Chapter 1233 - 720: Ten Titans Clash, Bright King Meditates, Monkeys Howl and Elephants Trample! (Part 3)
"Okay, I’m working on it for you..."
The time was still early, and Meng Chuan needed to study his opponents a bit more.
In his group, Arthur and Riel were negligible, but Chen Zhiming and Liao Huo were definitely not easy to deal with.
Watching the combat videos of the two played one after the other, Meng Chuan was not nervous, but his demeanor did not show the slightest hint of underestimation.
"I’m just a Three-Limit Martial Arts Master, it’s time to show my true skills now..."
At this stage of the competition, there’s no room for withholding anything.
The situation can change rapidly, and even a slight carelessness can lead to a downfall!
At this moment, Meng Chuan’s phone was silent, without a single message or call.
His family and friends chose not to disturb him at this crucial moment, silently cheering him on.
Yong’an, Huayun Prefecture.
Xue Na held incense in her left hand, lit it, gently waved it out, and stood in front of the statue of the True Martial Emperor that had lost its Black Tortoise mount.
Raising the incense to her forehead, she silently prayed, repeatedly bowing...
"Emperor, bless Meng Chuan to get a bye, opponent injured..."
Meng Yongzhi on the side wasn’t idle either.
He held his phone with his shoulder, continuing to answer his police colleagues’ concerns about Meng Chuan.
Holding two Great Chu medals framed in his arms, he paced back and forth around the living room like a donkey tied to a mill, showing how nervous he was inside.
Global top ten, potential of a Great Saint!
"Our Old Meng family’s ancestral tomb must really be emitting... celestial energy!"
...
An hour passed swiftly, and Meng Chuan opened his eyes right when the clock pointed at 10 o’clock.
The competition had begun!
With the prompt sound from the intelligent brain, all ten of them entered a matching state at the same time.
Three seconds flew by, and the matching results appeared on the big screen, showing the detailed pairings:
Group One: Chen Zhiming vs. Riel, Liao Huo vs. Arthur, Meng Chuan gets a bye;
Group Two: Colby vs. Wang Chongyi, Seviss Long vs. Mu Nianxin, Markiev gets a bye.
In the preparation room, upon seeing the results, Meng Chuan’s face showed a look of surprise.
He actually got a bye?
Good-looking guys really do have better luck...
But it doesn’t matter, he can first watch the match between Chen Zhiming and Liao Huo.
A bye won’t happen two times in a row, tomorrow he will definitely compete on stage.
On the other side, the bullet screen in the Great Chu’s official livestream channel was buzzing with discussions about the first day’s matching results.
"Wow! Such an explosive start, which one to watch? Chen Zhiming is bound to win, Mu Nianxin is bound to lose, should I watch Liao Huo or Wang Chongyi?"
There’s no way Chen Zhiming will lose to Riel.
The viewers had long forgotten the spectator rules they thought of earlier, they just wanted to watch the most thrilling match!
At Great Chu time, 10:01 AM, there were four minutes before the match started.
"The matching result is out, congratulations to our contestant Meng Chuan for getting a bye!
At this moment, my mood is difficult to fully express in words, and I believe every audience in front of the screen is feeling the same excitement!
The top ten young experts in the world are about to engage in a peak duel on this stage, we don’t need to say much, please use the bullet screen to tell us the matchup you are most looking forward to and eager to watch!
At that time, we are honored to have three heavyweight guests who will provide the most professional, exciting live commentary for everyone!"
"Liao Huo fighting Arthur shouldn’t be much of a problem, after all, even Meng Chuan has beaten Arthur easily."
"Let’s watch Wang Chongyi, if he can defeat Colby, we’ll have a stable position."
"Colby is too strong, it’s likely futile..."
The bullet screen was filled with discussions, and the backend of the livestream captured and counted every discussion accurately.
Ten seconds later, the host announced:
"It seems everyone is more concerned about the battle between Wang Chongyi and Colby, let’s cut to the preparation footage, both are star contenders in this World Youth Championship, let’s see what sparks they can create."
"Wang Chongyi is two years younger than that black kid, it’s not a disgrace if he loses."
Li Wenshu nodded from the audience and said slowly.
He always had high hopes for Wang Chongyi, seeing a reflection of his younger self in him.
People like an indomitable spear, unyielding.
"Colby is indeed formidable, the Wudang kid might not be his match."
Sui Chunqiu, who was beside him, was just marveling at Meng Chuan’s good fortune, nodded in response when he heard Li Wenshu speak.
"Wang Chongyi has been tempered since the start of the competition, experiencing so much hardship! I hope these experiences will let him be reborn from fire instead of remaining discouraged."
Xun San sighed softly, seemingly feeling that this kid’s luck was a bit down.
Because he deeply suspected that the intelligent brain would match Wang Chongyi up against Seviss Long in the next round...
Evidently, the three of them didn’t think Wang Chongyi could win.
At this moment, the competition had already started, and Wang Chongyi and Colby had entered the Spiritual World.
"Intelligent brain, help me project Liao Huo’s livestream."
In the preparation room, as Meng Chuan drank his iced coke, he reminded the intelligent brain to "change the channel."
Since he got a bye, he decided to watch the other contestants’ matches first, rather than worrying about Wang Chongyi like everyone else, Meng Chuan had no particular feelings.
He still decided to first watch Liao Huo’s combat, to see how he would confront Arthur’s [Judgement].
...
The mountains rose and fell, revealing different contours in Meng Chuan’s eyes.
[Nine Luminaries] Celestial Phenomenon, Mountain and Sea World.
Liao Huo stood like a tall pillar, firmly rooted at the mountain peak.
Around him was a gust of wind, sounding like ghostly cries and wolf howls. His clothes fluttered automatically in the windless environment, which made his figure appear grand and majestic.
His gaze seemed closed, with only a slit open, yet his large ears slightly trembled, at the moment when his brow furrowed —
"Western barbarians still lack any Martial Arts spirit, Amitabha!"
As the last two words were uttered, his eyes suddenly burst forth like flames, his pupils erupted with the might of thunder, and his fierce glare almost seemed to materialize, radiating two miles out.