I can increase my power through breathing.

Chapter 36 I'm not targeting you, I'm saying everyone here is trash!
“Your Excellency is mistaken. Since we have been invited, we are guests of the Sixth Young Master. The Sixth Young Master has not yet spoken, yet you are so impatient. Isn’t that beneath your dignity?”

No sooner had the burly man finished speaking than a slender young man with a handsome face stepped forward.

His words carried a hint of reproach and sarcasm, instantly turning the burly man's face ashen.

"You pretty boy, what did you say? Say it again if you dare!"

The burly man roared, his muscles tensing instantly, like a raging beast about to go berserk.

"I'm just stating the facts. If you disagree, you're welcome to come up on stage and have a match with me to see who is more qualified to represent the Sixth Young Master."

The young man, however, showed no fear and remained calm as ever.

The atmosphere instantly became tense upon hearing this.

The martial artists present all knew that although the young man's words were calm, they contained a sharp and confrontational tone.

"Young heroes, please calm down!" A man dressed in magnificent clothes stood up and said, "It is my blessing, Li Qi, that you can all gather here today. Please do not let momentary anger ruin the harmony."

His words carried a mixture of authority and sincerity, gradually easing the tense atmosphere.

"Sixth Young Master, please don't be offended. I lost my composure."

The burly man realized his loss of composure, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and sat back down in his original position.

"Young master, there is a martial arts master outside who wants to see you." Just then, a servant rushed over and handed over a token, saying, "This is the token given by that martial arts master."

"This is Feng Manlou's token!" Upon seeing the token, Li Qi immediately understood what was going on. He calmly said, "Please invite our distinguished guest in!"

"Yes, Master!"

The servant responded and then turned and quickly left.

Soon.

Zhou Qing then walked in.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, walked with a steady gait, and exuded an indescribable air of江湖 (jianghu, the martial arts world).

At this moment, the martial artists present saw Zhou Qing walk in and couldn't help but focus their attention on him. They knew that the person who came was likely a formidable opponent, so they all locked their auras on Zhou Qing in an attempt to put pressure on him and embarrass him.

However, these pressures had no effect on Zhou Qing whatsoever. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the crowd present.

The aura emanating from these martial artists was only at the third-rate level. A few of them were stronger, but they were still only second-rate martial artists.

"Trying to put pressure on me?" Zhou Qing sneered inwardly. His gaze fixed on Li Qi, and he said calmly, "Young Master Li, we will go into battle in three days. I alone am enough. Let these scumbags go back to where they came from."

His tone was calm and firm, yet carried an undeniable air of dominance, as if in his eyes everyone present was as insignificant as ants.

What is trash?

Some people had a vague feeling that this wasn't a nice thing to say, and asked.

“‘Lese’ is a dialect word from my hometown,” Zhou Qing explained without changing his expression. “In my hometown, ‘Lese’ means garbage or waste.”

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing Zhou Qing's explanation, the person who had asked the question flew into a rage. He was a second-rate martial artist with some reputation in Qingyan Prefecture, and he had never been insulted like this before.

"You madman, how dare you spout such nonsense and insult me?"

The man glared angrily, exuding the aura of a second-rate martial artist, clearly extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Qing's words.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not targeting you." Zhou Qing glanced around at everyone present again and said calmly, "I mean, everyone here is trash."

Upon hearing this, the entire scene fell into a deathly silence. Everyone's face turned ashen as they glared at Zhou Qing, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

"Where did this madman come from, daring to be so arrogant!"

"Such arrogance! If we don't teach you a lesson today, how will we save face?"

"Sixth Young Master, this man has insulted us so much, I request to fight him one-on-one." In an instant, the crowd was filled with indignation, and everyone spoke up, denouncing Zhou Qing's arrogant behavior. Some even drew their weapons, ready to teach Zhou Qing a lesson.

"Humph!"

Zhou Qing didn't speak, but just snorted coldly.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp aura spread from his body, and all the martial artists present immediately saw a sword hanging above their heads.

This sword is incredibly sharp; it could fall at any moment and take their lives.

Their lives and deaths were in Zhou Qing's hands.

"This...this is sword intent!"

Someone cried out in alarm, their voice filled with disbelief.

Sword stance.

This is the power of momentum.

Anyone who can unleash the power of momentum is a first-rate martial artist.

In Qingyan Prefecture, all first-rate martial artists are people of high status and formidable strength. The Li family ranks last among the five great families, and only the Li family patriarch is a first-rate martial artist in the family.

Furthermore, the Li family patriarch went into seclusion several years ago.

If this patriarch of the Li family were to emerge from seclusion, then the direct descendants of the Li family would not need to fight over the matter; a single sentence would be enough to determine who would become the head of the family.

"Great hero, we were very rude just now. We hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against us petty people."

The person who had spoken earlier was now pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his body was trembling slightly.

If a top-tier martial artist wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as snapping a finger.

"Great hero, we know we were wrong!"

The surrounding martial artists echoed their agreement, fearing that Zhou Qing might kill them if he became displeased.

After all, in this world where strength reigns supreme, the strong have the power of life and death. Even if Zhou Qing killed them all, the government wouldn't say anything.

"Get out of here!"

Zhou Qing snorted coldly.

"Yes, yes, we'll get out of here right now."

Immediately, the group of martial artists slunk away.

There was no trace of righteous indignation on their faces.

Faced with top-tier martial artists, they felt only fear and awe; they dared not harbor the slightest dissatisfaction or resistance.

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask your name?"

Li Qi immediately stood up and came forward, speaking with utmost respect.

Although Zhou Qing has driven everyone away, with a first-rate martial artist like Zhou Qing present, there will be no doubt that they will win the competition three days from now.

This is a first-rate martial artist, someone who can stand on equal footing with the Li family patriarch.

Although top-tier internal energy cultivation techniques are incredibly valuable, he never dreamed that he could recruit such a powerful ally as a top-tier martial artist. After all, those who become top-tier martial artists already possess top-tier internal energy cultivation techniques and don't have a great need for other top-tier internal energy cultivation techniques.

"The water flow has stopped!"

Zhou Qing replied.

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