Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 203 - 196: Hearing Only a Voice

The Hero Assembly was scheduled to officially begin at ten in the morning, but guests started trickling into the venue as early as seven or eight o'clock to wait.

The main venue for the Hero Assembly was Longyun Square in Wulong Manor. It was a massive square capable of holding ten thousand people. Rumor had it that it was usually a training ground for the disciples of the Songyang Sect, but now it had been cleared out to serve as the assembly's venue.

In the center of Longyun Square stood a stone platform, fifty meters in diameter and about 1.6 meters high. This was Wulong Manor's Martial Arts Arena. It was said that every six months, the many disciples of the Outer Manor would hold martial arts competitions here, vying for rank to obtain more resources.

And today, this massive Martial Arts Arena would be the focal point of the entire Hero Assembly.

By nine o'clock sharp, the seats surrounding the base of the Martial Arts Arena were already packed.

"I never expected the inside of Wulong Manor to be so magnificent. Putting everything else aside, the fact that the Songyang Sect could acquire such a large piece of land and turn it into a private manor speaks volumes about their power and influence."

At this point, Zhong Ming arrived at the scene with four of his classmates: Wang Ziru, Weng Long, Jiang Yun, and another petite, fair-skinned girl named Wang Rongrong.

These four were the ones who had secured the spots after the final "competition." Entering Wulong Manor, even with their worldly experience, felt like stepping into a whole new world, full of wonders at every turn.

When they reached the venue, they were even more stunned by the lively scene. Although they didn't know any of the people seated around them, their physiques, gazes, and temperaments all radiated an aura of immense power and ferocity.

'A whole crowd of beasts... As expected of a gathering for trained fighters.'

Jiang Yun and the others exchanged glances and paused, slightly hesitant.

It was a feeling they had never experienced before, like a few small rabbits stumbling into a wolf pack, liable to be torn to shreds by the vicious beasts at any moment.

They didn't know that most of the people present were Martial Artists. These individuals were physically powerful, and their Life Magnetic Fields were stronger than an ordinary person's. While one person might not seem like much, the collective influence of a large group was terrifying—far more than an ordinary person could withstand.

"Don't worry, I'm here. For now, just watch and listen. Try not to talk much. This is the Songyang Sect's territory, after all. I'm a member of the Zhong Family, for what it's worth. You think I can't protect you?"

Among the group, Zhong Ming appeared very calm, seemingly understanding the abilities these people possessed. The other was Wang Ziru, whose expression was also composed.

Hearing this, Jiang Yun and the others nodded, took a deep breath, and squared their shoulders, following Zhong Ming deeper into the venue.

Despite their constant self-reassurance, as they walked, their appearances, auras, and general demeanor made it easy for the experts to identify them at a glance. They drew many stares, and the pressure on them mounted.

Because Zhong Ming was not from the main line of the Zhong Family, they could only sit in the outer guest seats. These seats were occupied by unaffiliated but reputable Martial Artists from various regions.

"Brother Ming, I'm starting to believe what you said. The Martial Arts Realm... These people really aren't just for show."

Weng Long took his seat and realized a layer of cold sweat had broken out on his back. 'No way people who are "just for show" could have this kind of oppressive presence. Everyone here is like a wild beast. How did I never know a group of people like this existed in the world?'

"See? You believe me now, don't you? What were you saying the day before yesterday?"

Jiang Yun whispered smugly in Weng Long's ear.

"They have real skills, sure, but taming a tiger... I still won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes."

Wang Ziru said with a calm expression, as if it were the only one she had.

"You guys, stop talking! People are looking at you! Their stares are so scary."

Wang Rongrong was curious but also timid, the type of person who covers her face while watching a horror movie but still peeks through her fingers. Her small face was tense, and she looked very nervous.

Weng Long and the others immediately looked at the other people at their table. It was a large, ten-person table. Besides their group, the other seats were already filled. One man was burly, over two meters tall, with a thick beard and eyes as large as bronze bells. He was sizing them up.

