Chapter 69: Temporarily Ranked First

ew that the time was ripe. He stopped fanning the flames and instead counted down the days until the martial arts tournament began.Counting the time, there are about three days left before it starts...."Give me a way to contact you! I want a picture of that pathetic wolf's face when it happens!"

Zhuge Pifu happily took out his phone, as if he had seen the scene of a disciple beating up his master. At this moment, he was a little excited and completely didn't expect that this was entirely Wang Lin's field talk.

The phone was handed to Wang Lin, and he helplessly added his contact information.

Seeing Wang Lin so readily add Zhuge Pifufu's contact information, everyone's eyes lit up. "Add me too, remember to send me a copy!"

And me too!

"I want one too!"

"Count me in!"

Wang Lin didn't hesitate, adding them all. He was truly afraid that everyone would take him out. One-on-one, he still had confidence in winning, but if so many people attacked him together, his ending would definitely be as miserable as the young man this morning.

At this time, Zhou Qi also arrived, came over and greeted Wang Lin. Seeing Wang Lin sitting in the chair with no intention of leaving, he tactfully didn't bother him any further.

The banquet began, and the head of the Zhou family made a few opening remarks. Wang Lin only caught the last sentence: "Let the banquet commence!"

One by one, the exquisite dishes were served. However, the elders present showed no signs of their seniority. They acted like starving ghosts reborn, grabbing and gobbling down the food with flushed faces and a chaotic scene.

Worse yet, Zhuge Pi even stopped eating. He took a bag from his pocket and as soon as the waiter brought out the dishes, he started packing them up.

"Haha, sorry everyone, the pot's dry at home, so I'm taking some back for my little rascals to try!"

Everyone: "..."

"You better get your face ready! We're not full yet! Once we're done, you can take whatever leftovers you want! Pack up the whole banquet’s worth of leftovers, no one will care!"

Zhuge Pif, chuckled awkwardly and muttered, "I thought you guys were full already! Even at your age, how can you still eat so much"

"What the hell! Who was just eating from that plate! We didn't get a single bite!"

"Oh, really I didn't notice. I'll just unpack it then You guys eat first and I'll start after."

Zhuge Pifufu pitifully looked at everyone, his hands moving non-stop. He picked up the bag and was about to pour it into the dish.

"Stop, stop, stop! You don't need to pack the dishes that have already been served. Just don't pack the next courses!"

"Okay, okay, I hear you!"

He took back the bag, still sealed shut, and it was clear he hadn't planned on pouring anything out; he was just going through the motions.

Everyone saw this scene and fell silent, a black line appeared above their heads, and their mouths twitched uncontrollably.

"How come this old man is living such a hard life now"

"What He's just being cheap!"

Ignoring the strange looks from others, Zhuge Liang, a man of little consequence, was idly picking at his nose, looking utterly bored.

An hour later, the banquet ended successfully, with both host and guests happy. Zhuge Pifu also as he wished, filled all the takeaway bags. He happily handed the bags to the people who came to pick them up.

"Please take me home, my family is hungry!"

That person nodded helplessly and immediately arranged for someone to deliver the food to his home.

Two points, the martial arts field.

Zhou Zhihao took the microphone and walked to the front of the stage, cleared his throat, and signaled for everyone to be quiet.

Before the official start of the martial arts exam, let me explain the rules of the exam.

"This time, the martial arts exam rules have been changed temporarily. There are now twelve people participating in the exam. They will go on stage one by one to draw lots, from 1 to 12. The number you draw determines your ranking."

As soon as the words were spoken, the audience erupted in a flurry of discussion, utterly confused about the point of it all.

"Silence!" Zhou Zhihao said in a low voice, and then continued, "Everyone has five opportunities to challenge. You can challenge those who are ranked higher."

"Each challenge can involve a maximum of three people. For example, if the twelfth-ranked person is challenging for the first time, they can only challenge the eighth-ranked person. If successful, the two people's rankings will be swapped."

"If the challenge fails, the ranking remains unchanged. You can challenge once per round, with a total of five rounds. Those ranked lower start challenging first. If you choose not to challenge, you can opt out."

"Just a reminder, in this kind of game, strategy and tactics will be very important. Any other questions"

"Can I use tone of voice or props"

"No, no using anything other than your body. Now, let's start drawing lots! Come on!"

The crowd immediately stood up and lined up to draw lots.

"Alright, the drawing is over. There are twelve chairs over there, corresponding to the lineup, please take your seats!"

Wang Lin looked at the number nine card in his hand, feeling helpless. His luck was bad. He walked to the chair with the number nine card attached and sat down slowly.

