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Chapter 202: The Trials of the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage (Part One)
Since ancient times, the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage has always been a golden opportunity for countless professionals to make a name for themselves. Moreover, it offers the chance to win the heart of a beautiful partner. Therefore, the number of participants is naturally substantial. When Ye Huan arrived at the registration area and saw the sea of professionals, he was taken aback. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he never expected Zhao Ziyu's charm to attract so many people. The small plaza, about one hundred square meters, was packed with heads, including many high-level practitioners.
"Is this for real? Young Master, given this situation, there might even be people from other countries here!"
Lo Shaobin exclaimed in shock as he noticed an Eighth-Level Practitioner among the crowd at the registration desk. Just as he finished speaking, Yang Guangyao chimed in, "Of course! With Your Majesty being so beautiful, I would come from far away too!"
"Yang Guangyao!"
Hearing Yang Guangyao's words clearly, Ye Huan's already displeased mood worsened as he thought about the grand spectacle his future wife had set up for the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage. He gritted his teeth and muttered Yang Guangyao's name, his eyes blazing with a fiery anger that seemed capable of incinerating him completely.
"Well, the weather is nice. I’ll go register..."
Seemingly understanding why Ye Huan was so furious, Yang Guangyao chuckled awkwardly and quickly made his escape, not daring to linger even for a second, fearing that Ye Huan might tear him apart. However, once he left, the world around Ye Huan seemed to quiet down, prompting him to glance around.
Perhaps due to the large gathering of professionals, the registration area was bustling with activity. In addition to numerous professionals waiting to sign up, tea houses and taverns nearby were filled with young maidens on the second and top floors. They were clearly hoping to find someone special among the competitors. After all, this Martial Arts Competition for Marriage would ultimately select only one person; amidst a field of wildflowers, a rose could still bloom—who could guarantee that all remaining competitors would lack talent?
Understanding these young women’s intentions, Ye Huan suddenly realized that nearly ninety-nine percent of their gazes were fixed on him!
"Look quickly! He’s looking over here..." "Oh my heavens! How can he be so handsome and charming?" "I think I’ve fallen in love with him..."
As his gaze drifted past a tavern, several girls on the second floor became infatuated and began speaking unconsciously. Their eyes turned into heart shapes as they flirtatiously tossed glances at Ye Huan. It was clear they had noticed him long ago, causing him to reluctantly withdraw his gaze. After all, with his white hair, robust physique, and handsome features—even though he had become a Taoist—his unique aura shone brightly like a spotlight in the night.
Contemplating whether he should tone it down a bit, Ye Huan was surprised when Yang Guangyao dashed back from the registration point. This sudden appearance puzzled him, prompting him to ask hurriedly, "Yang Guangyao! With so many people waiting here, how could you return so quickly? Did you cut in line?"
"Hey, Young Master! Do I look like someone who breaks the rules? You wouldn’t believe it; I just found out that today is the last day for registration! The competition starts tomorrow..."
With a silly grin on his face, Yang Guangyao thought that knowing when the competition would begin would excite Ye Huan. To his surprise, Ye Huan kicked him lightly and shouted back, "If it's the last day, why aren't you rushing to register?!"
After a back-and-forth that lasted no less than three hours, Ye Huan and the others finally registered for the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage before evening. Upon learning that the competition would start at the eastern gate of the imperial palace the next day, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin returned to their respective homes in the capital, leaving Ye Huan alone.
Fortunately, Ye Huan had brought along a decent amount of silver this time, which allowed him to manage a night at the inn.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Ye Huan sat up in bed and remembered to check his Spatial Ring. After all, he was still a Taoist priest. He couldn't take out his Arms or Flame Sun Sword for the competition, so what he needed most now was another sword—one that wouldn't reveal his identity!
After rummaging through his belongings for quite some time, he finally found a pile of Flying Swords gifted by the elders of Yuxu Palace when he left Eastern State. After careful selection, he quickly grasped a long sword that gleamed with a cold light.
This sword was named Bai Shuang, measuring three feet in length and possessing an impressive sharpness. If refined, it could freeze opponents in place with a mere swing. However, given Ye Huan's current identity, refining it was out of the question; it was more appropriate to use it as it was.
