Being an otaku in the world of American comics

#519 - Number one in sumo?

After all the spectators had arrived, Yuan Datou and the others on the stage didn't immediately start the exchange meeting.

However, as participants from both sides, Liang Yue and the others had already begun their pre-match warm-ups.

Especially those independent cultivators who had emerged from the selection rounds were now even more active, all eager to get started, stretching their limbs and joints.

Of course, this didn't include Liang Yue.

At this moment, he, along with many people from famous sects all over China, were basically in the same state.

That was, closing their eyes to rest and sitting upright in the seats reserved for the contestants, meditating and adjusting their breathing.

In fact, despite Yuan Datou making such a big show before the competition,

accepting registrations from Jianghu (martial arts world) people from all over the place, and having a thousand-person melee, seemingly valuing those independent cultivators who stood out,

the truth was, according to the arrangements made last night and at the previous banquet, the real異能 (ability) exchange competition today would still be dominated by the elite members of various inherited factions.

The independent cultivators were only responsible for assisting and filling in as substitutes.

In other words, they were just sitting on the sidelines…

Of course, this also didn't include Liang Yue.

After all, he was the one who had obtained the "Dao Yi" token…

How could someone so valued by Yuan Datou not make a strong impression and perform on stage first?

Sure enough, after about another half an hour, the ambassadors and officials in the arena finally began to show some impatience, appearing to be whispering to each other.

As for the participants from both China and Japan, as time went on, they also became increasingly confrontational.

In fact, not only them, the participants who were about to engage in life-and-death duels, but even the spectators on both sides were already glaring at each other, their gazes colliding in the air, creating fierce sparks.

Seeing this, Liang Yue couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

It wasn't that he opposed the competitive atmosphere in the arena, but he simply felt that there was no need to make the exchange with a small island nation so confrontational.

It was too degrading…

Just then, sensing a change in the atmosphere and seeing that his own players had finished adjusting their breathing and resting, Yuan Datou finally stood up.

With a smiling face, he walked to the microphone and made a few polite remarks to the audience, then shouted a few slogans about "friendship first, competition second," and announced the official start of the competition.

Immediately afterward, China and Japan each sent a representative to the stage to draw the numbers of the contestants from boxes filled with slips of paper.

It's worth mentioning that the person from the Chinese side drawing lots was a representative from the Nanjing Provisional Government, seemingly a young man surnamed Wang with a good spirit.

As for the participants on the Chinese side, they were truly full of talent.

At least, in Liang Yue's eyes, his teammates seemed to be a group of elite figures not to be underestimated.

They were, respectively: Two direct disciples of the Zhang family from Longhu Mountain~

Senior brother and sister Lin Jiufeng from Maoshan~

Two Taoist priests, Zhou and Lu, from Wudang Mountain~

A closed-door disciple of the abbot of the Wu generation from Shaolin Temple~

The leading figures of the younger generation from the Hu and Liu families of the Northeast Exorcist Sect~

A personal disciple of the Xuan Ce Fu Sect Leader~

The new successor to the Beggar Clan leader~

Tang Xiaosan and Tang Xiaosi, the personal disciples of the Tangjiabao Fortress Lord~

…

Leaving aside their abilities, just their backgrounds and names were enough to shock the audience.

Looking at Yuan Datou on the stage at this moment, sitting firmly like a fisherman, with a majestic and condescending look~

It was estimated that he himself might not have expected that his previous order would attract so much support from famous sects.

Recently, almost every day closer to the date of the exchange competition, Yuan Datou's confidence would increase by a few points.

There was no other way; in the days leading up to the competition, the elite disciples of those famous sects began to arrive from all over China, as if rushing to a fair.

Originally a little lacking in confidence, Datou finally experienced the joy of being the man of the hour.

With so many talented people under his command, he began to speak and make decisions with more confidence.

"In the first match, representing China is Dao Yi! Representing Japan is Xiang Yi!"

Under the public gaze, with a loud announcement from an old gentleman with graying hair, wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, the originally noisy atmosphere in the arena suddenly quieted down.

In an instant, hundreds of eyes turned to him.

Feeling the burning gazes from all directions, Liang Yue couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly.

Sure enough, this title wasn't so easy to take…

Silently standing up from his seat, he looked up and saw a figure also looking at him from the Japanese side's participant seats.

It was a burly man~

At least two meters tall, with a topknot on his head and a face painted with a garish, red and black ghost mask.

As he slowly stood up, the gray-white fur cloak that had been draped over his shoulders was thrown off, revealing his impressive physique.

He was wearing heavy wooden clogs, a loincloth around his waist, and a belt made of wooden strips with tassels hanging down…

His upper body was bare, with a round belly and naturally drooping breasts.

His whole body was white and rough, and every step he took created five or six layers of ripples on his body~

Just his figure standing in the arena caused a crowd of spectators to look at him in surprise.

They began to unconsciously utter various exclamations.

Especially the female comrades; in the Republic of China, the overall atmosphere was generally conservative and traditional, and for a time, many of the women present unconsciously covered their eyes.

In comparison, Liang Yue's height of about 1.9 meters, although also considered strong, seemed much slender in comparison.

"So, this Xiang refers to ~ a sumo wrestler? As for that Yi… did he win first place in a sumo competition?"

Taking a few light steps, Liang Yue, looking at the figure opposite him, couldn't help but have many thoughts flash through his mind.

He began to use his knowledge and deductions to constantly rehearse the person's attack patterns.

But until the end, he couldn't really figure it out.

"Dong~!" "Dong~!" "Dong~!" …

Just then, the sumo wrestler from Japan seemed to have been unable to wait after entering the arena.

"Huo~!"

With a loud shout full of energy~

He clenched his thick palms, and a layer of vigorous energy suddenly emanated from his body.

Like sweat but not sweat, like water but not water, instantly distorting the surrounding air into a semi-transparent color!

Then, he opened his thick radish legs and charged towards Liang Yue in a rather awkward posture.

But the speed was surprisingly fast!

Each step he took left a small pit in the thick ground under his feet.

Everywhere he passed, earth and rocks flew!

In the blink of an eye, he was already within thirty meters of Liang Yue!

Then, he spread his fingers wide, his arms waving wildly, creating blurred afterimages in front of him!