His mind raced, trying to devise a strategy that would conserve his energy as much as possible.

After everyone had taken their seats, the sound of "Challenge Begins" echoed through the air.

Number 12 got up and scanned between numbers 8 and 11 repeatedly, finally choosing number 8. Almost everyone there was familiar to each other, and they had a good understanding of each other's abilities, so they directly chose the largest span.

Two people stepped onto the field, bowed to each other, and began to take their positions. With a whistle blow, they both charged at each other, still talking non-stop.

After a short while, the battle ended. The challenge was successful and No. 12 sat on No. 8's chair, successfully becoming No. 8.

See that number eight has sat down, number eleven got up, without any consideration, directly chose number seven.

Two people went down, in a matter of moments, number eleven lost, they sat back down again, and number ten chose number seven.

Number Seven resigned, unable to go on. This time he lost by one move to Number Ten. After the two switched seats, Wang Lin stood up and directly chose number Five with the largest span.

Because sitting in seat number five right now is Zhou Xing. Wang Lin was betrayed by him and nearly died. This grudge has been held by him ever since, although the martial arts test prohibits going all out, it's very simple to beat Zhou Xing up until he can’t fight anymore.

After the two entered, Zhou Xing kept giving wry smiles of self-deprecating humor. Although he was forced to do it, since it was done, it couldn't be changed. He had also prepared himself for serious consequences.

"Don't hold back, everything is retribution!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a figure dashed out and swiftly charged towards Wang Lin.

But in Wang Lin's eyes, the opponent's movements seemed to be played in slow motion. He easily dodged a blow, and with a side kick, he sent his opponent flying backward.

That man was sent flying backward, completely shocked and astonished. He never expected Wang Lin to be so powerful; with just one strike, he had nearly been injured.

Before he could think more, Wang Lin instantly flashed before him, a sand pot-sized fist like a furious storm flying towards Zhou Xing.

At this point, Zhou Xing could only shield himself with his head. Wang Lin's speed was simply too fast. He could have actually conceded defeat, but in order to let Wang Lin vent his frustration, he gritted his teeth and persisted until he spat blood and fainted. Only then did Wang Lin stop.

Wang Lin gave Zhou Xing a cold glance on the ground, then turned and walked towards seat number five.

Seeing Wang Lin resolve the fight so decisively, the masters present removed their underestimation of him. Judging by this situation, they estimated that none of them were his opponents.

After Wang Lin sat down, the challenge continued. Some people won and some lost, and the rankings were constantly changing dramatically.

The second round began, and everyone eagerly stood up to challenge again. They were all cunning, knowing just how much to push without getting hurt, which became the guiding principle for everyone.

Wang Lin directly challenged the first place this time, causing an uproar in the audience.

"Still so young, with such sharp edges. The first place isn't easy to hold onto."

"Yes, being in first place means constantly facing challenges from others, which takes a greater physical toll!"

"It's good to be young and full of vigor, but being too impetuous can lead to downfall!"

"Does he have no strategy Just charging headfirst"

None of the on-site audience was optimistic about Wang Lin, only Zhou Qi, who had an inexplicable confidence in him. He stared intently at Wang Lin with excitement on his face, wishing he could start celebrating right now.

Wang Lin looked indifferent. While others feared physical exhaustion, he wasn't worried. Each challenge lasted a long time, enough for him to recover. Besides, his battles were always short, barely depleting his stamina.

He stood quietly in the martial arts arena, facing Huang, who also gazed back at him silently.

"Senior, I'm sorry to offend you!"

As soon as he spoke, he immediately rushed towards Huang.

"Nice to see you!"

Huang did a display of force, countering Wang Lin's punch with his small entanglement hand. He shook his palm a few times and completely neutralized Wang Lin's full-strength attack.

Wang Lin didn't dare to take it lightly and immediately retreated. This was the first time someone had been able to perfectly resolve his attack without dodging.

My own power far surpasses everyone present. Even though traditional martial arts have special body tempering methods, it is fundamentally different from my full-body enhancement through awakening.

He cautiously observed Huang, then changed his attack strategy, beginning to harass him with speed, trying his best to prevent Huang's skills from taking effect.

The effect was also obvious. Huang, who was already old and in poor health, could only cope with Wang Lin's constant harassment, finding no opportunity to fight back.

In the end, he could only accept defeat. He didn't get first place, but he was okay with second. It wasn't a life-or-death struggle, so there was no need to go all out.wn his spine.Zhou Qi seemed completely unfazed by Wang Lin breaking free, and he continued rubbing his hands together. "What my older brother said is true from the heart. This time we have a very good...