Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 98: Qidao, Part 1

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Qidao, Part 1

"Just kidding, just kidding, you guys fight, I’ll stay out if I can," Lu Xiao grinned.

Qidao was already among the top fighters in the Shengjing clans.

Moreover, Qidao was young.

If someone from the Goo Clan was really present, they would surely take note of Miao Qidao.

Once they showed interest, he could use that connection to find the Goo Clan.

Lu Xiao was well aware of his purpose in attending the Martial Arts Exchange; competing himself would be too much, too bullying.

Hearing Lu Xiao’s words, Miao Qidao also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Lu Xiao was really capable of such things.

The key was, he had the strength to do it.

No more than forty clans participate in each Martial Arts Exchange.

Each clan could have up to ten competitors, meaning, excluding the Miao Family’s own, there would be at most 390.

Lu Xiao had said before that he could take on more than seven hundred Linglong Guards...

Three hundred and ninety, piece of cake.

As for the eight Linglong Guards, it was a bit regretful; he really wanted to see Lu Xiao fight everyone single-handedly; even thinking about it was damn thrilling.

Soon, it was two o’clock in the afternoon, and the surrounding pavilions were already full.

Of course, there were still people at the foot of the mountain who hadn’t come up yet, but they were all from various clans here to watch the fight.

"Dang dang dang!" Atop the mountain, three heavy bell tolls rang out.

Then, there was silence.

After a few seconds, an old man with white hair and beard slowly walked onto the round platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the old man’s voice boomed, full of vigor.

"Welcome to the Xue Clan to participate in this Martial Arts Exchange."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, huge applause, cheers, and even whistling erupted from around.

The noise lasted for nearly two minutes before it stopped; then, the old man’s voice rose again, "I’m pleased to see you love martial arts and are keen on it."

"But!" The old man suddenly changed his tone, and his face darkened, "we’ve found that some people from certain clans have been abusing martial arts."

The place went dead silent instantly.

Nobody had expected this issue to be brought up at the beginning of the Martial Arts Exchange.

"You are all young, and it’s understandable to be aggressive and competitive,"

"but I hope you can control yourselves; being strong yet restrained is what martial arts should be about."

Some pondered the old man’s words, others sneered, and some simply let it go in one ear and out the other.

"Who’s this?" Lu Xiao turned to ask Miao Qidao.

"Xue Qingsong, the head of the Xue Family."

Lu Xiao nodded, admiration in his eyes; the head of the Xue Family wasn’t bad at all.

"Do you all know, what is the origin of this Martial Arts Exchange?" Xue Qingsong suddenly looked around.

Nobody answered.

Xue Qingsong sighed lightly, "The first Martial Arts Exchange was held 81 years ago, during a time of national crisis and existential threat!"

"At that time, 39 clans participated, with 314 competitors."

"Once the Martial Arts Exchange was over, these 314 people headed to the front line immediately."

"314 people, none of them returned alive; they all died in battle!"

"That same year, 232 from the second Martial Arts Exchange also went to the front line, none survived, all died in battle!"

"The third Martial Arts Exchange, 178 people, all died in battle!"

The repeated mention of all dying in battle weighed heavily in the air; the previously jovial young people also stopped their antics.

Xue Qingsong composed himself, his tone softened slightly.

"I just want to tell you, the essence of martial arts is never about bravado or bullying, and it’s certainly not a tool for oppressing ordinary people!"

"You are taught martial arts from a young age so that in times of national peril, you can stand up and protect this land!"

Hearing this, Xue Qingsong also sighed deeply.

He had wanted to say these words for a long time but never had the opportunity.

This time was perfect, taking advantage of the Martial Arts Exchange; in recent years, there have been some degenerates among the Shengjing clans, and many young people have indulged in pleasures.

Lu Xiao pursed his lips, his eyes slightly red.

Although he hadn’t experienced that era, the severity of those times was clear from Xue Qingsong’s words.

people, 232 people, 178 people; not one survived.

Eighty-one years ago, in the fifth year of the full-scale resistance against Japan, it was the toughest year, and the battlefield was like a giant mowing machine, devouring one live after another.

Those who had unhesitatingly rushed to the front lines during that time were all heroes and warriors.

At this moment, Lu Xiao’s regard for these Shengjing clans improved greatly.

Perhaps they have scum among them today, but in the past, they had also given their all for this country.

"Mr. Xue, the country isn’t in peril now!"

"Besides, having made such sacrifices, what’s wrong with bullying ordinary people?"

"Who’s to blame if they are weak?!" From the crowd, the voice of a youth rang out.

Everyone turned to look at him; some wanted to rebuke him, but eventually, they shut their mouths.

Zhou Tingyun, from the Zhou Family.

At the last Martial Arts Exchange, Zhou Tingyun had ranked third in the individual competition, terrifyingly strong.

On the platform, Xue Qingsong frowned.

He was no longer angry but despaired; did even a martial arts prodigy like Zhou Tingyun think this way?

If this continued, the Shengjing clans wouldn’t last long; they would rot from the roots.

"This world, isn’t it about the supremacy of the strong?" Zhou Tingyun said, climbing onto the platform.

"If anyone thinks what I’m saying is wrong, then tell me where it’s mistaken."

"Of course, the precondition is that you have to beat me first."

The scene quieted down, and no one stepped forward.

Even a few who were on par with Zhou Tingyun hesitated; after all, nobody was absolutely sure.

Going up so early, if they lost, their clan’s ranking might plummet.

"Qidao, smash this idiot’s mouth for me," Lu Xiao roared fiercely.

Miao Qidao had been ready to burst all along. Hearing Lu Xiao’s command, he whooshed onto the platform.