I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 47 Women will only slow down my sword-drawing speed

The power of the Heart Sword elevated Ye Qingzhou's spirit to an unprecedented level, and his sharp sword intent soared into the sky, but it was firmly bound within a ten-foot radius around him by his strong spirit and iron will.

The Flying Frost Sword, still in its sheath, was already humming and vibrating incessantly.

It awaits only the moment it is drawn from its sheath to cleave mountains and shatter peaks.

Ye Qingzhou gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it and unleash his full power to end the match.

dead!

will die!

Dead!

Huang Jinlong's heart trembled. This was the second time in his life that he had faced death so closely, as if his life would disappear from the world at any moment.

Faced with the choice between his face and his life, he made the choice without hesitation.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

In front of the referee, Huang Jinlong suddenly clutched his stomach, his expression contorted, and said, "I...I forfeit! It seems to be because I ate beef noodles before the match, and now my stomach is very uncomfortable."

The referee looked surprised: "Are you sure you want to concede?"

"I didn't give up! I just forfeited!"

Huang Jinlong, his neck stiff with defiance, showed his final stubbornness as he looked at Ye Qingzhou: "I am not feeling well today and am not in good condition. We will have another chance to compete another day."

After saying "Farewell," Huang Jinlong used his signature move, "Swift Step," and amidst the boos of the audience, he rode away on the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qingzhou stood there dumbfounded. Even someone as flexible as him had never seen such a shameless person.

An invincible dragon?

More like a dragon that can escape the heavens!

"Ye Qingzhou wins!"

The referee seemed to have heard of Huang Jinlong's reputation, and with a nonchalant expression, he announced the result of the match.

The audience in the stands erupted in uproar, especially the gamblers who had placed large bets.

Ye Qingzhou won two consecutive matches, and today even Huang Jinlong withdrew from the game. At this moment, they felt like going to the rooftop.

"Match-fixing!"

"This is outrageous! They completely disregard us viewers!"

"Where are the organizers? Where are the people from the martial arts association? Aren't they going to come out and show their faces?"

"Is there no justice left? Is there no law left?"

The protests from the audience grew louder and louder, and even the Mingjian Group, the organizer, came forward to refute the rumors, stating that Ye Qingzhou was not a relative or a person of connections, but rather a genuine commoner.

As for Huang Jinlong's withdrawal from the competition, the organizers were also helpless. They couldn't very well let Huang Jinlong livestream himself taking a dump to prove his innocence, could they?

Moreover, this guy is a repeat offender, so what can Mingjian Group do?

In the end, the only solution was to give each of the complaining viewers a 5-yuan no-minimum-spend coupon, which calmed things down and allowed the competition to continue.

After "defeating" Huang Jinlong, Ye Qingzhou will now face Liang Jia, another martial arts genius from the Kanzi District.

This battle will determine who is the champion of this region, and thus gain a tactical advantage by facing the runner-up from other regions in the round of 16.

Huang Jinlong's withdrawal from the competition has made Ye Qingzhou, who already enjoys high popularity, even more sought after, potentially overshadowing Zhu Jinfeng and Liu Dingjian.

There's no way around it; humans always love to join in the fun and gossip.

The Qinglan Sword Fighting Tournament has champions and runners-up every year, but it's rare to see a contestant as popular and talked about as Ye Qingzhou.

Everyone is now eager to know just how far Ye Qingzhou can go by sheer luck.

Amidst this atmosphere of great anticipation, the battle between Ye Qingzhou and Liang Jia began.

"Liang Jia from Yali Middle School No. 012 will face Ye Qingzhou from Linjiang No. 1 Middle School No. 404."

When Liang Jia, who is quite good-looking, appeared on stage, she was greeted with enthusiastic cheers from the audience. Yali Middle School even sent a group of cheerleaders and put up a banner in the audience.

"Go, boss!"

"Liang Jia, Liang Jia, the best performer of this year!"

Liang Jia's parents even brought a group of relatives and friends to cheer her on: "Xiao Jia, you must win!"

Liang Jia responded with a smile. In this battle, she was not only fighting for herself, but also to live up to the expectations of her friends and family.

If she defeats the person in front of her, she will have a chance to go further in the sword fighting tournament, not just to the top eight, but with good luck, she might even have a chance to reach the top four.

Compared to Liang Jia's seriousness, focus, and high morale, Ye Qingzhou seemed much more nonchalant.

As if taking a leisurely stroll, Ye Qingzhou walked onto the arena with unhurried steps.

There were no cheerleaders or family and friends behind him, only countless gamblers who had lost everything cursing him, hoping he would lose the game quickly.

Seeing Ye Qingzhou's nonchalant attitude, Liang Jia became somewhat angry: "Ye Qingzhou, don't think you're so great just because you beat Huang Jinlong. He's actually the weakest of the top eight seeded players this year, and your good luck ends here."

Ye Qingzhou's response to this was only one sword strike.

Clang~

The sound of swords echoed through the heavens and earth. The dragon-shaped sword energy slash, a combination of six powers, roared angrily in the wind and suddenly cleaved half of the arena in two.

The sword energy grazed Liang Jia's side, its momentum undiminished, leaving a two-foot-deep sword mark on the alloy wall that was claimed to be able to withstand 110mm cannon fire.

As Ye Qingzhou unleashed his sword strike, the entire arena fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The astonishing swordsmanship that the Golden Dragon had longed to witness but had never been able to see was now finally revealed to the world, and everyone understood why the Golden Dragon had fled in panic.

If he dared to take this sword head-on, he would probably be reduced to ashes!

At this moment, Liang Jia felt nothing but despair. Looking at the sword marks that brushed past her feet, her hand holding the sword trembled.

As for her friends and family in the audience, they were all silent and covered in dust – the arena bricks shattered by the sword energy had turned into dust that covered their faces.

Ye Qingzhou pointed his sword tip diagonally at the ground; this was the first time he had drawn his sword since the start of the competition.

"You are indeed stronger than the Golden Dragon, so I'll give you three chances to show off your swordsmanship, which you're so proud of."

Are you trying to humiliate me?

Liang Jia's anger instantly overwhelmed her fear. She admitted that she had underestimated Ye Qingzhou, but the feeling of being looked down upon still made her very uncomfortable.

Since she began learning martial arts, she has been seen as a prodigy by her family and friends, a martial arts genius with a bright future. When has she ever been looked down upon like this?

Seeing this, Ye Qingzhou nodded to Liang Jia with satisfaction: "Not bad, you can still regain your fighting spirit. Now's the time to fight."

"snort!"

Enraged, Liang Jia attacked, charging straight at Ye Qingzhou with her sword, aiming for his face: "Take this!"

Her swordsmanship was extraordinary. This sword strike exhibited bizarre variations in speed and created numerous afterimages, causing visual discomfort and leading to misjudgment of the sword's landing point.

Liang Jia's previous opponents were defeated by this move because they couldn't adapt to the changes in speed.

However, Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes and swayed his body, easily avoiding Liang Jia's sword.

"Um?"

"I've seen this move before. You have two more chances."

Ye Qingzhou did not take the opportunity to launch a counterattack, but remained standing in place.

"snort!"

Liang Jia's anger intensified; she felt looked down upon by the man before her once again.

"As you wish!"

With a heavy step, Liang Jia used the recoil to swing her sword again. This time, not only did her sword light change in speed, but the flow of energy was also different from before.

(End of this chapter)