With just a little manipulation and a snapshot of the scene, revealing Xue Jing's face, the image of a chivalrous, talented, and handso young martial artist was established.
At the very least, it would create so buzz and make the hot searches.
Xue Jing just smiled and didn't reply.
...
Moving through the crowd, the trio quickly arrived at the venue's main entrance. After going through a series of procedure checks, they entered the gymnasium through the staff entry.
Jiang Siwei, carrying a briefcase, went to deal with so matters with the gymnasium's staff, while Xue Jing and Yin Muhu headed to the athletes' resting room.
Ti slowly passed, drawing close to four in the afternoon.
By then, the audience had mostly entered and settled in their seats.
In the resting room, the now returned Jiang Siwei spoke with a stir in her tone,
"Ti's up, it's about to start."
As soon as her words fell, the lights in the entire venue suddenly dimd.
Then, multicolored neon lights began to flicker, and in the center of the spacious ring, a round platform slowly rose up, with a young male singer in the center, dressed in a flashy stage costu and holding a microphone.
Accompanied by dynamic background music, a powerful voice echoed throughout the venue.
"~Never submit to so-called innate talent~ Always believe that diligent work pays off~"
Yin Muhu curled his lips:
"Diligent work pays off," the Martial Artists Association's anthem."
"Deceptive stuff."
"Only those who have tried know the importance of talent. Without talent, you don't even qualify to try."
Hearing the song, Xue Jing laughed, "He doesn't sing badly, quite a robust voice."
"Of course, the singer is also a martial artist," Yin Muhu said.
"In recent years, professional martial artists from the club system have beco increasingly flashy: singing, acting, participating in variety shows, and all so good-looking. I don't understand, why don't they just go into show business?"
Jiang Siwei, flipping through a file, laughed upon hearing this, "Martial artist is a great hook. Traditional celebrities aren't popular anymore. If you want to make it big, the best way is to start with martial arts. Martial arts stars are much more popular than ordinary stars."
Yin Muhu sighed, "It feels so strange, as if the pure glory of the term 'martial artist' is being sullied by all sorts of ssy people, and it feels quite uncomfortable."
Xue Jing glanced at her but said nothing.
He himself didn't feel anything; he wasn't a pure martial artist. Although he could understand Yin Muhu's sentints, he didn't feel sentintal.
Jiang Siwei consoled, "That's the way the era is, an individual's will can hardly stand against the tide of the tis. Don't think too much, Little Yin."
The opening ceremony lasted nearly twenty minutes, with many singers and bands that Xue Jing didn't recognize appearing on stage. It was quite lively.
As the performance concluded, the ring was quickly cleared by the staff, and then all the lights ca back on.
At the sa ti, the voice of the comntator resonated in the venue.
"Hello, dear audience and friends, good afternoon. Welco to the 37th U19 No-Limit Elite Fighting Tournant in Maple City. I am Hao Yongyun!"
"I am Jin Shaorong."
"I am Zeng Qian."
The faces of the three comntators appeared on the big screen in the venue, a man and a woman, placed close to the ring at the comntators' table.
"Oh, the past week has been so hard to endure; finally, we can see the long-awaited eliminations..."
After chatting for a while, they rapidly started thanking various sponsors, supporting departnts, and advertisers.
"Thanks to Mingzhen Sports Equipnt for the support..."
"Thanks to Kangde Security, Black Tide Security, Galaxy Martial Arts Club...for their strong support."
"Thanks to Maple City Culture and Tourism Bureau, the guide unit for this event..."
After a series of rapid thank-you notes, they finally got to the competition segnt.
"Okay, without further ado, let's welco the fighters to the stage!"
The lights dimd again, and several colorfully different spotlights shone at the exit of the player's tunnel.
"First, please welco..."
In the player's resting room, Yin Muhu, watching the screen, stood up and said, "I'm going to the ring to watch up close. Xue, how about you?"
Xue Jing smiled, "I'm fine watching from here. You go ahead."
Once Yin Muhu had left, Jiang Siwei next to him said:
"Little Jing, you rember all the rules, right?"
Xue Jing nodded, "I rember them all."
Although U19 is called 'No Limits,' it is after all a competition staged for an audience, not a total real battle; there are indeed so rule restrictions.
For instance, although cold weapons can be carried, warm weapons are not allowed; otherwise, if a player cos up with sothing like a precision sniper rifle — although in a sense very martial arts, it really isn't suitable for visual spectacle.
There are also rules against passive fighting, using too many dirty words, spitting on your opponent, getting excrent out of the body, and throwing it at the opponent - these types of magical attacks...
All kinds of strange rules like these.
According to the law that every absurd rule is born with an absurd fact, past U19 events must have really seen a lot of spectacular happenings...
"Well, that's good," Jiang Siwei nodded.
"But I still have to say, although other rules can be negotiated, the last and most important rule must be followed."
"—No killing your opponent."
Jiang Siwei said seriously.
"This is a formal martial arts competition, entirely live-stread. If soone kills an opponent, it will imdiately disqualify them from the competition..."
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