I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

I saw it in Chapter 44, it was white.

After lunch and a short rest, the competition continued in the afternoon.

Ye Qingzhou, who had only fought one match in the morning, was now finally starting his second battle.

"Number 049, Lü Ying from Nanya Middle School, will face off against number 404, Ye Qingzhou from Linjiang No.1 Middle School."

Ye Qingzhou walked onto the stage with a girl with long hair. The girl was slender and had a beautiful face. She was wearing a light blue knee-length skirt, which revealed her long, fair legs.

"Wow, this girl is pretty!"

"Oh no, it's love at first sight!"

"Nice face, but unfortunately small breasts. Liang Jia is my true love."

"Tch, as if she'd even be interested in you."

In the stands, many male spectators were focused on the girl in front of them, but they were looking at either her face or her legs.

However, some people did not pay attention to Lü Ying's appearance, but instead focused on her natural talent.

"The newcomer to the swordsmanship club at Nanya Middle School is only 16 years old this year, but he has already mastered both wind and yin techniques to a high level. He is very talented."

"What, is Baihelou also paying attention to this newcomer?"

"It's as if your Spirit Serpent Sect doesn't care. The country is now strongly supporting the growth of ordinary martial arts practitioners. How can we, as small martial arts schools, not follow the trend if we want to develop?"

There are only so many resources for cultivation, but the number of martial artists is increasing every year. The competition will only become more intense in the future. Now, those who are fast in one step will be fast in every step. Those who are slow to react will be ruthlessly eliminated in a few years.

Not every martial arts school has a lineage of internal cultivation techniques. Most martial arts schools don't even have a master-level martial artist yet, and without official subsidies, they would struggle to survive.

Small and medium-sized martial arts sects such as Iron Fist Sect, White Crane Tower, and Spirit Serpent Sect are definitely no match for the major powers in competing for top martial arts geniuses, so they can generally only focus on martial arts geniuses at the level of the top eight new talents.

"Lü Ying has good talent and is worth nurturing."

"Yes, I heard that she has already mastered the intermediate-level martial art Snow Walk, and can freeze an opponent's blood and qi with a single sword strike, rendering them unable to move."

"With proper training for a year, she will definitely have the strength to compete for a top-eight spot in the next fencing tournament."

The talent scouts from Baihelou and Lingshe Sect were clearly very interested in Lü Ying, a martial arts newcomer from a commoner background. As for Ye Qingzhou, they only glanced at him and didn't pay much attention to him.

Lu Ying stood holding her sword, her expression cold and slightly arrogant.

At only 16 years old, she is already the top student in the swordsmanship club at Nanya Middle School. Her skills surpass those of many older students, so it's normal for her to be a little arrogant.

"My name is Lü Ying. Please give me your guidance."

"OK."

Ye Qingzhou smiled and nodded, adopting an attitude of "Since you are sincerely asking, then I will give you some pointers."

"Hmph, just trying to attract attention!"

Lu Ying drew her longsword and slid towards Ye Qingzhou at an extremely fast speed. As her wind-like momentum and Yin-style internal energy erupted, the temperature on the arena suddenly dropped.

The stone slabs beneath her feet had frozen solid and become incredibly smooth.

In the audience, two talent scouts smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. The combination of wind and yin energy is very clever. With a breath of inner energy, the ground is frozen and the environment of the venue is changed."

The arena had become extremely slippery, making it difficult for ordinary competitors to even maintain their balance, let alone fight.

How can someone fight if they can't even stand up?

"Holy crap, it's the mid-level martial skill Snow Walk!"

"The opponent was completely too scared to move; any movement would send him crashing down."

At this moment, all the spectators thought that Ye Qingzhou, who was standing still, was bound to lose. In the contestants' waiting area, some contestants who were not strong enough were secretly sweating for themselves, and were glad that they hadn't encountered this move.

Only Huang Jinlong and Liang Jianeng remained calm and unmoved.

Ye Qingzhou was also unmoved.

"Snow Walk? Not bad martial arts, but it's a pity the person using it is too weak."

Ye Qingzhou held his sword in his arms, his eyes slightly closed. At this moment, he stood still, without even drawing his sword.

He only moved his thumb slightly when Lü Ying got close enough to him.

In a split second, the Flying Frost Sword flashed from its sheath, but not fully extended, only an inch.

But this tiny blade caused Lü Ying to lose her sight instantly. Her eyes were blinded by the strong light reflected from the sword, and she instinctively closed them, losing all her vision.

In a battle between masters, such a mistake is fatal!

Fortunately, Ye Qingzhou didn't intend to kill her, after all, they had agreed that he would only give her some pointers.

With a slight twist of his body, Ye Qingzhou caused Lü Ying's attack to miss, the sword tip almost grazing his chest.

In the instant they passed each other, Ye Qingzhou stretched out his foot, like a mischievous child deliberately tripping a passerby.

"Ah~"

When she opened her eyes again, Lü Ying's body had completely lost its balance.

Keep in mind, she was gliding at high speed at that moment!

The fall sent her tumbling to the ground, rolling right off the stage, covered in abrasions and looking utterly disheveled.

"you!"

Lü Ying stood up, her face filled with shame and indignation.

That attack wasn't very powerful, but it was extremely insulting.

Ye Qingzhou kindly offered Lü Ying a piece of advice: "You rely too much on your eyes."

In real combat, one must be able to see in all directions and hear from all sides. It is clear that Lü Ying lacks combat experience and has extremely poor adaptability. After losing her sight, she directly lost her combat ability.

However, Lü Ying was not listening to anything at the moment. She left without saying a word, covering her face, tears streaming down her face.

The referee shook his head and sighed: "Ye Qingzhou wins!"

Only then did the stunned audience come to their senses.

"What just happened?"

"Isn't Lü Ying about to win?"

"Was it a mistake?"

"Is it really necessary for him to roll off the stage like that?"

"Where's the promised snow coming in? It feels like I'm not even as good as her!"

"I saw it! White, it's white panties!"

"Holy crap, I feel like I missed out on a fortune!"

In the audience, not only did ordinary viewers not understand it, but even the two talent scouts from Baihelou and Lingshe Sect didn't understand it, even though they were both professional martial artists.

"How did you lose? Did you understand?"

"I didn't understand. It seems like Lü Ying attacked, then accidentally tripped by her opponent and tumbled off the stage?"

"Is it luck or skill?"

"How should I know!"

Both of them were dumbfounded. They were looking forward to seeing Lu Ying, this promising new martial arts talent, show off her skills, but instead she turned out to be a complete idiot.

"Damn it, how am I supposed to write this report?"

"Sigh, I guess I'll just have to write it the truth. What else can I do?"

The two of them were now in a real bind. What used to be a relaxing vacation was now a task that required overtime. Life was so tough.

After the referee announced the result of the match, Ye Qingzhou walked off the stage with a calm expression.

This was just a trivial victory, not worth his emotional reaction.

However, it wasn't entirely without benefits; at least he acquired a new mid-level martial skill, Snow Walk.

Six o'clock in the afternoon, at dusk.

As the sun set, the first day of the competition finally came to an end. Ye Qingzhou played one match in the morning and four matches in the afternoon, winning all five.

Of the 126 players in the entire Kan section, only six have managed to maintain a perfect record.

(End of this chapter)