High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 238 - 206: Selection Tournament, I’ll Give You 1 Chance to Challenge Me!
Inside the Huaxia Television and Radio Station, all the staff members were as busy as ants on a hot pan.
Because today was the opening day of the selection match, and it happened to be a weekend, a day off for the public, the viewership ratings of today’s selection match were bound to be astonishing.
"The Imperial Capital is all set."
"The Modu branch is all set."
"The Kowloon Special Zone branch is all set."
"The Guangshen Province branch is all set."
"The Zhejiang Province branch is all set."
...
"The Xiang Province branch is all set."
On the top floor of the building, in a main control room full of screens, people kept reporting the status, and one by one, the large screens lit up. Soon, all fifty-six provincial branches of Huaxia were ready.
"It is now 9:45 Imperial Capital Time, and there are fifteen minutes left until the start of the selection match. Everyone, stay fully focused."
"Today, we must not have any mistakes."
"Understood!"
Outside the main control room, there were another five separate control rooms, representing East China, South China, Western China, North China, and Central China.
Bai Ji rubbed her temples and walked out of the South China Control Room. She went to the tea section and tore open a packet of instant coffee.
"It’s expected that Imperial Capital and Modu will vie for the top spot in viewership ratings. I really envy them; the station’s bonus isn’t small this time."
"There’s no point in envying them. The Central Plains United Province shouldn’t be underestimated either, with two people in the top ten of the Celestial Pride List."
"The Northwest Desert also has one person in the top ten this time. Although the Zhejiang Province doesn’t have anyone in the top ten, the presence of the Huangfu Family and the Sikong Family means the ratings won’t be bad."
"Guangshen Province has declined a bit. When Huangfu Tian was there, it could still compete with the Imperial Capital and Modu. Although Guangshen Province has three people in the Celestial Pride List this time, their ranks aren’t high."
"Yes, the highest-ranked one hasn’t even reached the top thirty. What’s the name again, ..."
Listening to the discussions in the tea section, Bai Ji’s expression became somewhat complicated. She was responsible for the batch from Guangshen Province, and she initially thought it would be a good team.
"Sigh, the thirty-third ranked One-Slash Asura Su Mu, huh? Looks like the bonus is likely out of reach this time."
Bai Ji had, of course, looked into the three Celestial Prides from Guangshen, but they had only recently entered the Celestial Pride List. Compared to the Celestial Prides from other provinces, they hadn’t garnered much attention, and their rankings weren’t very high.
Bai Ji didn’t have high hopes for this time and just hoped to maintain the top ten.
...
Yangcheng City Central Stadium opened two hours early.
There were already people lining up in long queues.
"Why don’t they have to queue? How come they can bring pets inside? Is that an ostrich?"
"Can you compare to them? They’re escorted by soldiers from the Southern War Zone, probably family members of some high-ranking officer."
Miaomiao and her group smoothly entered the stadium under envious gazes, with their seats arranged in the Southern War Zone section, in the third row. The location wasn’t the most central, but it wasn’t off to the side either.
Moreover, there were eight giant screens suspended above the stadium, so no matter where you sat, you could watch the upcoming selection match.
"Haha, we’re really lucky to have Su Mu this time," Wang Shuheng said cheerfully.
"Sister Mengmeng, Little One, you sit here. Foodie, sit by me. Dad’s match will start soon, and we’ll cheer for him together," Xiaoyue said, patting Foodie on the head.
"Okay!" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Squeak squeak.
Foodie seemed to understand, nodding its head and flapping its wings.
"Here, I’ll give you some jerky."
Xiaoyue took out a piece of dark-looking jerky. It was given by Dad, Su Mu, and stored specially in a space ring. Surprisingly, Foodie loved this jerky.
...
"Cui Jian, Xing Fang, long time no see."
Su Mu greeted them. The two were flattered and evidently didn’t expect Su Mu to greet them.
"Su, Su Mu!"
"Yeah, um, long, long time no see."
In them, Su Mu saw restraint and panic, along with a hint of reverence. He was thoughtful.
In this High Martial World, strength is everything.
As one’s strength increases, even those relatively close to you would naturally become distant, not to mention Su Mu and these two were merely acquaintances from the same training camp.
This was something that couldn’t be avoided in the future. Even though Su Mu hadn’t changed and remained approachable, the invisible gulf caused by the strength disparity was like a high wall that wouldn’t disappear; it would only grow larger over time.
Su Mu’s strength wouldn’t stop advancing. As harsh as it may be, the reality was that they were no longer people from the same world.
Understanding this, Su Mu knew that continuing the conversation would only increase the pressure on the two.
He waved and walked toward a bench to sit down, closing his eyes to rest.
Indeed, after Su Mu left, while the two exhibited a hint of complexity on their expressions, they couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Standing next to Su Mu made them feel breathless, with a sense of suffocation.
Cui Jian and Xing Fang were both shocked and aware that it wasn’t Su Mu’s intention; it was purely due to the vast strength gap between them.
"Su Mu seems even more unfathomable than during the Martial Arts Exchange Conference. Just the invisible pressure from him is suffocating," Cui Jian couldn’t help but remark.
"Yeah, I feel like we could congratulate Su Mu in advance."
Just then, a cold snort came from not far away as a man in a red martial outfit, holding a long sword, approached.
"We haven’t crossed paths yet, so the outcome is still unknown."
