Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen

Long Xiaoshan also looked outside the private room. At the entrance, a group dressed in martial arts school uniforms walked in, with Wei Zhentian and another man leading them.

Wei Zhentian seemed to have become hunched over, appearing to have aged ten years.

Gone was the aura of a martial artist.

However, the air of a big shot still clung to him.

But compared to the man next to him, even a big shot like Wei Zhentian seemed more like an attendant. The man was built like a javelin, his upper body was exceptionally muscular, especially his arms, which were so powerfully developed they seemed almost deformed.

It was as if two gorilla arms had been grafted onto a human body.

When he walked, naturally, all focus shifted onto him.

This was the aura of a person.

Such an aura, born of genuine personal strength, even made Long Xiaoshan's eyes show a trace of solemnity.

The martial artists he had encountered so far included only Wei Zhentian; if Wei was a Tibetan mastiff, then this man was a true lion, a fundamental difference existing between the two.

"Interesting!"

A slight smile appeared on Long Xiaoshan's face.

Today, he had come to witness the masters.

This Yu Cheng did not disappoint him.

Wei Zhentian and his entourage arrived at a private room in the north side. Without a doubt, Yu Cheng took the seat of honor, while Wei Zhentian could only sit in a guest seat.

With the arrival of Wei Zhentian and his party, the atmosphere of the entire venue had already started to build up.

On the stage, a lion dance troupe came up and began to perform. The beating of drums and gongs made the atmosphere of the venue seem like New Year was being celebrated. After the performance was over,

a man stood up in a private room on the eastern side. This man, dressed in a Zhongshan suit wearing glasses, looked like a refined and graceful university professor. Yet when he stood up, the entire venue fell silent.

It was as though this man possessed an immense presence because he was Zhou Yushan, the richest man in Hechuan City.

Zhou Yushan's business extended throughout Hechuan City. His industries included real estate, hotels, transport, entertainment, supermarkets, and he had his hands in nearly every sector, earning him the nickname "Half-City Zhou" in Hechuan City.

Even the mayor would have to respectfully address him as Mr. Zhou when they met.

The venue for today's Kowloon Mountain Clubhouse event was also provided by him.

Zhou Yushan stood up and said, "Esteemed guests, for a long time now, our companies and enterprises in Hechuan City have been acting independently, somewhat scattered, unable to unite into a single force. As a result, our power in Xichuan Province has always been the weakest. When we go outside, we often face discrimination and unfair treatment. In view of this, after consultation, we have decided to organise this underground martial arts competition, to make friends through martial arts and jointly select a business leader for Hechuan City, someone who will hold sway over the business community."

Zhou Yushan's words caused a strong reaction among the attendees.

Although everyone was already aware of the extraordinary significance of this competition, hearing Zhou Yushan personally announce it still has a profound impact.

This was about becoming the top leader of the business association.

In ancient times, this was like being the Alliance Hierarch of the martial world.

Although this title was more symbolic, having it would mean a special status in the business community of Hechuan City, even slightly surpassing the position of Zhou Yushan, the richest man.

The push for a leader of the business association this time originated from the threat posed by the new power Weifeng Group, which triggered the initiative.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

However, what allowed everyone to come to an agreement so quickly was not simply because of threats,

but the driving force of everyone's ambitions.

Although Yu Cheng was formidable, among the wealthy elites in Hechuan City present, hardly anyone was a pushover—so what if the opponent was skilled?

In the vast lands of Huaxia, hidden dragons and crouching tigers abound.

Countless hidden experts lie in wait.

No one would concede defeat to another.

The one who clinches victory in this tournament would easily obtain the position of Dragon Head.

Who would let slip such an opportunity? Therefore, every party went all out, expending significant human and financial resources, gathering masters from all over to join this battle for the Dragon Head. Experience tales at empire

"Now, I announce the rules of the underground tournament. A total of eighteen forces are participating in the battle for the Dragon Head, represented here by the eighteen private boxes. The number of your box is your code name. Two numbers will be randomly drawn by computer for the matches, and losing even once signifies failure. The first round will yield nine winners; the second round will continue with one having a bye, leaving five. Then, in the third round, it proceeds as free challenge matches. Failure to win a challenge means elimination, until the final victor is determined. Now, I declare that the tournament... officially begins."

Zhou Yushan succinctly finished announcing the rules.

A burst of drumming sounded.

On the large screen above the arena, two rows of numbers began to alternately flash, both ranging from 1 to 18.

Xiaoshan sat inside, noting his box number, and Wang Sihai's was number 5.

Which meant if number 5 was drawn, he would be in the fight.

With the drumming reaching its climax, it abruptly stopped, and two numbers appeared on the large screen, 7 and 8.

A roar erupted from the seats as everyone turned to look at boxes 7 and 8.

A moment later, the doors to boxes 7 and 8 opened.

Two figures emerged; from box 7 came a short man, standing only around one and a half meters tall, with dark skin and a venomous look in his eyes. From box 8, in stark contrast, a giant of a man stepped out, resembling a sumo wrestler from RB in stature, practically a mountain of flesh and scantily clad in just a pair of shorts. As he moved, the flesh on his body quivered, and when he descended the steps, it seemed as though the ground of the entire venue trembled with him.

The short man from box 7 was light as a swallow, seemingly weightless as he flipped through the air and landed onto the more than one-meter-high arena, his agility sparking a wave of cheering from below.

The flesh mountain from box 8 took his steps up to the arena.

Facing the giant whose stature was nearly five to six times his own size, the short man showed no fear on his face, his eyes gleaming with a hint of cruelty. He pulled two daggers from his waist and sneered, "I've once assassinated a Yokozuna level sumo wrestler from the Island Country, it took me three hundred knife cuts to kill him. I wonder how many it will take for you?"

Chilled gasps came from the audience.

In the sumo wrestling of the Island Country, Yokozuna is the highest rank—such wrestlers possess the strength of a thousand pounds, essentially human tanks, and with their training from a young age, they are agile, not just any ordinary chubby fighters, let alone a Yokozuna.

And this short, dark-skinned man claimed to have killed a Yokozuna wrestler.

At that moment, some sharp-eyed individuals noticed a blood-red tattoo peeking out from the man's neck, shaped like an eyeball.

"He's an assassin from the Dark Eye!"

Someone exclaimed in shock.

The Dark Eye, the most powerful and secretive assassin organization in Southeast Asia. Box 7 really spared no expense, having hired someone from the Dark Eye. Assassins from the Dark Eye are not ordinary beings; they are truly formidable, and their prices are astonishingly high—the lowest reported price starts from a million.

An assassin from the Dark Eye capable of killing a Yokozuna wrestler would definitely be of no low rank.