Capítulo 27: Chapter Twenty-seven: The Grand Martial Arts Tournament! Who Will Claim the Divine Weapons?
With a hint of mischief, Wang Hui delivered the three weapons to the Huyan clan's territory and instructed the divine servant Huyan Wu to announce the divine decree.
"Three divine weapons are bestowed by the heavens; only the strongest warriors among the three clans are worthy of them!"
As soon as this announcement was made, numerous warriors, confident in their prowess, eagerly stepped forward.
Especially those ordinary clansmen without "adult" positions, who saw an opportunity to elevate their status and bring honor to their families!
On April 14th of the fifth year of the divine descent,
after completing the spring plowing, the three clans began preparations for the martial arts tournament.
Even the warriors responsible for defensive duties participated during their downtime, eager to test their mettle!
Currently, the social hierarchy within the miniature world was relatively simple.
Beneath the leaders were elders overseeing internal affairs or military matters.
Ordinary clansmen, whether engaged in production or combat, shared a fairly equal status.
Achieving "adult" status not only ensured better living conditions for oneself but also granted privileges to their families!
In peaceful times, without exceptional abilities or particular contributions, advancement was a rare feat.
After all, positions were limited; in the current turbulent times, the three clans had only added two or three new adults.
With the divine weapons at stake, this was undoubtedly an unprecedented chance for elevation!
As for those who were already adults, they, too, would not willingly relinquish such glory.
With only three divine weapons available, only one individual from each clan could obtain this honor, which represented a loftier spiritual pursuit for those who lacked material needs!
"Hey, have you heard? That Long Zhuo from the Huyan clan has achieved eight consecutive victories! Truly fearsome..."
"Eight victories, and so what? Don't forget, Leader Gui is also vying for the divine weapon, and there's still the former leader Huyan Wu above him!"
"Ah, Huyan Wu was originally the strongest warrior among the three clans, and now he has become a divine servant; who could possibly rival him..."
"Our Nalan clan's victor will undoubtedly be Lord Hua Zi; as for the Zuo Qiu clan, the competition is quite fierce. Who do you favor?"
...
By the Shinchuan River, a group of warriors clad in full aluminum armor patrolled while enthusiastically discussing the martial arts tournament.
The differing colors of red, orange, and green on their armor and weapons indicated their respective clans.
Mixed units enhanced the collaborative combat capabilities of the warriors from different clans, while the distinct colors preserved their clan pride.
Bang!
Suddenly, a purple-skinned beast erupted from the ground, opening its massive jaws in an attempt to launch a sneak attack!
It crashed headfirst into a tightly fortified shield, leaving a shallow dent before the opponent retaliated with a swift strike that severed its head!
The Zuo Qiu warrior, accustomed to such assaults, expertly crouched down to dissect the beast's corpse.
The others formed a protective circle around him, glancing occasionally at the dissection with curiosity.
"Hey, there's loot!"
The Zuo Qiu warrior's eyes brightened as he extracted a primal crystal from the carcass, eliciting envy and admiration from his companions.
"What's with the hushing? When we take a break to watch the tournament, I'll treat you to some beer!"
The Zuo Qiu warrior wiped the blood from the primal crystal and cautiously tucked it away in his armor's pocket.
"Beer? Can I choose chocolate soup instead?"
"Ambitious! That would cost ten times more..."
"Oh come on, the resources from one primal crystal could sustain your indulgence for months; don't be stingy!"
The group set fire to the purple-skinned beast's corpse, laughing as they continued their patrol.
None noticed the blood on the Zuo Qiu warrior's hands quietly seeping into his skin…
...
On April 24th, ten days into the martial arts tournament, the final battles began on a platform constructed from thick wooden planks, showcasing the decisive contests of each clan!
Any clansmen with free time called friends to attend.
Sipping chocolate soup or beer, they shouted in a thunderous chorus that echoed throughout the area!
In a distant, inconspicuous corner,
two figures cloaked in large hoods watched intently from afar.
Their distance seemed to pose no barrier to their sight, allowing them a clear view of the battles unfolding on stage.
"Not planning to join in? The eight-foot snake spear would suit you quite well."
In disguise, Wang Hui held a cup of beer, glancing at the elder chief Huyan Wu beside him.
Compared to the chocolate soup favored by the miniature folks, Wang Hui found the locally brewed beer more appealing.
It had a slightly sour taste, reminiscent of coarse beer, but once accustomed, it proved quite appetizing.
A colder version would likely be even better...
"The divine lord jokes; the three divine weapons are your gifts to the three clans. As your servant, there is no need for me to meddle."
Huyan Wu, wise and composed, responded appropriately.
Yet, his expression revealed that while the battles on stage were intense, he regarded their strength with indifference.
As the two conversed, the outcomes of the final battles for two clans had already been determined.
Nalan Hua Zi emerged as the unanimously acknowledged strongest warrior of the Nalan clan!
His mood brightened as he received the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, promptly offering his original long-handled iron sword to the defeated younger clansman, Nalan Shan Kui.
Shortly thereafter, the leader of the Zuo Qiu clan, Yue, triumphed over the younger warrior Zuo Qiu Tang, successfully claiming the twin sabers!
Remarkably, Zuo Qiu Tang was actually the half-brother of Zuo Qiu Yue.
The two were only months apart in age, shared similar combat styles, and after a prolonged tussle, Zuo Qiu Yue seized a critical opening to secure victory!
As the twin sabers were separated, the siblings each held one aloft, saluting the audience below, which prompted raucous cheers from the crowd.
"The cohesion within the Zuo Qiu clan is indeed unbreakable.
This young leader, Yue, not only possesses exceptional martial prowess but also excels at winning hearts!"
Huyan Wu observed from afar, whispering his admiration.
Not long after, as the Huyan clan took the stage for their final battle, the elder leader's expression shifted to one of displeasure…
In contrast to the relatively harmonious atmosphere of the previous two martial contests, the final battle for the Huyan clan was rife with hostility.
Bang!
Huyan Long Zhuo swung his wooden sword with unrestrained force, knocking his opponent's weapon aside before advancing to strike once more.
"Ah!"
The opponent cried out in pain as the wooden sword struck their ribs, sending them toppling off the stage!
While the weapon was not sharpened like an iron sword, the sheer force of the blow was impossible to easily absorb.
Sustaining such a hit could likely lead to severe injuries or even fractures!
"Weak, too weak!"
Huyan Long Zhuo spat disdainfully, his proud gaze sweeping the arena as he shouted,
"Who else dares challenge me?!"
Standing at around six feet tall with a robust physique, his hair tied back into a wild brush, he exuded ferocity!
From the principal seat beside the platform, Leader Huyan Gui furrowed his brow.
Long Zhuo hailed from an ordinary family and had been frail and bullied in his youth.
However, through diligent training and seizing opportunities to battle the purple-skinned beasts in recent years, he had honed his skills.
After signing up for the martial arts tournament and achieving consecutive victories, he became renowned throughout the three clans!
Such an inspirational journey should have positioned him as a celebrated hero.
Huyan Gui certainly had this thought in mind.
He even contemplated relinquishing his claim to the divine weapon, the eight-foot snake spear, to be a wise leader who favored his outstanding subordinate.
Yet, Long Zhuo's current display…
Huyan Gui rose, preparing to reprimand Long Zhuo for his lack of restraint.
However, Long Zhuo boldly pointed at him, declaring,
"Gui, you are no match for me; let Huyan Wu come forth to duel!"
Upon utterance, the crowd erupted in astonishment!
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