Saiyan Age

Chapter 31 The Conference Finally Opens

The last three months passed in the blink of an eye, and finally, people ushered in the grand World Martial Arts Association.

Master Zhen put on a handsome suit, and Cecia wore a shiny dress, as if she was going to a banquet.Beria and the others were much more plain, dressed cleanly and unassumingly, very concisely.

They first came to the southern transit island by boat, and then arrived at the end of the conference - Buki Island by plane.

Different from the simple and elegant nature of Nojima, Bukit Island has been developed very thoroughly, and there is already a trend of commercial tourist attractions. Various modern buildings are quite distinctive, and shops are also opened all over the streets.

The island is bustling with activity, and fans and contestants from all over the world flock to the upcoming event every four years.

Many people even set off several months in advance, and traveled tirelessly across thousands of mountains and rivers, coming here just to watch the heroic appearance of those martial arts masters fighting on the spot.

As the opening day of the tournament was approaching, more and more people gathered on the island. The merchants who were doing business were the happiest. The hotels were extremely hot, and the souvenirs were sold out in a short time.

The World Martial Arts Association is held by the government. It has a huge scale and a high honor. It has a long-standing reputation on the Balz planet, and it can be said that everyone knows it.

Because of its large scale and high prize money, the winners often get a lot of fame, so the number of contestants is unimaginable, much more than the number of participants in the world's number one martial arts association in Beria's impression!
And there is almost no threshold, anyone who is willing to participate can enter.

Of course, many people who are not qualified at all will be eliminated in the primary round of the sea election, and those who are really left at the end are still those powerful martial arts masters.

"My God, there are too many people here, right? It's almost impossible to stand out from so many people!" Gapa couldn't see the edge of the crowd at a glance, and it was really a huge crowd.

Wu Ke suggested: "Let's find a place to live first. If all the hotels on the island are full, we'll all have to sleep on the streets."

"Don't worry, this island is much bigger than our island, and the hotel supply is sufficient, and there is never a situation where you can't live there." Master Zhen explained, "Let's go around first, there are many players who have arrived, let's get to know each other, and make a mental note. "

"Oh, that's the last runner-up, Myrad!"

Cecia's eyes lit up, almost revealing the devil's tail.

"I don't know if Magma and Painan from last year will show up?" After watching the video of the master's competition, Wu Ke felt a drum in his heart.

They are indeed much stronger after training, but it is impossible to say that they are not flustered when facing the competition.Looking at the crowd coming and going, there are many familiar faces among them, both excited and nervous.

Especially many teams wearing clothes of the same style, full of confidence and vowing to win the championship, walking with wind.

Master Zhen introduced to them: "Every time there are disciples from different schools participating in the Martial Arts Association. Although good and bad are mixed, there are always one or two strong ones among them. Sometimes they are lucky enough to break into the top four. Don't worry too much Pay attention to these genres, your opponent is every individual, don't be intimidated by the momentum."

After listening, Wu Ke and Jiapa nodded, knowing clearly.

Cecia touched the handle of the gun at her waist unconvinced, and muttered in a low voice, or she would snatch them away.

"Haha, it's making trouble again!" Master Zhen patted Cesia's buttocks seemingly casually, and squeezed them.

Immediately afterwards, there were two more chasing figures on the entire island, bringing up billows of dust.

"We don't know that old man." The three of them raised their hands in unison to show their innocence, and hurried away.

Two hours later, after being beaten up by Fatty, the embarrassed town master appeared in front of the three of them with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Cecia angrily held up the frying pan and escorted the poor old man over like a prisoner.

"You... can you still compete like this?"

"Why can't I... Ouch, my waist hurts!" Master Zhen stretched out his hand to rub it, and his face was deformed.

Beria sighed softly: "Anyway, there are still two days to rest. Let's sign up first, and then go to a hotel to stay. Rael should also come over."

When wandering around just now, Beria had already seen two registration points. In order to take care of the contestants from all over the island, the organizer must have set up many registration points. They only need to pick one to register.

Helping Master Zhen to the registration point, they saw that many people were already queuing up.

The process is very simple, to report their name and age, some are proud of the genre, and they will also report which genre they are from. If they get good results, it is equivalent to a wave of publicity invisibly.

"Kagaliu, Ya Fei,."

"Ye Yetu, 32 years old."

"..."

Players who can report their own genre generally have some background, and most of the idle players have no competitiveness, and some are purely here to gain familiarity or challenge themselves.

In addition to those with human heads and brains, there are also many animals and humans like Uke and Japa.

After waiting for a while, it was finally their turn. Beria wrote down his name, recorded it in the register, and then received a randomly assigned number plate.

After a simple operation, the registration is considered successful.

This number symbolizes the selection order of the preliminaries in the future. Each match needs to be played according to a random number pairing. Several major arenas will be held at the same time. After the top 32 are determined, they will enter the main arena for a final.

With such a large number of games, it is estimated that it will be difficult to finish without three days.

After several people signed up, it was Master Zhen's turn to step forward. The staff at the registration point stood up excitedly and saluted Master Zhen.

"You are Master Zhenyuan, right? I had the honor to meet you, but I didn't expect you to compete again! What a surprise!" The staff was overjoyed, "With you on the stage, others may not be able to win the championship."

"Hehe, you can't say that. I still want to give young people a chance." Master Zhen waved his hand humbly.

The staff is also getting old, but they seem to worship Master Zhen from the bottom of their hearts, and they keep talking non-stop, and their eyes are moist.It's like seeing an idol who has been silent for many years come back.

Master Zhen smiled kindly, and wrote down his name on the registration form very calmly.

After writing the last stroke, suddenly, the whole person was frozen there, and his hunched back did not straighten up.

He looked at a name on the front of the list, his pupils trembling, and his beard trembling.

"He's here too?"

"Who?" The staff was stunned, "Do you know anyone? Ah, look at what I said, you are a senior, of course you know a lot of people."

Master Zhen ignored it, and stood there in a daze, his thoughts seemed to return to many years ago, and he muttered in a voice that no one could hear: "Junior Brother..."

(End of this chapter)