Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 795: Primary Selection

Chapter 795: Chapter 795: Primary Selection

"Looks like there are at least two hundred people here."

"Man, this Yue Family Martial Arts Hall is really swelling up."

"With such a strong backing, in recent years the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall has been blooming everywhere, opening hundreds of branches with tens of thousands of students. It’s among the top three large martial arts halls in the Southeast Five Provinces."

"What use is having so many people, they’re all weak fighters."

Li Feng glanced at the team from the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall and quickly withdrew his gaze, then started reading a small book he had just bought.

In the Southeast Five Provinces, there are many martial arts halls, but in terms of strength, the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall is just one of them.

The strongest one is the Jingwu Sect, which has a hundred-year heritage, primarily teaching Southern Fist and is a representative of Southern Fist of the Southern Fist Northern Leg.

This generation, known as the Jingwu Ten Tigers.

The booklet detailed the information about these Jingwu Ten Tigers, even including photos, which seemed quite famous.

Li Feng browsed through it, other than the Jingwu Sect, the other one that had the most number of people was the Outer Sect of Southern Shaolin, which also accepted secular disciples and taught the kung fu of the Shaolin lineage.

Apart from that, most other martial arts halls were individually operated with very few branches, but were not weak as they typically adhered to traditional mentoring methods and were strict in accepting disciples, unlike the Yue Family Martial Arts Hall that just took money and enrolled students like a gym.

Time quickly passed, a quarter of an hour went by, and the dock was filled with at least two to three thousand people. The disciples from the large martial arts halls clearly stood apart, and those from smaller halls also kept distance from each other, standing scattered.

Ding.

At that moment, Li Feng’s mobile phone received a message.

It was a boarding reminder sent by the organizers of the National Martial Arts Tournament, and the nearby dock area was now open for boarding.

Li Feng squinted at the large cruise ship in the distance, wondering if this year’s National Martial Arts Tournament was going to be held on a cruise ship.

As the crowd moved towards the dock, Li Feng also joined them. After his identity was checked, he boarded directly, his room number was on the message in his phone.

Li Feng went straight to his room following the room number, a small suite which would have been average on land but was considered deluxe on the cruise ship.

It took nearly an hour for the two to three thousand people to board the ship. At ten in the morning, the cruise ship finally departed from Hai City Port.

Li Feng stayed in his room for a while then went up to the deck of the ship.

"It’s so damn unfair, why do some get to stay in deluxe suites or even single rooms, and we have to squeeze four people into a standard room."

"Stop complaining, I already asked. If you want a deluxe suite, just pay. If you can’t pay, you have to stay in the most ordinary multi-bed room."

"This tournament is really a rip-off."

"We’re here now, what’s the point of complaining? Can you still get off the ship? But it seems there are quite a lot of people at this tournament."

"Yeah, I estimate there are more than three thousand."

"With three thousand people, how long would it take to compete one-on-one? If they found a stadium and set up several rings, it might go faster. Bringing us to a cruise ship really doesn’t give enough space to compete."

"Does anyone know any inside info, like how the pre-selection was handled in the last tournament?"

"I have a bad feeling."

"Hm?"

"Although the last National Martial Arts Tournament’s pre-selection wasn’t held at sea, they chose a mountainous area, provided a map and a compass, and you had to reach the destination by dusk and collect nine identity tokens other than your own to pass the preliminary round."

"This time they aren’t making us swim around the sea, are they?"

A martial artist’s face went pale, "If that happens, I can’t swim."

Listening to the discussions on the deck, Li Feng stroked his chin. He had only watched the final platform fights of the last Martial Alliance-organized National Martial Arts Tournament and didn’t know how the selection was conducted.

But with over three thousand people, going one by one would take too long and definitely wouldn’t finish in time, so a group elimination would be a good method.

And what that person mentioned about swimming might also be possible, given they were already at sea, there had to be some unique aspects.

Outside Hai City are famous archipelagos. Only about one hundred islands are inhabited, the rest are uninhabited, and it was highly likely for the martial arts tournament to pick a suitable island as the competition venue.

The cruise ship cut through the wind and waves, seagulls flew around, and in a little over an hour, a lush island appeared in the sea beside the ship.

Just then, the ship broadcast came on.

"All participants of the National Martial Arts Tournament please note, the first round of the Southeast Division pre-selection will start in ten minutes. The competition rules will be sent to your mobile phones in five minutes, please check, and good luck in smoothly passing this pre-selection."

The broadcast repeated three times, ensuring everyone on the cruise heard. Two more minutes passed.

Li Feng stayed on the deck waiting for the official rules to be released. Three minutes went by in a blink.

Beep Beep.

Li Feng’s phone rang. He immediately opened it and clicked on the official message for the first round of the pre-selection.

Seeing the rules, Li Feng’s lips curled up, just as suspected.

"Damn, your bad luck prediction really came true."

"F**k, we do indeed have to go into the sea. I can’t swim! Am I going to die before proving my skills, when I was aiming for first place?"

"This is so unfair."

Li Feng quickly scanned through the rules, the officials had indeed come up with a cunning plan.

"Hey, since you can’t swim, don’t waste your identity token. Hand it over to me."

The one who had been ranting just moments before instantly turned hostile, launching a sneak attack that knocked the other to the ground and snatched the identity token.

"Damn, you betrayed me."

Indeed, with the message received, the preliminary round had already begun, without any prior notice.

The martial artist who had just snatched an identity token hadn’t even started to feel smug when two others attacked him from both sides.

As Li Feng focused on the nearby situation, a shadow suddenly loomed behind him, and a burly martial artist attempted to bear-hug him from behind.

"Hand over your identity token."

As though having eyes on the back of his head, Li Feng quickly ducked to dodge the beefy arms, maneuvered under the assailant’s armpit, and his elbow struck the opponent’s soft ribs.

He grabbed the identity token from the waist of his opponent, and though Li Feng wasn’t a thief, he prided himself on the ability to pick pockets.

The burly martial artist held his waist, turned his head to look at the identity token in Li Feng’s hand, and his eyes widened in shock, "Give it back to me."

Li Feng ignored him, his gaze sweeping across the deck; chaos reigned everywhere.