403: C403 Zhou Yang Cleverly Won

C403 Zhou Yang Cleverly Won

"What are you nervous about? It's not like you're up there." Zhou Yang surveyed his surroundings. All of them were warming up his Ancient Martial Cultivator. Each and every one of them looked quite similar.

"Ai! Do you want to warm yourself up too? Look at me!" The young master said to Zhou Yang on a whim.

Zhou Yang looked at him speechlessly. "When did you see me warm up before I fought? It was just some show-off. It was just a show before the match. "

"I really haven't seen it before. You don't even move when you fight." The young master thought about it and realized that it was true that he rarely moved. It wasn't a fight, it was a one-sided suppression!

"Everyone, please gather. The contestants stand according to the serial numbers and groupings. All unrelated people who don't participate in the competition, please sit at the spectator stands." The competition was about to begin. The host came out to control the field.

"We are going to start with multiple groups, so please gather in front of the corresponding boxing ring. After our referee checks, we can enter the competition." The host announced the rules loudly.

"Zhou Yang, I will go over first. You can do it. It's all up to you! I'll watch you! " The young master looked back at Zhou Yang as if he was his son and slowly walked away.

Zhou Yang lowered his head and smiled helplessly. The moment he raised his head, his eyes became fierce, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant. His aura was completely different.

"Invite the contestant who drew number 02 from group three to gather at number 1 boxing ring. Invite the contestant who drew number 02 from group three to gather at number 1 boxing ring..." It was Zhou Yang's number.

The young master instantly clenched his fist and stared at Zhou Yang nervously. He did not even dare to blink as he watched Zhou Yang walk towards stage one step at a time.

Zhou Yang did not feel anything to be nervous about. Just like usual, he obediently raised his hand to check on the judge and also did a simple physical examination.

The cumbersome process went on for about half an hour. Even the young master was getting impatient from waiting. Zhou Yang finally went on stage. His opponent was indeed the Ancient Martial Cultivator he had seen that morning.

That Ancient Martial Cultivator did not seem to take Zhou Yang seriously at all. The two of them shook hands under the referee's signal, and then the referee announced the start of the competition.

At the beginning, the Ancient Martial Cultivator did not choose to attack blindly. Instead, it paced back and forth, as if it wanted to test Zhou Yang. However, Zhou Yang stood where he was and did not move at all.

That Ancient Martial Cultivator had no choice but to make a move first. Indeed, it only had brute force. Zhou Yang shook his head secretly. The person he thought was too weak.

Zhou Yang still stood where he was without moving. When that Ancient Martial Cultivator's fist was about to hit Zhou Yang's face, Zhou Yang quickly dodged it.

Before anyone could see what was going on, the Ancient Martial Cultivator's fist missed. Originally, everyone thought that this ___ would definitely hit him.

The Ancient Martial Cultivator seemed to be in disbelief as well. It quickly attacked again, but just like before, it was also dodged by Zhou Yang.

The Ancient Martial Cultivator seemed to have been angered. It began to attack crazily, and its moves immediately became chaotic. It could be said that there was no order at all. Zhou Yang could take it down with a single strike.

However, Zhou Yang remembered to keep a low profile. At the beginning, he had been using the method of dodging. From an outsider's point of view, he felt like he was being pushed back again and again, as if he was going to be unable to withstand it.

However, taking advantage of the moment when the Ancient Martial Cultivator revealed a loophole, Zhou Yang seized the opportunity and quickly attacked, knocking the Ancient Martial Cultivator to the ground in an instant.

This attack did not seem to be heavy, but Zhou Yang had actually used his strength. Although he did not seem to be injured from the outside, the injuries were all internal injuries. He needed to recuperate for a while.

The Ancient Martial Cultivator tried, but it failed. The referee started for a few seconds, and after ten seconds, the Ancient Martial Cultivator couldn't stand up. This round would depend on Zhou Yang's victory.

In fact, from an outsider's point of view, Zhou Yang just happened to grab hold of the weakness of the Ancient Martial Cultivator, and then he won. Otherwise, Zhou Yang definitely wouldn't have been able to beat him.

But this happened to be Zhou Yang's plan. Zhou Yang wanted them to have this illusion.

After the competition, Zhou Yang got off the stage. The young master immediately rushed over, "You scared me to death. I thought you were going to lose in an instant!" The young master ran out of breath.

"Hmm? Is my acting so good? Even you were fooled? Hahaha, I did it on purpose!" Zhou Yang teased.

" Of course I know you did it on purpose! If I didn't know your true strength, I would have been fooled by you! " The young master hammered Zhou Yang and said with a smile.

"Alright, lower your voice. You are afraid that others don't know, right?" Zhou Yang reminded the young master that this place was still crowded with people and not a good place to talk.

"Alright, alright. There is no more competition today. Let's go out first." The young master pulled Zhou Yang out of the competition grounds.

"I watched for a while at the spectator stands, but I didn't see any particularly powerful people. Is everyone hiding their strength?" The young master reported what he saw today to Zhou Yang.1

"Who knows? Do you think everyone is stupid? They have shown all their trump cards on the first day and are waiting to be used as live targets?" Sometimes, Zhou Yang really admired the young master's intelligence.

"I'm just telling you, isn't that right? Then we can't rule out the danger. What if someone really powerful appears? We can't let our guard down!" The young master instructed.

"Zhou Yang, tell me the truth. If you encounter someone very powerful, do you have any trump cards?" The young master secretly asked, looking very wretched.

Zhou Yang reached out his hand and pushed the young master's head away, which was getting closer and closer, "What trump card? No!" Zhou Yang said impatiently.

"Can't you give me a calming pill? I didn't sleep well yesterday!" The young master complained to Zhou Yang.

"Is this how you give a calming pill? It's given by strength!" After saying this, Zhou Yang lifted his foot and left.

"Sigh, that's true. I believe in you!" The young master immediately followed, "The second round of drawing of lots is about to begin. Let's go to the main hall first."

The second round of the competition also passed without any danger. The places that they encountered were all small fries. They did not encounter any experts. They were even weaker than the people from Young Master's side.

Zhou Yang still adopted his previous strategy. He won by a narrow margin. When the others saw this, they could not help but feel pity for another person.

The young master was also very happy. Recently, his appetite had become better. After the two of them finished the second round of the competition, they went to the place where the third round of the competition would be held.

The results of the drawing of lots were out, and they drew the line of the young master's uncle. "Huh, what a coincidence!" The Young Master looked at the result of the drawing of lots and laughed mockingly.

"I was just worrying about not having a chance to deal with them. Now it's good." The young master turned his head and said to Zhou Yang, "But you have to be careful of their words. They have many tricks up their sleeves. I wonder what tricks they are going to play this time."

"I can't play any tricks here. Don't worry." Zhou Yang said to the young master.

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