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Chapter 445 - 293 That’s the Principle I Have_2

Chapter 445: Chapter 293 That’s the Principle I Have_2

Later, a friend mocked him, and that’s how the idiom "a shortcut to Zhongnan" came into being.

A derogatory term, no doubt.

Yet the fame everyone craved was exactly what he desired the least...

Meng Lang felt it was necessary to have a good talk with Elder Yan; what if he could reform him with his eloquence... oh no, inspire him?

At that moment, Yan Feng, Kong Wu, and a few others also got out of the cars behind.

To Meng Lang’s surprise, Hu Yifei and his girlfriend Big Wave, who he had met earlier in Su City, also got out of the car with Yan Feng’s group.

"Sister!" "Sister Weiwei!"

"Why are you guys here too?" Yan Weiwei asked, somewhat surprised.

"We wanted to follow the master to broaden our horizons. We just arrived last night and didn’t want to disturb Sister. Hehe! Huh?"

Hu Yifei suddenly paused.

"Mr. Meng is here too?" Seeing Meng Lang among the crowd, Hu Yifei’s eyes lit up.

"Hehe! Just mingling, aimlessly mingling."

Why are you always at the center of action? It seems your relationship with Sister is really something...

But this is perfect as I was worried about not having a chance to connect with this somewhat mysterious young man; now the opportunity is right before me...

Elder Yan glanced at Yan Weiwei and the others, but his brow furrowed in an instant.

Counting himself, the group of men and women, young and old, seemed complete.

The little girl aside, but what’s with Meng dressed like this... what’s with that big travel bag?

Why do I feel like I’m with a tour group...

What’s going on? Are we here for a day trip?

A group of serious martial artists suddenly including a backpacker, what’s that about?

Please! Even cheerleaders should take it seriously!

However, considering that this time letting Yan Weiwei compete was already a good outcome, I’ll bear with the rest for now...

"Let’s go! To the mountain!" Elder Yan led the way with a grand gesture towards the mountain gate.

The road ahead couldn’t be covered by car; everyone had to get out and walk. Along the way, they occasionally saw other climbers in small groups, all of whom looked like trained fighters.

As they met, Elder Yan would clasp his hands in greeting, introducing their respective schools to each other, and then exchange pleasantries.

Before long, the "Twelve Road Spring Leg climbing team" arrived at a huge platform at the foot of the mountain. The tranquil environment was suddenly buzzing with noise, startling Meng Lang.

There must be two to three hundred people here, right?

The platform was divided into three square arenas arranged in a T-shaped formation, with people sparring against each other, and intermittent cheers and sighs could be heard from around.

"So many people, are they all here to climb the mountain?" Meng Lang pointed at the crowd, curiously asking Fan Shigang next to him.

"This is actually considered a small turnout. This climbing event is held every four years, and the location changes each time. It’s an unpublicized martial arts event.

You can think of it as the ’Olympics’ of ’our’ circle."

Fan Shigang emphasized the word "our" as he spoke.

Even for a master of internal strength, the way you say ’your circle, your circle,’ why does it feel so alienating?

Hu Yifei, eager for a chance to join the conversation, immediately explained with a laugh.

"Yeah! Each climbing event, the organizers only invite about a hundred schools with significant strength and influence nationwide to participate. If a school ranks low continuously, it could even be directly eliminated.

If it wasn’t for strict selection, how could the mountain gate accommodate climbers from across the nation?

I even attended the grand event at Huashan Mount four years ago, and it was much busier than today."

"Really? Then I should hurry up and post this on my social circle; it only happens once every four years!"

This must definitely be a spot worth checking in for influencers, right?

However, as soon as Meng Lang took out his phone, Hu Yifei quickly stopped him.

"Brother, you really can’t take photos or videos here."

"Ah? Why?" Meng Lang asked, puzzled.

"Each school has its own critical techniques. If someone recorded their secret moves here, and then others went back and studied them... who would still want to come here to showcase their unique skills?

If the video were to leak, it would offend the event’s organizers."

"Uh..."

What era is this, still practicing the doctrine of starving the master to feed the apprentice? It’s so insular!

No wonder such a major event has no presence on Douyin!

Meng Lang reluctantly put away his phone, feeling disappointed.

"Who are the organizers?" he asked, curious.

"It’s generally the school that topped the last event. For instance, this event’s organizer is the Mind-Intent Fist from the Ma family, who topped last time.

This is also an opportunity for schools to expand their influence and showcase their strength.

Look! Those in blue uniforms are the organizers’ staff maintaining order," Hu Yifei pointed towards a nearby crowd.

"Oh~" Meng Lang looked towards the center and noticed indeed many in uniformed blue outfits maintaining order, even medics carrying first aid kits were present, which seemed quite formal.

"The last Huashan summit’s winner, a master from the Ma family’s Mind-Intent Fist, was titled ’Huashan Divine Fist’...

By the way, Brother Meng might not know this, but every winner from each edition is bestowed such a title.

These titles are deliberated by several respected elders, then covered with red cloth and placed at the summit.

So, only after the masters reach the summit and decide the winner is the title unveiled, as an honor for the champion.

I wonder what this edition will be called..."

So that’s how Hero of Guanzhong got his title...