Chapter 399: 201 Strong Gather, A Hundred Skills_3 Chapter 399: 201 Strong Gather, A Hundred Skills_3 Soon, they arrived at the security cordon set up by Baihua Martial Arts Hall.
The surrounding roads were closed, with police in black uniforms and parked police cars visible, and one could faintly see mbers of the Secret Martial World patrolling.
The security asures for the Dark World Fighting Championship had always been comprehensive, and this edition was given even greater attention. This was because, the Evil Ghost Court which had previously caused trouble along the Eastern Coast had announced their intentions to sabotage the Dark World Fighting Championship not long ago.
Of course, these could just be vague threats.
But, the Martial Arts Association still enhanced security to avoid any disturbances.
At the entrance with the yellow security tape, Fierce Bird Sect presented their credentials and were imdiately allowed to enter. They walked down the spacious cent road, passed through the main gate, and a modern estate with the vibe of high-end clubs seen on TV appeared before them—various venues and skyscrapers with different functions scattered around. The windows and decorative tal strips sparkled under the sunlight.
At the entrance, two staff mbers in blue uniforms with identity badges hung around their necks led the way to the gymnasium.
Taking the left ramp up, they reached the topmost step, paved with smooth and neat black marble. The glass doors had already been opened, clearing the path to the inside of the venue. Bai Xiao followed the team inside.
Ten minutes later.
At seven thirty in the morning, the provincial level Dark World Fighting Championship opening ceremony comnced.
Bai Xiao quietly sat in one of the spectator seats, his gaze sweeping over the entire indoor gymnasium, with lighting equipnt hanging from the alloy trusses above.
The lights could be focused and were exceptionally bright, making the rubber flooring and mats at the bottom of the gym reflect a plastic-like gleam.
At the central position, there was a huge octagon-like ring, exuding a brutal and ferocious aura. It looked like a venue for a death match in an underground boxing ring.
Of course, the overall layout of the venue for the Dark World Fighting Championship resembled those often seen on TV in super professional fighting championship tournants.
Ti passed bit by bit, and the opening ceremony lasted for an hour.
It involved so high-level officials from the Martial Arts Association, several elders from Nanjiang Province, as well as representatives from so regional and national organizations going back and forth with clichéd remarks. They discussed reward rankings, admiration and focus on well-known martial arts styles and schools, and international exchanges, among others.
Bai Xiao rested with his eyes closed for the entire duration, sitting until eight-thirty.
Finally, the organizers began the main event.
A black-clothed referee walked straight towards an open space beside the ring where the drawing lots equipnt was set up. Holding a microphone, he read out the nas of the contestants, who then ca forward in full public view to pick their numbers.
“Long Ming.”
After about twenty or so nas,
“Bai Xiao!”
Bai Xiao imdiately stood up and picked his number at the designated spot.
“Number 9.”
He looked at the number on the slip of paper, pausing for a mont before lifting his head.
Standing next to the black-clothed referee, Bai Xiao felt several penetrating gazes firmly fixed on him, sharp as eagle eyes. This was not a normal scrutiny, but a gaze filled with an inexplicable interest in battle.
Directly in front, a sophisticated young man dressed in fitting blue attire, his black ponytail resting on his shoulder. His delicate face seed to carry a hint of a smile, his thin lips slightly curved.
On the left, a young man in white dojo attire with a red headband wrapped around his forehead. He twisted his neck, with the fiery light in his eyes sparkled.
His extrely strong and powerful fists were crossed in front of his chest, with veins prominently showing.
On the right, a gloomy man wrapped in thick black clothes, his hand pressing down the brim of his hat. From the gap in the shadows, a venomous snake-like fierce gaze shot out. A subtle yet terrifying aura leaked out.
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