with sapphires, shimmering with wisdom and lofty brilliance.
The six buildings are located in the south, representing the way of the earth, and are stable and solid. The countertops are paved with yellow stones, revealing an atmosphere of resilience and composure.
The remaining six are scattered on the east and west sides, symbolizing the way of humanity, harmony and balance. The tabletops are decorated with white jade, which is warm and smooth, reflecting the purity and peace of the martial artist's heart.
Each arena is further divided into three grades—superior, middle, and inferior—based on its characteristics, totaling three, six, and nine grades, with clear distinctions and unique features.
A superior arena is surrounded by exquisite carved railings and jade steps, with beautiful screens and canopies on the platform. A mid-grade arena is based on solid bluestone, simple yet dignified. An inferior arena, though not overly decorated, has a flat ground and a spacious interior.
At that moment, with the sound of the command, thirty-six martial artists leaped onto each arena simultaneously, some dressed in magnificent battle robes and others in simple clothes, their imposing presence overwhelming.
Below the arena, the audience was in an uproar, with cheers and shouts of encouragement rising and falling, pushing the atmosphere of the entire arena to a climax.
The battle was about to break out. On each arena, the martial artists were exchanging blows with their fists and feet, or clashing with their swords. Every collision was accompanied by the clang of metal and the sound of air being torn apart.
As time went by, one contest after another came to an end. Some martial artists stood out with their superb skills, while others were unfortunately defeated due to slightly inferior strength.
As the dust settled on the first round of fierce battles in the arena, Jia Fu, Ma Yuan, and Ma Shanwei, each holding a token marked with their own number, exchanged smiles.
Holding a silver halberd, Jia Fu walked steadily, surrounded by a faint aura of power, like a storm not to be underestimated.
He followed the number plate to his assigned ring.
On the arena, many opponents had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Jia Fu, who had an exceptionally strong aura, arrive, a look of solemnity flashed in their eyes.
Jia Fu merely smiled slightly, lightly swung his silver halberd, and a surge of powerful qi erupted instantly.
He forced many opponents to retreat repeatedly, and finally won the game with a single blow, easily advancing to the next round.
At the same time, Ma Yuan and Ma Shanwei also arrived at their respective arenas.
Ma Yuan stood tall and straight, wielding the Elephant Trunk Ancient Moon Blade. The tip of the blade lightly touched the ground, and his body was enveloped in a swirling aura of power. His numerous opponents, who had just stepped onto the stage, were quickly defeated by Ma Yuan's fierce attacks.
Meanwhile, on the arena where Ma Shanwei was located, an absolute power domination took place.
Ma Shanwei wielded a large iron spear—the Eight Treasures Dragon Spear—and his imposing figure caused the arena to tremble slightly with every step he took.
Under the oppressive force of Ma Shanwei's mountain-like aura, many contestants' hands went numb from the shock.
All three displayed astonishing strength on the arena. Whether it was Jia Fu's silver halberd, Ma Yuan's ancient moon blade, or Ma Shanwei's iron spear, they all seemed to be integrated with their own internal energy.
Their performance not only amazed the audience but also put unprecedented pressure on the other martial artists below.
When the three reunited, no words were needed between them.
"Haha, you two, it seems we've both advanced successfully."
Jia Fu said with a smile.
"Of course, when have we Ma brothers ever let anyone down?"
Ma Shanwei laughed heartily.
"Next, we must be even more careful and not underestimate our enemy."
Ma Yuan, looking serious, reminded the two of their concerns.
"My three sisters, I'm going too!"
In a glazed tile building to the left, Zhao Gongming laughed loudly.
At this moment, he had changed into a tight-fitting outfit, which made him look even more upright and dashing.
The two whips he held tightly in his hands—the Dragon and Tiger Steel Whips—gleamed coldly in the candlelight, their blades engraved with intricate dragon and tiger totems.
Beside her, the three sisters, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao, stood quietly.
"Brother, please be careful. We await your triumphant return."
Yunxiao said softly, her eyes full of concern.
"Rest assured, I will not let you down."
Zhao Gongming smiled slightly, his demeanor composed. He glanced at his three younger sisters, then turned and strode out of the Liuli Pavilion, stepping onto the stairs leading to the Heavenly Arena.
On the arena, Zhao Gongming stood still, his body surging with powerful energy. The Dragon Tiger Steel Whip in his hands seemed to come alive, dancing according to his will.
The protective aura surrounding him was like a giant dragon awakened, instantly encircling him and forming flowing blue halos.
He lightly swung the Dragon Tiger Steel Whip, its shadow dancing like a dragon and snake. Each strike was accompanied by a slight thunderous sound, as if it could tear through space and strike straight to the heart.
The qi, as the whip flashed, seemed to transform into sharp wind blades, threatening to shred the surrounding air.
They also easily secured a spot in the next round.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena, Xia Gengshi and Shebishi, just as Gongsun Ba had predicted, were emerging at an astonishing speed and becoming the focus of everyone's attention.
Xia Geng's corpse was dressed in a dark blue battle robe, surrounded by dark blue aura, like a ghost in the night, both mysterious and full of power.
His dark blue figure was agile, and each move was accompanied by a deep boom. His dark blue aura was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and heading straight for his opponent. His moves were fierce and precise, and each strike was aimed at a vital point, leaving his opponent with no way to defend himself.