Slash the Scarlet Eyes: Start with a Starburst Air Stream Slash Chapter 094

“Alright, little ones, go back and play. Captain brother needs to talk to Uncle Xiao Hui about some things.”

Lin Yu waved the children away.

Looking at this scene, Will truly didn’t expect Lin Yu to have this side to him.

After all, Lin Yu’s first impression on him was that he was a bit silly.

“Xiao Hui, help me with something, you don’t mind, do you~”

“What are you talking about, Captain? Once a captain, always a captain. As long as I, Xiao Hui, am still here, you’ll be the captain of the Guard in my heart.”

Xiao Hui straightened his body, his attitude serious.

“Since that’s the case, then you can help me…”

Before long, a large number of members rushed out of the Guard’s station, each holding a thick stack of promotional notices…

Streets and alleys of the Imperial Capital.

“One hundred thousand gold coins?!”

The noodle shop owner’s gasp almost lifted the roof, and half of the noodle soup he was holding spilled.

Hui Zhengtian agilely jumped away and slapped a bright flyer onto the greasy table.

“Absolutely true! General Esdeath personally organized the Citizen Martial Arts Tournament, with a champion prize of one hundred thousand gold coins!”

Hui Zhengtian tapped the shining numbers on the flyer with his knuckle, “Registration starts today and lasts for three days, right at the Guard’s station.”

The noodle shop immediately erupted into a clamor.

Customers eating noodles dropped their chopsticks one after another, some even climbing out of windows directly—rushing home to get their weapons and sign up.

That was one hundred thousand gold coins, a glorious life was within reach today!

“Wait, wait!” Hui Zhengtian quickly added, “You have to pass our Guard’s test first to participate!”

But no one was listening to him anymore. The noodle shop was empty in a blink of an eye, leaving only a few steaming bowls of noodles and a swaying door.

Hui Zhengtian scratched his head, then turned and led his people to the next shop.

Such a scene had already been repeated thirty-nine times today.

Guard station.

Lin Yu, Will, and Lan looked at the sea of people before them, their temples throbbing.

“Isn’t this a bit too much?”

Will was stiff as a stone.

“It… it seems a bit.”

Lan scratched his cheek with his hand, a forced smile on his face.

He hadn’t expected Lin Yu to be able to gather so many people. Was this the charm of money?

“Xi-Xiao Hui, didn’t you tell them there were conditions?”

Lin Yu was very surprised by so many people. To qualify for the competition, they had to take a beating.

“I did, but everyone ran too fast. No one listened at all,” Xiao Hui said helplessly.

Kurome stood silently beside them, just watching the long line in front of her that had already wrapped around the station three times.

From eighty-year-old men to eight-year-old children, and even women holding babies asking if their “child could sign up.”

“Then let’s start registering,” Lan sighed. “Remember to explain first that they need to pass the test to officially participate.”

“Will and I will be a group.”

“Lin Yu, you and Kurome will be a group.”

“Captain Hui and the members will be responsible for the subsequent tests.”

Lin Yu (●—●): Lan, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? So devious to your comrades.

“No problem,” Kurome answered simply, walking straight to the registration desk that had been set up in advance.

Lin Yu could only give an awkward smile, trying to keep as much distance as possible.

The first to sign up was a scrawny old man, who called himself “Invincible Old Man Zhang from the South of the City.”

“When I was young, this old man defeated everyone in the south of the city!” Old Man Zhang patted his chest, revealing his only three remaining teeth. “Just let me go straight to the finals!”

Lin Yu pointed with one finger to the testing area behind:

“After passing three rounds, there’s still a retest.”

First round: Strength test—strike a force-measuring device with a wooden hammer.

Old Man Zhang swung the hammer, letting out a loud shout… and then he sprained his back.

“Ouch, ouch… doesn’t count, doesn’t count, I didn’t eat enough breakfast today…”

Second round: Reaction test—avoid swinging sandbags.

Old Man Zhang was knocked flat on his back by a sandbag as soon as he entered the arena.

“This… this sandbag has a problem! It ambushed me!”

Third round: Balance test—walk across a narrow wooden bridge.

Old Man Zhang fell into the foam mat below as soon as he took a step.

“I protest!” He popped his head out of the foam pile. “This test is unfair! I really was invincible when I was young!”

Lin Yu shook his head helplessly, pointing the old man to the retest question—a group of fully armed Guard strongmen holding clubs.

“In the retest, you have to last three minutes against them, and if you get hit less than six times, you’ll get the qualification to participate.”

“Ah… haha, I just remembered my grandson hasn’t been fed yet, I’m going back to feed him now.”

Old Man Zhang scurried away, taking many curious onlookers with him.

Leaving behind some slightly more skilled contestants.

The second one was a teenager wearing homemade tin armor, clanking as he walked.

“I am Iron Armored Warrior A-Gang!”

The teenager struck an exaggerated pose, “Normal attacks don’t work on me!”

Strength test—passed.

Reaction test—failed.

Because he couldn’t see the sandbags coming from the side.

Balance test—failed.

As soon as he stepped onto the wooden bridge, he fell, armor and all, creating a human-shaped crater in the foam mat.

“Go down and continue to refine yourself,”

Lin Yu waved his hand.

The third was a female chef, her weapons two black frying pans.

“Watch my Twin Pan Style Secret Art!”

The female chef shouted as she rushed towards the reaction test area.

Surprisingly, she precisely blocked all the sandbags with her frying pans, the bottoms of the pans hitting the sandbags with dull thuds.

“Not bad!” Lin Yu’s eyes lit up. “Have you trained?”

The female chef scratched her head, embarrassed:

“Because I have a husband at home who’s always bouncing around…”

Thus, the tests slowly proceeded.

There was a teenager who called himself “Night Ninja” but tripped over his own cloak.

There was an uncle who performed “Invincible Whirlwind Kick” but got dizzy and fell off the stage.

There was also a young man who brought his guard dog to participate in “Human-Dog Fusion Combat” but then his dog ran away…

“Captain, can we really select qualified participants this way?”

Xiao Hui watched another bizarre contestant being caught by the foam mat, asking worriedly.

Lin Yu was about to answer when his gaze suddenly sharpened.

On the test field, a huge minotaur in a black tight leather suit easily passed all the test items.

He rubbed his eyes, what was going on? A minotaur? No, was this for real?

Lin Yu looked down at the personnel information in his hand:

Name: Kabil.

Sect: Imperial Fist Temple Ninth Dan. (Expelled from the sect)

It really was a minotaur! Not some realistic costume.

As the sun set in the west, today’s selection drew to a close.

A total of more than thirty people passed the test and qualified for the retest.

“Smoother than expected,” Will organized the list. “Although the process was a bit… special.”

As night fell, the Guard station gradually quieted down.

But in every corner of the Imperial Capital, discussions about the martial arts tournament had just begun.

In bars, in restaurants, in every household, people were talking about what they had seen today, guessing who would become the final champion.

Perhaps even more people would come to sign up tomorrow and the day after.