Chapter 531 Ranking
Chapter 531 Ranking
Thinking of this, Wei Biaobiao became excited inwardly. "This is truly the complicated human world, and this is the life of fighting to end grudges I have been long for!" He was still in Yan Jing, but his soul had long traveled to the drizzling Jiangnan.
Seeing Wei Biaobiao’s longing expression that his soul had gone out of his shell, Luo Zhicheng could not help laughing.
He would have wanted to make fun of him, but he realized that he was also full of longings and expectations like him when he went to attend the Warriors’ Assembly the first time at his young age.
But after he, who served as a participant or an arbiter maintaining the order, had attended the Warriors’ Assembly numerous times, he had long lost the initial excitement and passion and become numb and bored with the Warriors’ Assembly on this level.
The one that could inspire his ambition was only the Fighting List ranking competition, which was held every five years by the old guy of the Tianji Pavilion who called himself Tiandao. That was the grandest event in the world of martial arts, which all strong fighters, both the national martial arts practitioners and the Ancient Warriors, could participate in for the sake of becoming known to the whole world.
After calculating the dates and finding that the second half of next year would be the time for the re-ranking of the Fighting List, Luo Zhicheng took out his mobile phone and clicked on an encrypted website. Immediately, a ranking list of the Fighting List appeared.
The first place holder on the Fighting List was still Demon, whose name was bolded and who had been maintaining this position for more than 20 years without experiencing any changes.
Expectedly, Xiahou Weiyang was not on the list. After all, the secrets Luo Zhicheng could know with his current identity suggested that the strong practitioners above the Martial-arts Gods’ level had another list. The Fighting List was only used to rank those who were below the Martial-arts Gods’ level, and the most advanced level in it was the Great Masters’ level.
But how many of the strong practitioners on the Great Masters’ level would go out to attend the ranking competitions? So, the situation that Demon could still be ranked top on the list even without attending the competition for a few times in a row was reasonable.
Although during the five-year-long interval before the re-ranking, Tiandao would do slight adjustments occasionally because of the struggles between the warriors, no great changes, generally speaking, would happen.
He swiped the list skillfully and came down to the 329th place, which was his ranking. It had been four years since the last ranking competition. During this period, he had reached the last stage of the Masters’ level, and he believed that his ranking would be a few more places higher in next year’s ranking competition.
But he was stunned soon because the one in the 329th place was not him, but the freestyle fighting master Gao Ming, who was originally in the 328th place, and he had dropped to the 330th place.
"Did a newcomer hit the list during this time? Did a warrior on the original list die? Otherwise, he should have dropped two places, right? But why didn’t the Seventeenth Department receive any information? Who on earth died?"
Luo Zhicheng frowned and began to swipe upward. He could basically remember those who were near his place on the list, but he might not necessarily know who had passed away if the person was ranked high.
But the design of the Fighting List was friendly. Wu Tianxie, the name in the 317th place, was framed, meaning that he had passed away.
Behind his name was the name Black Masked Man. It was this man who replaced him as the 317th place on the Fighting List.
"Did Wu Tianxie was killed by the Black Masked Man?" Luo Zhicheng was dumbfounded. "Who is the Black Masked Man? How could he kill Wu Tianxie? He was a warlock with strange and unpredictable means of doing things!"
People are full of fears about unknown things, and there is no exception for Luo Zhicheng. When he fought Wu Tianxie in the past, he took the initiative to admit defeat because a warrior who once dueled with the latter died strangely on the fighting state, so he just went to the stage, fought a few times perfunctorily, and then admitted defeat.
But this was even the result of Wu Tianxie’s mercy because Wu Tianxie feared his identity of being the director of the Yan Jing branch of the Seventeenth Department. If he did not have the Seventeenth Department as his talisman, his bones might have been fed to the insects.
"What’s the matter, master, master? What are you looking at?"
