Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 11 One-Sword Kill

Upon seeing Ning Ze arrive, Zhai Yanke's eyes instantly turned fierce as he stood on the arena.

Several of the city's top owners in the VIP room on the second floor spoke up.

"Interesting, I've stumbled upon such a lively scene."

"Judging from the emotions of the people below, this young couple should be from the Extreme Martial Arts Academy."

"The Limitless Martial Arts Gym is doomed to lose. Isn't Wan Dong right here?"

"It was actually this kid?"

Hearing this, the three turned around, and Old Zhang pointed at the screen and asked, "Do you know him?"

Park Nam nodded slightly and said, "This kid is the son of Jin Huoxiong from the Limitless Martial Arts Academy. That little guy on the stage is probably going to lose this fight. We should let Wan Dong prepare."

"Hmm? Golden Fire Bear, you mean that cripple? His son has that kind of ability?"

"You're certain without even fighting him? Golden Fire Bear is just a novice warrior; how well can he be trained?"

"What do you mean? Do you know something inside?"

Park Nam pondered for a moment, then said, "This kid is a bit strange. The reason I know him is because he was cultivating gene energy on the train."

"Even geniuses need several hours, or even nearly a day, to experience cosmic energy for the first time."

"A quiet and stable environment is needed for cultivation. The environment on a train is not only noisy, but the train itself is also shaking."

"I observed this kid for an hour, and he definitely entered a meditative state. Being able to meditate continuously for an hour speaks volumes about his talent, especially in that kind of environment."

The atmosphere fell slightly silent. If he was truly so talented, even Wan Dong would have a hard time defeating him.

"Hahaha! You almost fooled me," Old Zhang suddenly laughed.

Seeing the three people's puzzled looks, he explained, "I just checked. This kid's name is Ning Ze. He only signed an A-level contract with the Limitless Martial Arts Academy. After absorbing cosmic energy for the first time, his strength increased by 1200kg, which is nothing compared to Wan Dong!"

"Oh, I see. We're relieved then. Even Zhai Yanke right here is better than him!"

"Park Nam must have misjudged. That kid might have sleepwalked on the train. Even ordinary people passively absorb cosmic energy, let alone martial artists. Maybe he just got lucky and sensed the cosmic energy while half-asleep."

The three of them were somewhat dismissive, and Park Nam's mind began to waver.

He only sensed energy fluctuations. Could it be that this kid was just posing and then fell asleep?

Inside the lobby on the first floor.

Ning Ze had already stepped onto the arena. He smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to those around him, saying, "This duel was held at the place chosen by Zhai Yanke. I have no intention of provoking anyone; it is merely a personal matter."

"We are all human martial artists. Although our martial arts schools are different, we share the same goal: to fight monsters. Please don't misunderstand, seniors."

"Um, and... please stay away from my girlfriend, otherwise it's uncivilized."

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the martial artists gradually softened, and by the end, they burst into laughter.

A powerful figure immediately spoke up, "Stay away from that girl! You spineless coward! You're disgracing the Thunder Martial Arts School!"

"Don't let people laugh at you, you bunch of bastards! If you don't have wives at home, hurry up and find one! Anyone who tries to get close to me, I'll chop them up!"

Soon, a vacuum zone appeared around Shu Yi. She looked at Ning Ze with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with light. It felt so good to be cared for.

Ning Ze bowed again to express his gratitude, and then said, "I was in a hurry to fight during a date, and I don't need combat clothes for a single match. I need a model longsword from the Light Rainbow 5 series. Thank you."

"Hey kid! Catch!"

A loud shout followed.

Then a silvery-white streak of light shot rapidly toward the stage.

Ning Ze's gaze sharpened, and he suddenly reached out and gripped the sword in front of him. The powerful force emanating from the sword immediately changed his expression.

He caught the longsword steadily, but his hands were trembling.

Ning Ze looked in the direction of the bestowed sword with a wry smile.

A burly man, nine feet tall, stood out from the crowd with his arms crossed, head held high and noses pointing to the sky, exuding an air of disdain for everyone.

