I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 63 The Battle of Madness

Duan Ming recognized Ye Qingzhou at a glance, knowing he was the champion of this year's sword fighting competition: "Kid, a peerless divine weapon like the Emperor Sword Dragon Abyss is not something you can dream of."

"You misunderstand. What I seek is the sword in my heart, not the sword in my hand."

Ye Qingzhou kept his eyes straight ahead, although he could vaguely sense that what had been calling to him these past few days was the Emperor Sword Longyuan in Duan Ming's hand.

But for him, divine weapons are ultimately just external objects. Humans can use tools, but they should not rely on them excessively. Only by constantly improving themselves can one become truly powerful.

From Ye Qingzhou's determined gaze, Duan Ming also saw that his heart for "seeking the sword" was as firm as a rock, just like his past self.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an arrogant young man like you, actually trying to use me as a whetstone."

Duan Ming carried Longyuan on his back, raised the famous sword Xue Tu in his hand, and a murderous aura surged forth: "You still have time to regret it now, otherwise this arrogance will only cost you your life."

"That's what makes it exciting—it's dangerous!"

Ye Qingzhou gripped Feishuang tightly, unable to contain the surging sword intent within him.

The sword fighting tournament was not enough to satisfy him. Only the opponent in front of him could make him feel unprecedented pressure and squeeze out his potential.

"You asked for this!"

Duan Ming's Bloodstained Sword was drawn with a clang, instantly igniting a blood-red light that soared into the sky. The sword's aura was chilling, and in his spiritual world, a sinister hell of corpses rose from the surging sea of ​​blood into the mortal realm, bringing unparalleled pain and terror to the world.

Bearing a heavy responsibility and seeking a swift resolution, Duan Ming showed no mercy, unleashing a deadly move with his first strike.

With a flick of his wrist, the Blood River Sword shone brightly, and the surging river of blood instantly transformed into a mighty torrent of sword energy, sweeping towards Ye Qingzhou.

This move is a high-level martial art recorded in the "Blood River True Scripture," called Blood River Raging Waves!

When executed with swordsmanship, it became Duan Ming's signature move. With this Blood River Sword Qi, he defeated countless renowned professional martial artists, earning him a formidable reputation.

The Blood River Sword Qi is so powerful that it terrifies everyone who sees it and even ghosts tremble in fear!

This sword strike was not only fierce, but also carried a mental impact like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. If Ye Qingzhou had not cultivated the Heart Sword Secret Technique, he would probably have been suppressed by Ghost Sword Sorrow and unable to move.

"Well done!"

Ye Qingzhou gave a deep shout, and his body immediately entered first gear mode.

My heart pounded like a drum, and my inner breath thundered.

His dantian and dantian instantly transformed into a roaring, high-powered engine, and the surging power caused Ye Qingzhou to directly activate berserk mode.

Advanced martial arts technique: Heavenly Net Sword!

Thirty-six sword energies, each as brilliant as stars, radiant with divine light, and extremely pure.

The two attacks clashed, a deafening roar erupted, and the aftershocks of their combined power tore the earth apart.

"You're quite good at withstanding one of my Blood River Sword Qi attacks."

Duan Ming offered his praise, but his Blood Tear showed no mercy.

With a single step, he appeared to Ye Qingzhou's left as if by teleportation, followed by a powerful and swift sweep of his sword.

Ding~

Take a stand!

Pan Shou!

Willows swaying in the wind!

Ye Qingzhou unleashed three moves simultaneously, barely managing to block Duan Ming's fierce strike. The surging power was transmitted through his muscles to the ground.

Boom boom boom~

The earth could not bear its weight and immediately cracked and shattered.

"Hahaha, you do have some skill; no wonder you were able to kill Zhan Lie and Zhan Hong!"

Duan Ming unleashed one sword strike after another, each move powerful and heavy, revealing his murderous intent.

Amidst the raging sword energy unleashed by Xue Tu, Ye Qingzhou could only rely on his cicada-like senses to dodge, for the power of his martial arts true qi far surpassed that of his internal energy!

Each sword strike was like a rocket!

A mere brush against him and you'd die!

To be near it is to die!