Wei Biaobiao called Luo Zhicheng twice, but the latter seemed not to hear him, so he couldn’t help craning his neck to take a look and mumbled with confusion, "Wu Tianxie? Black Masked Man?"
Awoken by the words "Black Masked Man" Wei Biaobiao said, Luo Zhicheng asked excitedly, "Ah, Black Masked Man! Do you know the Black Masked Man?"
"Black Masked Man? Why do I feel this name is so familiar? It seems I heard it somewhere."
Wei Biaobiao frowned and racked his brains
"Think hard now! The Black Masked Man is not ordinary because he even killed Wu Tianxie! He is so powerful!" Luo Zhicheng urged.
"I… I can’t remember who said it for now… but I must have heard it… Who said it?"
Wei Biaobiao scratched his head in distress, but happened to see that Huzi was afraid that Mosquito would get tired and took her to the side to sit for a rest. Suddenly, an inspiration flashed across his mind, and he clapped his hands and said, "I got it. It’s Mosquito who said it to me."
Immediately, Luo Zhicheng’s eyes brightened, and he caught hold of his arm excitedly and asked, "Mosquito? Did you say Mosquito knows him?"
Wei Biaobiao finally remembered it. Mosquito and Xiaoyao went to Ninghai together, but as a result, only Mosquito came back with Huzi, and Xiaoyao stayed there. Half like making a joke, Mosquito mentioned it to him, saying that Xiaoyao took a fancy to the Black Masked Man and said that she would stay there to date him. At that time, he thought that Mosquito was joking and did not care about it. After all, his sister Xiaoyao always acted unpredictably and was not reliable at all, so he thought that she wanted to find an excuse to stay in Ninghai for a few more days. If the name Black Masked Man were not so special, he might not have remembered it at all.
Instantly, he became a little gloomy and said, "I don’t know whether Mosquito knows him or not, but I know that my unreliable sister stayed in Ninghai because of that bastard. Maybe that guy will be my brother-in-law."
With his eyes becoming as bright as shining light bulbs, Luo Zhicheng stared at him and asked in disbelief, "Do you mean that the Black Masked Man is in Ninghai? He is your sister’s boyfriend?"
"I still don’t know. This is what Mosquito told me, saying that my sister liked that bastard."
Seeing his stare, Wei Biaobiao became nervous and stuttered, "Who is that guy, master? He is not a wanted criminal, is he? If he is a wanted criminal, I will have to hurriedly ask Xiaoyao to stay away from him."
"You! You are a man who doesn’t know how much luck you have! Your eyes are not even as sharp as your sister’s. The Black Masked Man is ranked the 317th on the Fighting List. Damn, he is even more than ten places higher than me. Do you know what this means? It means that he is a strong practitioner on the Masters’ level. Even I, your master, am not his match. If he becomes your brother-in-law, few people in Yan Jing will dare to provoke you," Luo Zhicheng said, feeling disappointed and helpless.
"Is it so exaggerated? I am still very far away from being a Master, but strong practitioners on the Masters’ level can be found in every renowned family in Yan Jing!" Wei Biaobiao was unconvinced and said.
"You are an idiot! Is that the same as what I said? Don’t you know that one Master is largely different from another? Masters can’t be insulted and have their dignity and pride, so how could they be willing to be the protectors of other families? Apart from a few Masters who have become the Great Gods for repaying the debt of gratitude or other reasons, most who are willing to be the Great Gods of the families are either those who have consumed all their potential and have no room to get further achievements so that they have to drift along aimlessly, or those who have just reached the very early stage of the Masters’ level and haven’t formed their own momentums of martial arts. If such fake Masters appear, I can fight ten of them at a time," Luo Zhicheng said quite disdainfully.
The warriors conducted cultivations against the law of nature, and every one of them had the martial arts will of making rapid progress, especially when they became the Masters in the process of evolving from the postnatal phase to the congenital phase. That was more of a great leap forward for human life, and it was worlds apart from the life of an ordinary person.
