ulous happened.Xiao Xu's sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with a silver-white light.Ten cries become a formation, Sword Formation!At the same time, Xiao Xu made a move.This is the first time he...Chapter 17 A Promise Worth a Thousand Gold

The Zixia City Youth Martial Arts Cup is held every year from August to the end of September.

The competition is divided into two major stages.

The first stage began in mid-August.

In a tournament style format, the sixteen finalists will be selected from the countless applicants across the city within one week. This stage will conclude before the end of August.

Martial arts is the world's most popular number one sport.

Second only to that extraordinary and transcendent Immortal Dao...

It's better not to mention it.

For people in small towns, martial arts are the only things they can truly reach.

Therefore, whenever the Martial Arts Cup begins, it is always a grand event with numerous participants signing up.

Of course, the vast majority of people who sign up do it out of interest only.

Some people have just started to cultivate their qi and blood, or even haven't reached the stage of tempering their bones, yet they still come to register out of curiosity.

Therefore, the primary task of this first stage is to eliminate these imposters and select the strongest sixteen.

This marks the beginning of the second phase, the one that has been the talk of the town all through September.

This stage is also called the official competition.

To gain greater attention and viewership, the official competition is no longer conducted in a tournament format but instead held weekly, with each week determining the top eight, top four, and ultimately the champions.

Four rounds of competition per month, once a week.

Every official competition attracts millions of viewers, and each champion gains immense popularity and influence.

Similarly, the martial arts hall or organization where the champion is from will undoubtedly become the biggest winner of the next year.

Li Hengxin's willingness to make such a significant sacrifice stemmed not only from his desire to befriend Xu Jun, but also from his intention to leverage Xu Jun's influence to promote the martial arts academy.

...but the advertising cost is a bit expensive, that's all.

Although Xu Jun agreed to Li Hengxin's request, he represented Leiting Martial Arts Hall in the competition.

But he didn't take this matter to heart, instead he still went about his daily routine of studying, playing, and practicing martial arts.

Moreover, he spends no more than an hour each day on martial arts.

Its purpose is not to strive for perfection, but only to avoid regression.

As for that "going one step further when standing on the highest point of a hundred-foot pole" kind of thing...

Xu Jun is very self-aware and knows that he isn't cut out for this.

In the blink of an eye, it's mid-August.

One day, inside the top-level training room of the martial arts hall, Xu Jun finished his training and pushed open the door.

Since he displayed his innate sword cry at the martial arts hall, Li Qiankun proactively moved him to a first-grade practice room and never mentioned the cost again.

Ahead, Li Qiankun was waving at him with a broad smile on his face.

"Brother Xu, the battle list is out. You will begin your first round of competition the day after tomorrow." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Xu Jun opened his watch and sure enough, received a battle notice.

To prevent strong teams from being eliminated by each other in the preliminary rounds, a group stage format is used for the qualifiers.

Each round, eight to ten people are grouped together for a free-for-all battle. The last three standing advance.

...and so on, until the top 32 are determined.

Although this approach inevitably leads to some strong players making mistakes or being eliminated, that's just a low probability event.

Because the skill level of the athletes in the qualifying rounds varies greatly, there will be no live broadcast.

After all, no one wants to see ten newbies brawling on the stage with clumsy punches. That would be a shame for the organizing committee.

Xu Jun just glanced at it.

Well, besides himself, he didn't know any of these nine people.

Then there's nothing to worry about.

Thank you, I know. I will compete on time the day after tomorrow.

Li Qiangun nodded and said, "Xu Ge, actually for you, the qualifying round doesn't need to worry at all, no need to be so cautious."

Xu Jun was startled and asked, "What"

Li Qiankun wore a solemn expression and said, "Your daily practice time is only one hour. If I'm not mistaken, you should have given up further progress in exchange for maintaining your body at its peak state."

Xu Jun opened his mouth, not quite knowing what to say.

However, with his keen insight, he immediately recovered.

Thus, Xu Jun also nodded slightly with a serious expression, saying, "I promised Master Li to do my best."

Li Qiankun was deeply moved and said, "Brother Xu, you value your promise so much, Qiankun is truly grateful. However, we hope that this competition will not cause you any trouble. You should prioritize your cultivation as the main goal, and don't let minor setbacks lead to major losses and hinder your martial arts progress."

Xu Jun's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself.

I understand this point, but unfortunately, after a month and a half of practice, he came to a disappointing conclusion.

No matter how hard he tries, his level of kendo mastery remains constant at its current state.

Originally, it was a fusion of man and sword, which is the fusion of man and sword.

It was originally the sound of the Heavenly Sword, it is still the sound of the Heavenly Sword.

> Just one hour of practice every day is enough to keep your skills sharp and prevent regression.

But if you want to make progress, that's really wishful thinking.

Through this incident, he truly saw things clearly.

Your own talent, that's how it is. Whether you diligently practice or laze around, the results will be the same.

If he keeps trying like this, then he's truly a fool.

"I understand, thank you for your kindness, Li Ge," Xu Jun said seriously. "However, I can't go against my principles, so I can only accept your kindness in my heart."

After finishing his words, Xu Jun smiled faintly and left gracefully.

Li Qiangkun hesitated to speak, only watching his departing figure with a sigh.

Sword cultivator.

This is the true way of the sword cultivator.

A promise is as valuable as a thousand pieces of gold, and one's heart is as steadfast as steel.

At the same time, Li Qiankun was deeply impressed and determined.

Xu Jun must be tied to the tank in his own martial arts hall.

Making friends with swordsmen like this is the most reassuring thing.

Two days later, Xu Jun, following the prompt on his watch, arrived at the arena wearing the competition uniform provided by Lei Ting Martial Arts Hall.

Although it was a non-broadcast qualifying round, even just the families and friends of the contestants numbered quite a few.

Xu Jun queued for an hour, and finally it was their group's turn to go on stage.

The stage is not small, it can easily accommodate ten people.

But after ten people, the activity space is no longer large.

The first time you draw lots, people from the same martial arts school will not be grouped together.

Therefore, only Xu Jun from the Thunder Martial Hall remained on the stage.

Of the ten people, one stood out: a man who was two meters tall, with dark skin, a muscular build, and arms like iron bars.

On stage and off, everyone was watching him intently.

A person sidled up to Xu Jun and whispered, "Hey, little brother, after it starts, we'll team up and take down that big guy first."

Xu Jun was startled and exclaimed, "Beat him first"

Isn't it common practice in these types of competitions to take out the strongest contenders first

And if the strongest are too strong to beat, they will each make small moves and try to be one of the three left on stage.

But Xu Jun, looking at that big black guy, didn't feel like this guy was stronger than himself at all.

But he only hesitated for a second before nodding and saying, "Okay, let's hit him!"

(The End)

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