Chapter 113
No rules.
No discipline.
Has there ever been a martial arts tournament like this in history?
Like the annual sword family convention held in Anhui, tournaments of the later generations are not uncommon. However, most of the tournaments held throughout the Zhongyuan, as well as in each region, were restricted to those who were either late-stage masters or had reached a certain level of mastery.
The reason for this is rather simple. It’s because they can’t break out of the mold of competition.
It was because I couldn’t break out of the mold, and I had to protect the name of my sect even in the midst of a clumsy victory or an ambiguous defeat.
Especially with the current rules of the Fengyun Branch.
“……Bastard.”
He stuck out his tongue and glared at the man who had devised this nasty trick. The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace shrugged his shoulders and smirked, as if he could feel the stare.
“Unframed, it’s like you’re scolding us.”
The K’un-Lun Adept snorted and turned his head away.
“No scolding. He just wants to mess with us. Why didn’t he do this before?”
“Use your mind.”
Hearing Kwangseung’s exclamation, Ki Sungja turned his face away and smiled.
“This, that, and the other is all for this occasion, isn’t it?”
The others were divided as to how the young man from the Southern Palace had come up with this idea.
“It’s right, it’s right.”
Huang Bozhong, the patriarch of the Huang Clan and lord of the Five Great Clans, burst out laughing.