Nodding in satisfaction, he strapped Frostblade to his back and slowly walked out of his room, heading toward the competition Arena. Meanwhile, at the eastern gate of Huaxia Imperial Palace, the area was already packed with people. In addition to nearly two thousand professionals participating in the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage, many citizens from the capital had come to watch. The only notable absence was Empress Zhao Ziyu, who had initiated this competition but for some unknown reason did not attend, leaving everyone disappointed.
In one corner of the crowd, Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin were feeling anxious as they had seen the list posted at the palace gate. Unfortunately, Ye Huan was scheduled to lead off in the first match of the Martial Arts Competition for Marriage—and he still hadn't arrived!
"Lo Shaobin," Yang Guangyao complained, "why didn't you take Young Master home with you yesterday? If he arrives late, won't he kill us?"
Looking around and still not spotting Ye Huan, Yang Guangyao couldn't help but blame Lo Shaobin. This prompted a quick rebuttal from Lo Shaobin: "You talk big! Why didn't you take Young Master home yesterday?"
"Well... I..."
After stammering for a while, Yang Guangyao ultimately couldn't come up with a good excuse. But it wasn't entirely his fault! Yesterday's Ye Huan had clearly been on the verge of exploding with anger; bringing him home would have been inviting disaster.
Just as both Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin were feeling troubled, a commotion suddenly erupted from somewhere in the crowd. People instinctively turned their gazes toward that direction and soon spotted a handsome young man with white hair dressed in a white Dao robe, carrying a white long sword on his back as he walked slowly toward them…
"Could this guy be White Impermanence—the one competing first today?"
"He's so damn cool! If I had known earlier, I would have dressed up before coming to compete…"
The crowd buzzed with discussions centered around Ye Huan's identity because they believed that regardless of his actual strength, his appearance and attire alone could overshadow everyone present.
Seemingly oblivious to their chatter, Ye Huan maintained a calm expression as his gaze fixed on the so-called competition Arena.
Due to the royal Martial Arts Competition for Marriage, the Arena had to be larger, allowing High-Level Practitioners to showcase their skills. It measured fifty meters in length and stood nearly three meters above the Ground, enabling the spectators to observe more clearly. On the stage, a man clad in battle armor held a Red Document, presumably the judge responsible for overseeing the competition. Surrounding the Arena, a large number of soldiers from the Huaxia Imperial Capital formed a circle, ensuring that the competitors would not be disturbed.
Before Ye Huan could take a closer look, the armored man on the Arena suddenly pointed in a direction and announced, "Silence! Please quiet down; the competition is about to begin. The participants, White Impermanence and Iron Er Zhu, please come up to the Arena!"
Bang!
Like a raging black bull, a dark-skinned man leaped onto the Arena, his feet thudding heavily against the marble surface, creating a loud noise. Once he steadied himself, the spectators around him couldn't help but gasp; this man likely weighed two or three hundred pounds and stood over two meters tall. Despite his size, he was not overweight but rather muscular and full of strength. The force of his landing left two deep footprints—three centimeters deep—on the marble surface, making quite an impression.
"You are Iron Er Zhu?"
The judge's eyes sparkled with admiration as if he had already foreseen Iron Er Zhu's victory. Just then, another figure slowly ascended to the top of the Arena, moving silently; no one noticed how he reached this height of over three meters. It was clear that this was Ye Huan. As for Iron Er Zhu and the judge, they fell silent, seemingly taken aback by Ye Huan's entrance.
"I am White Impermanence. If you are indeed Iron Er Zhu, then I believe we can start our match."
With a smile, Ye Huan introduced himself. Not having heard any response from his opponent earlier, he felt compelled to ask.
Looking awkwardly at Ye Huan, Iron Er Zhu felt somewhat inferior as a fellow man. He had clearly heard the women in the capital shouting 'Victory for White Impermanence,' indicating just how popular Ye Huan was. However, now that they were both on the Arena, there was no turning back.
Straightening his posture, Iron Er Zhu responded directly, "Yes, I am Iron Er Zhu. Let’s do this!"
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