Rebirth: City Sovereign

"Cough, cough." Pang Baozong who was standing at the side laughed awkwardly and said.    

    

"Everyone has come."    

    

Ye Kai withdrew his gaze and walked straight to the center of the room where there was no one sitting. Miao Ya'er followed closely behind him obediently and sat down.    

    

Pang Baozong raised his head and looked at the people in the room.    

    

Heavenly Master Dao Heavenly Master, Zhang Fann.    

    

Lich Miao Family, Miao Ya'er.    

    

Firmament Sect disciple, Ye Lee.    

    

Heavenly Arts Martial Sect, Lu Qingshan.    

    

Chinese General, Ye Kai.    

    

At this moment and at this very moment, all the members of National War of Martial Arts were gathered here.    

    

"Sorry for making everyone wait so long." After looking around everyone, Pang Baozong said.    

    

"Before we depart, there are some things I need to tell everyone."    

    

With that, Pang Baozong straightened his posture and with a stern expression.    

    

"As everyone knows, in a week's time, the National War of Martial Arts that occurs once every four years will be held as scheduled. As participants in the National War of Martial Arts, I believe that the importance of this Martial Arts Tournament to all of you is self-evident."    

    

"Yesterday, the military had already received a notification from the organizers. Before we set off, I think all of you should first have a slight understanding of the tournament's schedule in National War of Martial Arts."    

    

"This year's National War of Martial Arts, a total of seventy-six participating nations, with a total of one hundred and fifty-two competing teams, and a total of seven hundred and sixty contestants."    

    

Hearing that, the crowd frowned slightly. Seventy-six countries, National War of Martial Arts's scale was indeed a world-class competition, but why were there 152 teams from seventy-six countries?    

    

"In other words, two teams from each country?" Ye Lee asked.    

    

"That's right." Pang Baozong nodded his head, "One group is the main group, the other is the Youth Training Team that is below the age of twenty."    

    

"As a new force in your next world, the establishment of Youth Training Team is more concerned with the exchange of martial arts culture and the acquisition of martial arts experience."    

    

"The National War of Martial Arts is divided into two stages, the first stage is the qualifying competition, which means to say, the hundred and fifty-two teams will proceed with the method of drawing lots, and in the end, only thirty-two teams will be left to participate in the second round of eliminations."    

    

"In the previous National War of Martial Arts, my Chinese Team was considered a strong team to enter the top four, and according to the rules, our main team had the qualification to become the seeded team, and directly enter the top sixteen."    

    

After saying that, a somewhat proud smile appeared on Pang Baozong's face. However, to the seated participants, the top four were obviously not an acceptable answer, because only the champion would be able to see through the secrets of the Immortal Door.    

    

"The method of drawing lots is very simple. Besides the four seeded teams, the remaining teams will draw lots to compete in a one on one knockout competition. The victor will stand on the stage and the loser will be eliminated, until there are only twenty-eight teams left."    

    

"And the first to go on stage and draw lots, is the Youth Training Team of the top four nations in the previous tournament. That is to say, the China Youth Training Team will draw lots at the very front."    

    

"In the evening, you will all fly to Norway, although as members of the seeded team, you will not need to participate in the finals. But I hope that everyone can accompany the members of Youth Training Team and grow up together. At the same time, all of you should have a certain level of understanding towards the form of National War of Martial Arts. "    

    

"Come in."    

    

The moment Pang Baozong finished speaking, a few youths of different appearances lined up outside the room and entered.    

    

"These are the Youth Training Team members that have been selected through layers and layers of selections in the military region."    

    

Following the youths standing in a row beside Pang Baozong, Pang Baozong began to introduce them one by one.    

    

"Xiang Xi Corpse Chasers, Wu Shi, 17 years old. Although they are a part of the magic faction, they normally carry corpses in the morgue."    

    

The skinny boy on the left bowed towards Ye Kai and the others. He was so skinny that his chest was plastered against his back like a drug addict with a thick black rope tied around his waist.    

    

"Hao Loong, 18 years old, Grandmaster Taiji Fist descendant."    

    

The youth standing beside Wu Shi looked ordinary, but wearing a taiji suit was bowing down towards the group.    

    

"Southwest Overlord Sect, Zeng Min, twenty years old." The tall teenager in the middle nodded, he was also a member of the Ye Kai Ye Alliance.    

    

"Vajra Sect, Hee Wenhui, seventeen years old." When the teenager on the right of Zeng Min heard this, he bent down. Although he was not as big as Zeng Min, his muscles were the brightest in the entire stadium.    

    

"Hong Kong Island, Feng Shui, Mystical Novice. Cheng Yu, 15 years old." Different from the three Youth Training Team s who were obviously martial practitioners from the middle of the group, Cheng Yu was wearing a black hat and a middle mountain attire that did not match his age. On his left wrist, there was even a string of prayer beads hanging.    

