Chapter 455: 230 Shaking the whole field (One more update)_2
A clamor hit him in the face as he entered.
Gu Jiao walked expressionlessly into the funnel, the wall behind her slamming shut with a thud.
After it closed, the clamor at the front seemed to have been amplified.
At the end of the corridor was a large martial arts arena, a three-story wooden building, with two floors for viewing booths. In the middle of the first floor, there stood four cold and solemn arenas, with three of them currently in the midst of combat.
Gu Jiao arrived in front of the counter, gently rapping her knuckles against the surface of the desk.
The somewhat drowsy shopkeeper yawned: “Participating in a match or placing a bet? It’s ten wen for a match, a hundred wen to bet. If you need a room, that’s an additional two hundred…”
Before he finished speaking, a small fishbone card fell in front of him.
The shopkeeper took a look at the small fishbone card, visibly taken aback, most of his drowsiness instantly dissipated.
He promptly stood up, his face transformed into a smile, and cheerfully asked, “Young Master Li, how come you’re here? Weren’t you here a few days ago?”
Gu Jiao didn’t say a word, just glanced at the roster by his hand.
Understanding her meaning, the shopkeeper reminded her in a low voice: “East Arena.”
Gu Jiao stepped towards the East Arena.
The people lining up behind Gu Jiao to receive their combat tiles were dissatisfied. One of them protested to the shopkeeper: “What’s going on? We’ve been lining up for a long time and still haven’t gotten in. How did he get in? Didn’t you say you need a tile to enter?”
The shopkeeper sneered at these novices, displaying the fishbone card in his hand: “Do you know what this is?”
The crowd shook their heads.
The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow and arrogantly stated: “This is a Master’s Token.”
“Ma-Master?”
Those who were just now voicing their dissatisfaction towards Gu Jiao fell silent.
Could this weak-looking young man actually be a martial master?
In the martial arts academy, the seniors who taught Kung Fu were called masters. However, in the martial arts arena, only those who have won a hundred battles are entitled to be called a master.
“He, he’s won fifty battles?” somebody said in shock.
Commonly, only individuals who have won fifty battles can be called a master.
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