Clearly, no matter how nicely Ning Ze speaks, it doesn't change the fact that he is a martial artist from the Limitless Martial Arts Academy. Don't even think about expecting a good attitude from him.

Set your mind.

Ning Ze looked up at the opposite side.

Zhai Yanke stood opposite, holding a curved sword, and bowed slightly, assuming a diving fighting stance.

Ning Ze lowered his eyes. He wanted to teach this bastard a lesson, but since he was at the Jiangnan headquarters of the Thunder Martial Arts School, he couldn't go too far.

Defeating them is fine, but don't even think about humiliating them.

The group below the stage included countless powerful warriors at the level of generals. If they were to be stubborn and show no mercy, it wouldn't just be a slap in the face to one person.

If Ning Ze were to be resented by so many powerful figures, Zhai Yanke would probably be overjoyed!

Most importantly, Ning Ze didn't have any seniors from the Limitless Martial Arts Academy accompanying him.

"Enough with the chit-chat, I'm all ready."

The burly martial artist with his nostrils pointing upwards turned to look at Zhai Yanke.

"I've been waiting for so long! This time you're bound to lose."

Ning Ze chuckled, made a sword-drawing gesture, and a silver arc flashed in mid-air as his longsword thrust diagonally behind him, ready for battle.

The martial artist, arms crossed, glanced around before shouting, "The duel begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Zhai Yanke suddenly rushed forward, a ferocious smile on his face, his eyes filled with cruelty.

Ning Ze lowered his eyelids even further. If there weren't so many people around, he would have wanted to beat this bastard to death.

"Forget it, let's finish this quickly!"

A glint flashed in Ning Ze's eyes, and he charged forward with renewed vigor. He dared not do anything too humiliating, but he would not give Zhai Yanke any face either. In a normal fight, no one could say anything was wrong.

In the arena, the martial artist who was watching with his arms crossed frowned slightly. Ning Ze's speed was too fast, and he had a bad feeling.

"Ding!"

Swords clashed, producing a soft hum.

All the onlookers saw was a flash of silver-white sword light. Ning Ze swept his longsword to deflect the curved blade, and the tip of the sword was already pointing straight at his throat.

Zhai Yanke stared in disbelief at the sight of a long, silver-white blade piercing between his two swords.

Following the pale light of the sword, past the outstretched arm.

Ning Ze stood with his hands behind his back, his body as straight as a pine tree. He raised his head slightly and looked down at the front, his eyes full of calm, as if to say that this sword was not worth mentioning.

That condescending attitude clearly showed utter contempt for him.

Lost!

He lost with just one sword strike!

Zhai Yanke's mind went blank.

"Sing! Bell!"

Ning Ze slowly drew his longsword, the blade emitting a clear, ethereal sound as it rubbed against steel. He held the sword with both hands, cupped his hands in a salute, and said calmly, "Thank you for your courtesy." With so many powerful lightning warriors present, he had to be mindful of the proper etiquette.

Zhai Yanke still looked completely disoriented. He had meticulously planned the battle, believing he had the upper hand, but was defeated at the first touch.

"this……"

"One move?"

"That kid!"

The martial artists of the Thunder Martial Arts School were immediately shocked.

This sword strike was indeed quite sharp and cunning; even they had to defend it carefully.

However, with sufficient combat experience, it is entirely possible to dodge it.

The problem is that this is just a novice martial artist, yet he possesses such superb swordsmanship?

The loss was too humiliating!

They looked up at Ning Ze again, and the people from the Thunder Martial Arts Academy felt a bit of a toothache.

Previously, he was elegant and courteous, and his actions were always measured and appropriate. People could still laugh at him. Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, and even if he lost after a fierce battle, people could accept it.

But to my surprise, this kid was quite good at pretending, but when he actually started, he showed absolutely no mercy.

He was instantly killed in one move. If word got out, the martial artists of the Thunder Martial Arts Academy would be unable to hold their heads up for days.

The second floor, still the same VIP room.

At this moment, the head instructors of the four districts all frowned.

The grim-faced head instructor said in a deep voice, "The two are similar in strength and speed, but their combat experience is vastly different. I suspect there's something wrong with the manual this kid is practicing, but I can't discern its origin in such a short time."