So, he looked down upon those Masters who were willing to degenerate to be the guard dogs of the rich or aristocratic families for the sake of coveting an easy and comfortable cultivating environment. Such Masters lacked the life and death test in martial arts and had no fighting spirit, and their bones were filled with slavery. Therefore, they could only be called Fake Masters.
Although they did not need to worry about their food and clothing and those who had better conditions could also use the power of their masters’ families to get some treasured medical materials to help them conduct cultivations. Perhaps, these treasures could help raise their realms, but they had lost the dauntless spirit of martial arts. They simply had realms, but their power was low. Compared with the fighting power of the real Masters, theirs was quite low.
The essence of the national martial arts cultivation was the state of mind and spirit, so the real strong practitioners on the Masters’ level had extremely proud hearts. They, who only focused on martial arts cultivation, would never be the guard dogs of a family and were even less likely to easily get involved in the power struggle of the secular world.
Although Luo Zhicheng held a position in Zhongnanhai to protect the Chief, that was the great national justice and also the spiritual inheritance of the National Warrior’s Mansion, quite different from the protection of the rich or aristocratic families.
After all, the revolutionary martyrs just sacrificed for the great national justice; the Country-defending Martial-arts God left his "small family" to battle for the benefit of the "big family" in different areas and deterred the world of martial arts in the country and the foreign powers outside it for the good of the nation and its people.
Wei Biaobiao frowned. Although he could understand what his master said, he was still a little confused. "What’s the point of having a brother-in-law on the Masters’ level?"
Seeing that he still hadn’t thought it through, Luo Zhicheng said in a disappointed tone, "Since your sister likes the Black Masked Man, it means that he is not too old, and he is probably only 30 years old or so. Think about it. Since he could kill Wu Tianxie in the middle stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm, his realm had to be the same as Wu Tianxie’s at least, right? Of course, he was in the last stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm, and probably, he was in the peak stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm. Anyway, Wu Tianxie was not a man without real power, and some strong practitioners in the last stage of the Sky Martial Arts Realm could not attack him without being hurt, so you can imagine that what a promising future such a person will have, and it is not impossible for him to be the second Martial-arts God in our Shenzhou. Since you have a brother-in-law with such limitless potential, your Wei Family will have to burn incense to gods to celebrate it!"
"What you said is right, but who knows what kind of person he is, and maybe he is quite old," Wei Biaobiao was still a little unconvinced and said.
Wei Biaobiao was still a little unconvinced and said. Not like Luo Zhicheng, he did not know the value of the Fighting List and even had fewer ideas about how powerful and fearsome Wu Tianxie was. Naturally, he did not have the feeling Luo Zhicheng had.
Luo Zhicheng rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Is your sister blind? Can the person she likes be an old man?"
"This is hard to say. My sister’s way of thinking is somewhat different from an ordinary person’s. She is very rebellious. Who knows if she fell in love with an old man because she was stricken by a sudden impulse."
Wei Biaobiao knew his sister very well. The sister who gave him worries was definitely an unpredictable girl, and he admitted that he was not her match in this aspect.
"Mosquito met him, didn’t she? Let her come and ask her, and we will know."
Luo Zhicheng felt helpless. He had heard a few rumors about Wei Yaoyao. Truly, she was a little unreliable, so he had a little doubt about his inference.
"Mosquito, come and I want to ask you something."
Wei Biaobiao became energetic. "Right, Mosquito met the Black Masked Man, and it is easy for her to tell his age."
Solicitously supported by Huzi, Mosquito hobbled over. They did not know the identity of Luo Zhicheng, so they only nodded to him and then asked Wei Biaobiao, "What’s up, Brother Biao?"
"Uh, Mosquito, let me ask you. You met the Black Masked Man, right? How old is he? What does he look like?" Wei Biaobiao asked directly.
As Xiaoyao’s brother, he did not look rude by asking this question, and Mosquito even thought that he was hoping to know what his future brother-in-law was like.