Game Universe: Awakening and Enhancing Everything at the Start

Chapter 67 Deep Blue, Let Me See Your Limits

On the fifth day, which was the last part of the Hundred Alliances Conference, the martial arts competition took place.

There weren't many rules for this martial arts competition, but there were some established conventions: peers competed against each other, with younger people competing against younger people and seniors against seniors.

Of course, the main focus is on young people, which also gives the new generation a chance to make a name for themselves.

There are three arenas in the center of the venue. Anyone can go up and challenge others. The winner stays and the loser leaves. It's that simple.

You don't have to be the last one standing in the ring. After all, this is just a friendly exchange, and it's a series of matches. As long as you show your style and leave a deep impression, you've succeeded.

On the first day of the martial arts competition, the new generation of martial artists were full of energy, taking to the stage one after another to compete, showcasing a variety of wonderful martial arts techniques.

Huang Hong sat in the stands, staring intently at the three arenas. The various martial arts styles used by the young martial artists transformed into individual images, constantly being disassembled and reassembled in his mind.

The martial arts wisdom, which had already completed its initial framework, was frantically absorbing this knowledge, supplementing and growing it.

After an unknown amount of time, Huang Hong had a profound realization. He glanced at his extraordinary panel and was surprised to find that, without realizing it, he had actually comprehended a rare skill in this way.

Huang Hong's lips curled up, and without hesitation, he upgraded the newly learned skill to the maximum level.

A wealth of martial arts knowledge related to this skill flooded his mind. With this ability to draw inferences from one instance to another, he was able to understand even more when he looked at the young masters fighting on the arena again.

Two days passed quickly. On the third day of the martial arts competition, which was also the last day of the alliance meeting, Huang Hong, who had been quietly watching, stood up and strode towards the arena.

This move attracted a lot of attention, after all, there are many unspoken rules in this world, such as the more important a person is, the more likely they are to appear last.

The martial arts competition was no exception. If the first two days were just small-scale skirmishes between minor players, then the real main event would begin on the third day.

At this moment, an unknown person suddenly appeared on stage and stirred things up... Yes, it was "stirring things up," as many people thought... He was easily seen as a clown trying to attract attention.

Seeing Huang Hong's actions, Huang Yi's face showed worry, but after opening his mouth, he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

As soon as Huang Hong stood in the center of the arena, someone couldn't help but jump out: "I am Li Chenyang from the Gale Valley. This brother looks unfamiliar. May I ask which sect you belong to and which master you are under?"

Huang Hong calmly replied, "I am Huang Hong. I have no particular school or sect. I have learned my family's martial arts techniques. Please enlighten me."

Upon hearing this, Li Chenyang sneered and attacked without replying.

Huang Hong remained calm, lowering his attributes to a level similar to his opponent's, and then began to counter each move as it came.

Huang Hong used his family's Cloud and Water Flow technique, which was mainly for defense and did not take the initiative to attack.

Li Chenyang, on the other hand, looked down on Huang Hong. His own school of martial arts was based on speed and ferocity, so from the start of the battle, he launched a relentless attack like a whirlwind.

After more than ten moves, seeing that Huang Hong's defense was watertight, Li Chenyang's expression changed slightly. He realized that he had met a master. He sneered, "No wonder you dared to come up on stage at this time. So you do have some skills. In that case, I'll have to show you my true abilities!"

"A sandstorm is sweeping in!"

Li Chenyang stood on the ground, his hands moving incessantly, bringing the raging sandstorm that swept over Huang Hong.

This method of throwing sand may seem despicable, but it is indeed a relatively common move in martial arts. Martial arts is not like dance; its essence is to kill. On the battlefield, it's all about life and death, and there are no such rules.

Facing the oncoming sandstorm, Huang Hong neither dodged nor avoided it. He moved his hands, his movements seemingly slow but actually rapid, creating obvious ripples in the air, like flowing water.

The ripples swept across, actually bringing the oncoming sandstorm under control, moving with Huang Hong's arm.

Li Chenyang's expression changed drastically, but he stepped forward without hesitation, his hands moving rapidly as he tried to compete with Huang Hong for control of the Sandstorm.

And so, the audience witnessed a magical scene: Huang Hong and Li Chenyang were constantly exchanging blows, while around them were several wisps of sand that were constantly moving.

After several minutes of this stalemate, Li Chenyang finally couldn't hold on any longer and took several steps back.

Huang Hong drew circles with both hands, bringing them together in the center. Then, he gently exhaled, and the gathered sand gently patted Li Chenyang before dispersing.

Looking at his dusty clothes, Li Chenyang's face turned ugly. He forced a bow and then turned and left without saying a word.

At this moment, a thunderous roar erupted from the audience, with cheers and laughter...

Huang Hong's gaze remained calm as he leveled up the newly acquired skills to the maximum level.

A moment later, a burly man jumped onto the stage, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother Huang, you are a highly accomplished master of the Earth Dragon Dao!"

Huang Hong introduced himself again, and then made a gesture of invitation.

More than ten minutes later, Gao Yan touched the fist mark on his chest, vaguely feeling the penetrating power, and said gratefully, "Thank you for your mercy, Brother Huang. I lost."

Huang Hong smiled and exchanged a few polite words.

Next, Huang Hong faced a series of challenges.

"My name is Lou Le'er from the Qingzhu Sect. Please enlighten me..."

"I am Huo Yan of the Iron Fist Sect. Please enlighten me..."

"This humble servant is Yin Wei from Huahai Pavilion. I beg Brother Huang to show mercy..."

"I am..."

"..."

Huang Hong defeated seven or eight opponents in a row, finally attracting the attention of the experts present.

It's important to understand that combat is extremely physically demanding for martial artists. Often, just one or two intense battles can exhaust a martial artist's stamina. Only those martial arts masters who have honed their skills to the point of internal organ strength can maintain their breath and truly be unafraid of group battles.

The fact that Huang Hong could fight for so long without changing his expression not only proves that his strength far surpasses that of his opponents, but also suggests that he may have additional talent.

Throughout history, talent has never been a prerequisite for reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, but there is no doubt that talented people are much stronger than ordinary people in both combat and cultivation, and may even be able to sweep away their peers or challenge those of higher levels.

Seeing Huang Hong's performance, Huang Yi was also beaming with pride, and he kept smiling as his friends inquired and congratulated him.

"That's right, that's my grandson!"

"Yes, it uses the family's Yunshui Flow technique."

"Sigh, these are all mediocre skills, they just seem more impressive in Hong'er's hands."

"Oh, not at all! That young man is naturally unmarried; it's precisely this matter that's causing me worry!"

"..."

Xie Juxia had also noticed Huang Hong long ago, and with his insight, he could naturally see more.

After Huang Hong defeated another opponent, the scene fell silent for a while. After a long time, a figure slowly walked towards the arena.

His movement sparked a heated discussion in the stands, which eventually coalesced into one sentence...

"Thunder Dragon Fist - Meng Changge!"

Huang Hong looked at the young man walking towards him and knew that the real master had appeared.