The remaining three remained silent; the defeat was indeed too humiliating, something none of them had expected.

Park Nam frowned and said, "I knew this kid was strange. His strength doesn't match the intelligence at all. He's been hiding his true strength! Otherwise, that kid surnamed Zhai wouldn't have lost so quickly."

"Now that we don't know where this kid came from, even if Wan Dong takes action, it will be difficult to turn the tide."

The burly man frowned and said in a deep voice, "Being defeated in one move is too shameful. The other martial artists are all old and not suitable to fight. Let Wan Dong go; he's stronger and should have a chance to win."

"Old Zhang, what do you think? Even geniuses have to lose eventually. It's not too late now. I heard that the Limit Martial Arts Academy also recruited a genius yesterday."

Old Zhang paused for a moment. It's normal for a genius to lose, but a genius who keeps losing is ultimately not good for cultivation.

Park Nam's eyes flashed, and he said, "Wan Dong is on the field, and it looks like he wants to make a move. However, Ning Ze and that kid surnamed Zhai have a bet, so if Wan Dong really goes on the field, he won't have any money. Hehehe, that's interesting."

Old Zhang gritted his teeth and agreed; jade must be carved to become a useful object.

"I'll send a message to Wan Dong right now. It's just 2000 million."

The martial arts hall on the first floor.

A group of burly men surrounded Ning Ze and Shu Yi, making it clear they wouldn't let them leave.

Ning Ze gave a wry smile and said, "Seniors, isn't this against the rules? I'm just here to use the venue. The choice of which martial arts school to use was made by the man surnamed Zhai. I have no intention of stirring up conflict between the schools."

"We have a grudge against each other, and this normal fight has not offended anyone. As fellow martial artists, please forgive us, seniors."

Shu Yi hugged his arm and hid behind him, nodding obediently with her innocent big eyes as if she were explaining.

She had a premonition that this was a bad choice, but she never expected her boyfriend to be so amazing, winning her over in a flash and leaving all the seniors present speechless.

She wanted to laugh, but the gazes around her were too intimidating, so she dared not laugh out loud. She could only feel proud in her heart.

This time, the martial artists from the surrounding Thunder Martial Arts School stopped listening to Ning Ze's nonsense.

Having lost such a huge face, anyone with a sense of collective honor would be unable to contain themselves. At this moment, they were willing to die for honor, which shows the indignation of the martial artists present.

However, they didn't go too far; they were just waiting for the genius from the Thunder Martial Arts Academy.

We have to have another match, no matter what.

If Ning Ze manages to instantly defeat someone again this time, then everyone will have to take a good look at him; he's here to cause trouble!

"Kid, stop talking nonsense! You can only leave after another match! Don't you pay for using our facilities?"

"Yes! Your business is your business, but this idiot has embarrassed us, so we have to accept it! Show us your true abilities, and no one will have a problem with that!"

Ning Ze fell silent for a moment. He was definitely not afraid of a competition.

The level of subtle body movement.

The force is doubled, which is equivalent to cultivating the second level of a top-level secret manual, and the power of the third level plus 70% of the power is increased by 2.1 times.

There simply isn't a genius of that caliber; at least, there aren't any newcomers here who have reached that level.

He is invincible among his peers!

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Just then, a deep voice rang out, "I'll do it!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the voice and saw a slightly thin young man holding a Ghost Moon Blade. He had a birthmark on his face.

"Who is this?"

"If you can't do it, don't go up there and embarrass yourself. This is no joke. Once or twice is acceptable, but not a third time. My Thunder Martial Arts School also has a reputation."

"He's Wan Dong! The head of the main branch in the city sent him."

Upon hearing this, the scene fell silent. If these martial artists weren't so much older than Ning Ze, they would have already challenged him to a duel.

Now, the genius of the Thunder Martial Arts School has finally arrived.

Ning Ze's eyes lit up with joy, and he said politely, "Let's have a normal match, a friendly exchange, and forget about the bet. I just have a grudge against that guy surnamed Zhai."

After saying that, he turned his head to look to one side.