Of the other four, one wore a Martial Arts Uniform and looked to be in his thirties. He had handsome features, but his eyes were terrifyingly sharp; being stared at by him made you feel like your heart was about to leap out of your chest.

Beside this man sat a young man with a crew cut and a young woman with a high ponytail and tan skin. They both seemed to be very respectful toward the thirty-something-year-old man.

As for the last person, he was about their age and wore simple casual clothes. He had a plain face, wasn't tall, and didn't have a strong build. His only distinguishing feature was his relatively fair skin. He looked even more frail than they did, completely out of place among the other Martial Artists. In that way, he was rather similar to them.

"Looks like everyone at this table has arrived. Let's introduce ourselves. My name is Sun Ming, from the Yunci Sect in Kundong City, Dayun Prefecture. These two are my disciples, Yan Juan and Pang He," the young man in the Martial Arts Uniform said with a smile.

"So you're from the Yunci Sect. A pleasure to meet you. The name's Fan Wugang, from the Giant Ape Vajra Style in Hegu Prefecture," the burly giant said in a booming voice.

"So it's Brother Fan. I've heard much about you."

Sun Ming and Fan Wugang exchanged pleasantries, giving Jiang Yun and the others a strong sense of déjà vu, as if they were at a real Martial World assembly. A flicker of amusement rose in their hearts.

"You all aren't from the Martial Arts Realm, are you?" Sun Ming said, looking at Zhong Ming and his friends.

"That's right. My name is Zhong Ming, from a branch of the Zhong Family. These are my classmates, here to broaden their horizons," Zhong Ming quickly replied.

"I see. And you?" Sun Ming smiled and nodded, then turned his gaze to the plain-looking young man.

"Yes, my name is Zhou Hong... I got a ticket by chance, so I came to have a look," the young man said with a calm expression.

Sun Ming gave a polite nod and then paid them no more attention, instead striking up a lively conversation with the burly giant from the Giant Ape Vajra Style.

"Judging by your age, you must be a student too, right? Which school are you from?"

Jiang Yun was sitting next to this "Zhou Hong." Perhaps bored from the wait, he started trying to talk to the person beside him in a low voice.

To his surprise, the person just glanced at him once without replying.

'So he's the quiet type, huh? Maybe he's nervous coming to a place like this by himself.'

Jiang Yun thought for a moment and gave up the idea of trying to talk to him further. After all, the young man was just too unremarkable.

As they waited, time slowly passed. Ten o'clock arrived. The leaders of the Northern Martial Alliance had already taken their places on the Martial Arts Arena, but there was still no announcement that the Hero Assembly was starting.

Ten minutes passed, and still there was no movement. Fifteen minutes passed, and it was still the same.

Murmurs gradually began to spread through the crowd.

The star of this Hero Assembly was undoubtedly the young, newly-ascended Saint Awakening. So why were only the figures of the Northern Martial Alliance on the stage? Where was the Saint Awakening?

The commotion in the crowd grew more and more obvious. Some people even began to suspect that this was all a scam set up by the Northern Martial Alliance.

On the stage, Zhong Wu Heng and the other Patriarchs exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing slightly.

'What on earth is this new Saint Awakening playing at?' They could clearly feel a powerful aura at the scene, one that exerted a strange mental pressure on them.

"Everyone, silence!"

Zhong Wu Heng took a step forward and spoke, his voice booming like a great bell, easily carrying across the entire square.

The venue instantly fell silent.

"Martial Arts Myth, since you have already arrived, why not show yourself?"

Zhong Wu Heng shouted, his voice like a clap of thunder, once again stirring up discussions among the crowd below.

"I have already arrived, yet you don't even know where I am?"

A voice suddenly echoed from high above, like a sound from the heavens, yet it was impossible to discern its origin.

The voice was heard, but its owner remained unseen!