Under Duan Ming's relentless bombardment, Ye Qingzhou was like a candle flickering in the wind, narrowly escaping death countless times.

However, as he walked between life and death, Ye Qingzhou's blood boiled, his sword intent grew stronger, and once again, he felt a joy from the bottom of his heart.

"That's right!"

"That's the feeling!"

"This is the kind of battle I've been craving—a battle where people are willing to risk their lives!"

His usual laziness and leisure are nothing more than a calm acceptance of the coldness and warmth of human relationships. Only martial arts and swordsmanship can make him truly feel that he is still alive.

War! War! War!

Ye Qingzhou pushed his potential to the limit, his mind racing, and he instinctively unleashed a variety of ingenious moves. Combining his mid-level martial arts techniques, he managed to fight Ghost Sword Sorrow to a standstill.

clang~ clang~ clang~

With a single burst of power, Ye Qingzhou's physical strength became virtually limitless.

Duan Ming grew increasingly alarmed as the battle raged: "Damn it, first Xu Yunxi, then Liu Yiming, and now this even younger Ye Qingzhou! Did all these young people grow up eating 'golden fertilizer' since they were little? Are they even letting an old veteran like me live?!"

Duan Ming, who was over thirty years old, secretly resented how difficult it had been for him to learn martial arts back then.

Ultimately, dissatisfied with the suppression he faced from martial arts families, he resolutely chose to join the Heart Fiend School, which is how he mastered his skills, but in doing so, he became someone else's pawn.

"What an enviable life!"

The more Duan Ming thought about it, the angrier he became.

The crimson sword energy seemed to sense the resentment and anger in its master's heart, surging up and transforming into a massive, overwhelming crimson wave, attempting to engulf Ye Qingzhou in one fell swoop.

This move is a high-level martial art recorded in the Blood River Scripture: Blood Waves Raging!

Beneath the towering waves of blood, Ye Qingzhou was like Sun Wukong trapped under the Five Finger Mountain. Even with his Cicada Sense, he had nowhere to hide or avoid, and was about to be completely suppressed.

But was he the kind of person who would sit idly by and wait for death?

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou's spirit soared to new heights. Having lived two lives, he was determined to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts. How could he fall before his dream was fulfilled!

Ascend to the Dragon!

With the ambition to reach the heavens, we soar to the heavens like dragons!

For every foot the waves rise, the dragon rises ten feet!

The Dragon Ascension Sword tore through the towering waves of blood. Ye Qingzhou, wielding the Frostwing Sword, rode the wind and waves, standing atop the heavens, laughing loudly: "Hahaha, again! Again!"

"Boy, you used a secret technique to overdraw your inner energy and blood to achieve a temporary burst of power. However, such a thing cannot last. Once your inner energy and blood are completely depleted, it will be your death day."

Although Duan Ming did not know the principle of the first level, there was also a high-level martial art called Blood Battle Under Heaven in the Blood River True Scripture. It could burn cultivation in a way similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration to obtain powerful explosive force.

However, after the outbreak, the consequences range from premature death and disability to sudden death.

It will not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.

Who would do something like Ye Qingzhou, unleashing a powerful attack right from the start and risking their life?

Seeing that Ye Qingzhou was still fighting to the death, Duan Ming was truly enraged: "Kid, how much have the Martial Arts Association given you to make you fight like this? If you keep fighting, you'll die!"

"I have no regrets in seeking the sword."

Ye Qingzhou remained unmoved. The battle with Duan Ming had given him more insights than all his previous battles combined, so why would he back down now?

"Damn, you're insane!"

Duan Ming, who always considered himself a madman, was now completely enraged after encountering someone even more mad than himself: "You want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

With his martial arts true energy erupting once again, Ghost Sword Sorrow Duan Ming disregarded his injuries and forcefully urged the Blood River True Scripture.

Advanced martial arts technique, Bloodwing Soaring Through the Sky!

The moment he took off, two pairs of blood-red wings formed from sword energy sprouted from Duan Ming's back, with sharp sword feathers layered upon each other, and his figure was like an eagle soaring through the sky, attacking Ye Qingzhou.

Thousands of sword feathers appeared, blotting out the sky and the sun!

(End of this chapter)