    

"He really does look like a fortune-teller."    

    

Miao Ya'er who was sitting in the corner sneered and used a voice that only Ye Kai, who was sitting beside him, could hear.    

    

The ten members of Chinese Team's main team, five people, and five Youth Training Team s were all gathered in this relatively small room.    

    

"I'm done." Pang Baozong took out a stack of documents and placed it on a table.    

    

"This is a copy of the National War of Martial Arts's detailed process sent by the organizer. It includes the location of the opening ceremony, the specific time of the competition, the locations of the qualifiers and the elimination competitions."    

    

"There are still two hours until you can board the plane. Before that, all of you are free to do as you wish. But within two hours, please return to the Dragon group base and board the plane together."    

    

With that, Pang Baozong left the room.    

    

In the remaining two hours, Ye Kai did not leave his room. Instead, he took out a copy and found a spot with sunlight outside to sit down carefully. Miao Ya'er followed behind and felt bored, so she called out a few Gu worms and placed them on the grass to squat and play.    

    

Very quickly, two hours had passed. Pang Baozong brought ten people to board the plane to Norway.    

    

"..."    

    

A week later, Norway.    

    

The Luthar Fjord was located in the southern part of Norway. Beside the calm water surface, there were a few towering mountains that were like clouds. The top of these mountains were completely covered with pure white snow, but the foot of the mountain opposite of them was full of life.    

    

On a huge grassland between the Fjords and the lake, hundreds of young people of different colors, dressed, dressed, and with different colors, were bustling around in the open area, bringing a noise that would normally not be heard in the tranquil Luthar Fjord.    

    

Today was the first day of the opening ceremony of the National War of Martial Arts, so young cultivators from over seventy countries would participate in the competition.    

    

In the location where the few hundred people were standing, an American man wearing a suit was standing on the grass. As the representative of the organizer, he stood on the stage that was already set up long ago, holding onto the microphone and spoke a few words in a foreign language. He was roughly talking about today's competition, but Pang Baozong had long memorized all of these things by the ten members of the Chinese Team.    

    

The members of Youth Training Team were also standing in the sea of people. Wu Shi lowered his head and played with the puppet on his waist, Hao Loong, Zeng Min and the other two who were hot pursuers of the martial arts. Their faces were filled with excitement, and the excitement in their eyes seemed to be on the verge of erupting.    

    

As for Cheng Yu, he maintained his aged look, with a lazy look, even yawning twice from where he stood, as if the ceremony had nothing to do with him.    

    

The five members of the home team stood at the back of the crowd, scattered and scattered, silently observing the members sent by the other countries. The five members of the home team stood at the back of the group, scattered and scattered, silently observing the members sent by the other countries.    

    

In a place not far from the members of the Chinese Team main team, stood two members of the home team. Unlike Ye Kai, there were only two members of the United States main team who attended the opening ceremony today, and one of them who was slightly taller, an American youth with a large golden-colored back, patted the shoulders of the man beside him, smiling as he spoke.    

    

"William, look, those few people over there seem to be the Youth Training Team from this time."    

    

Amongst the several hundred people whose skin, hair, and eyes were colored in all sorts of colors, the slightly skinny China Youth Training Team seemed to have become especially conspicuous instead.    

    

The man with blonde hair glanced at the direction the others were looking at and spoke in disappointment.    

    

"So weak."    

    

Boom.    

    

Just as he finished speaking, a burst of violent shock appeared in the minds of the two people, a burst of terrifying Spiritual Strength undulations spread in the air, William frowned, and said with disbelief.    

    

"Other than the two of us, why is there such a strong Spiritual Strength here?"    

    

Unlike the two from the United States, among the several hundred participants, only a dozen or so people could clearly feel the impact of the Spiritual Strength, and they immediately looked around nervously.    

    

The others remained calm as if they didn't feel anything. After all, only those with similar strength would be able to sense the fluctuation of Spiritual Strength at this level. To those with a huge gap in strength, it was as insignificant as the buzz of mosquitoes.    

    

After a long speech that lasted more than an hour, the opening ceremony was also announced to be over. There were sparse applause from the audience. Unlike many other events in the world, other than this speech, the opening ceremony of National War of Martial Arts did not have many processes that would cause one to feel irritated.    

    

Following which, Staff in a suit brought up a few glass tools that contained countless of autographs.    

    

Looking at this scene, many of the team members had agitated expressions. They were not here to listen to the lecture, but to decide who was the best among the new generation of martial arts from all over the world.    

    

"First of all, let's invite American Youth Training Team Captain Eddie onto the stage to draw lots!"    

    

Once every four years, the competition which had caused countless Warrior s to rise to prominence, had finally begun!