Zhai Yanke stood there with his head down. He had set up the challenge with great fanfare, but now he had been defeated in one move. If there were a crack in the ground, he would wish he could disappear into it.

He clenched his fists in humiliation, his eyes flashing with a cold light, a hint of helplessness and madness, as if he were plotting something.

Wan Dong glanced at his phone, then silently put it in his pocket, saying, "No need!"

"There was no bet between us to begin with. If there's no wager, it would make it seem like my Thunder Martial Arts School is bullying us."

"If you win, you can take the 20 million Chinese yuan. If you lose, I won't take your 10 million Chinese yuan."

When Ning Ze saw him take out his phone, he knew perfectly well that the money wasn't from Wan Dong, but from the higher-ups at Thunder Martial Arts School.

He quickly and earnestly replied, "Okay, I will definitely do my best!"

The two stood on the arena, Wan Dong's eyes were very wary, guarding against the sharp first sword.

Ning Ze's eyes showed a hint of helplessness. He was determined to win. It would be a mistake not to take what was given to him. Why not take the money that was being given away for free?

However, figuring out how to make the heavy martial arts practitioners at the Thunder Martial Arts Academy feel respected is an art in itself.

War breaks out.

Amidst the flashing of swords and the constant clanging of weapons, the sounds of blows filled the air.

……

At this moment, a truck stopped at the entrance of Mingyue Residential Area.

The truck was loaded with old furniture, some strange stones, a cheap wooden sword, and a wheelchair on top.

Six soldiers, armed with real guns, stood ramrod straight on either side of the gate, their eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Stop the truck!" One of the soldiers immediately raised his assault rifle and pointed it at a taxi in front of the truck.

The taxi quickly stopped, and a young man about 1.75 meters tall got out of the car, followed by a middle-aged couple who had weathered many storms in their lives.

Hearing the commotion, Jiang Nian turned around, his eyes lighting up. He quickly came out of the guardhouse of Mingyue Community, beaming, and said, "Luo Feng is here."

"Instructor, were you waiting for me?"

Luo Feng was somewhat surprised, but said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Instructor. Is there anything else you need me for?" He was very grateful because it was thanks to this instructor's recommendation that he was able to sign an S-level contract and move out of the dilapidated tenement building.

Jiang Nian said with a smile, "That's right, there is something."

"Instructor, you said that if there's anything I can help with, I definitely won't refuse." Luo Feng had a good impression of Jiang Nian and didn't think he would lie to him.

Jiang Nian waved his hand and laughed, "It's nothing serious."

Luo Feng felt a chill run down his spine. This matter seemed quite significant; at the very least, Instructor Jiang Nian took it very seriously.

"I mentioned you to a colleague at work today. It turns out he also lives in Mingyue Community, so we got to know each other. It also happens that his son recently became a martial artist, but he's not as strong as you. So we decided to discuss whether you two could have a match."

"You've just arrived too. His family has always been here. It's healthy competition within the martial arts school, so I'm sure I won't have any trouble. You young people should interact more, and let everyone get to know you so you can integrate into the environment sooner. It will be good for you in the future."

Luo Feng understood immediately; it was just a competition between young people who had just become martial artists.

Talent and background matter everywhere. If you can showcase your talent, your relationships with your neighbors will be better.

Furthermore, since Instructor Jiang Nian said there wouldn't be any trouble, that family must have a good reputation, so he had no more concerns. He was also looking forward to sparring with the young man.

"Okay, I agree. I'll leave the competition to the instructor."

Jiangnan smiled and shook his head, saying happily, "We live in the same place, so we should be a little considerate when we make a move. But there's no need to be stingy; we're all on the same side, so let's just have normal conversation."

He turned around.

"Come on, everyone, help us move our things. This is a genius in our neighborhood. Get to know him so it'll be easier to communicate when we need help," Jiang Nian said with a smile as he turned around. "Leave the moving to them. Outsiders and vehicles are not allowed in the Martial Arts Community. We have complete facilities and staff here, so you just need to focus on your cultivation."

Luo Feng had a bright smile on his face. He had been here before, and he thought the neighborhood was beautiful! Now that his home would be here, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

(End of this chapter)