I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 17 I still love your rebellious side

After a brief deliberation, Ye Qingzhou quickly made his choice: "Of all martial arts techniques, none are invincible except speed. Right now, the wind is the most suitable for me."

While pondering, Ye Qingzhou also drew his sword in succession. Within a small space, he executed eight sword moves—thrust, chop, flick, hook, cloud, point, collapse, and intercept—as smoothly as flowing water, demonstrating his profound and solid swordsmanship skills.

All sword techniques in the world are derived from these eight sword moves, and although they vary in countless ways, they all follow the same principle.

As Ye Qingzhou continued to practice these eight sword moves, his understanding of the wind became increasingly profound. He quickly progressed from beginner to proficient, and finally broke through to mastery before finally stopping.

The main problem was that his internal energy was exhausted, and he couldn't sustain his internal energy anymore; otherwise, he could have continued to break through the skill level of Wind Force.

Ye Qingzhou felt his empty dantian and couldn't help but sheath his sword, sighing to himself, "It's so torturous to have to stop halfway through every time. It seems I need to prioritize making money as soon as possible."

Then, for no apparent reason, he thought of Xu Yuebing.

"I heard the Xu family is quite wealthy. Should I just marry into their family? Practicing martial arts isn't shameful. At worst, I can divorce them after I've mastered it. As the saying goes, the first sword strike after reaching the shore is to slay the one you desire..."

However, Ye Qingzhou immediately abandoned this idea. Mainly because he was a dignified sword saint and still had some idol image to maintain. What would it be like to sell his looks?

That's inappropriate, that's inappropriate.

Putting aside the random thoughts in his mind, Ye Qingzhou calmed himself down and entered a state of tranquil breathing. He then activated his internal vision to carefully observe the various changes inside his body.

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou's vital energy had been completely squeezed out, and not a single drop could be extracted.

However, the effect was also very significant. The vital energy consumed through internal breathing strengthened the nerve fibers in his body and increased the speed of information transmission between neurons.

Ye Qingzhou, relying on his profound understanding of the subtle nuances, noticed this minute change: "My reaction speed has increased by at least two percent, which means that for every ten repetitions of those eight sword moves incorporating the wind, my reaction speed increases by one percent. The martial arts of Blue Star are truly incredible!"

It's important to know that the human reflex arc is generally 0.1 to 0.5 seconds, and it's often innate, making it difficult to improve or strengthen through training. This is what's known as innate talent or aptitude.

However, the martial arts of Blue Star have clearly broken this ironclad rule, and have actually developed to such a mature level that they have begun to involve genetic modification.

"No wonder Xu Lan didn't think I could win the championship. It seems that those second-generation cultivators who got a head start are indeed much more solid in terms of foundation than me."

Ye Qingzhou's mind raced, his thoughts swirling.

His opponent started training five or six years earlier and invested a huge amount of resources to build a foundation for martial arts. Following this model, even a fat pig could be strengthened into an elephant.

However, it's impossible to make Ye Qingzhou admit defeat just like that.

Although he truly felt the huge gap in physical fitness, Ye Qingzhou did not lose heart.

On the contrary, the stronger the opponent, the more exciting and thrilling it makes him feel: "I'm already looking forward to it. I hope you second-generation cultivators won't disappoint me."

Early the next morning, Ye Qingzhou left for school with his sword bag on his back.

He closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and walked step by step toward the school.

Each step was taken with a distance of exactly three feet, with the error controlled to within one millimeter, making the posture quite strange.

This is actually an extremely advanced stance training technique, which Ye Qingzhou mastered in his previous life and named "Wandering the World with a Sword".

Unlike standing meditation, "Wandering the World with a Sword" is a walking meditation that can be practiced while walking. Each step covers a distance of three feet, which is exactly the length of the sword.

Weapons are an extension of fists and feet, and all swordsmanship in the world, in essence, is nothing more than the control of spatial distance. Therefore, whoever has a stronger sense of spatial distance has a greater advantage in swordsmanship.

If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach a thousand miles.

In order to win the Qinglan Sword Fighting Tournament, Ye Qingzhou is now strengthening himself every minute. He even practices stance training while walking. Through repeated practice, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, he makes the flow of internal energy form a conditioned reflex, circulating along a fixed track. Over time, he will be able to achieve the circulation of internal meridians and release energy at will.

At the same time, Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes tightly and relied entirely on his ears to locate sounds, thus training his five senses and self-control.

However, in other people's eyes, Ye Qingzhou looked like a street thug walking with his eyes closed, marching in step, hands in his pockets, arrogant and disdainful of everyone.

Even passersby kept their distance, not daring to come within five meters of him.

It wasn't until they arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School that Ye Qingzhou unexpectedly ran into Yun Shanshan.

In the past, Yun Shanshan would never have taken the initiative to greet Ye Qingzhou, but after learning from her best friend Cao Jingwen that Ye Qingzhou had joined the sword club yesterday, her thoughts had obviously changed considerably.

The swordsmanship club at No. 1 High School is quite prestigious, with the top five members all qualified for university admission without examination, though the schools they are admitted to vary in level.

Compared to other ordinary high school students, members of the sword club obviously have a higher probability of becoming professional martial artists, with a bright future ahead.

That's why, even though Ye Qingzhou was ignoring her, Yun Shanshan felt that this little grievance was nothing, and instead, she was full of fighting spirit.

She carefully smoothed her hair from her forehead, trying to put on a charming smile, before greeting Ye Qingzhou in a sweet, soft voice: "Good morning, Ye Qingzhou."

As a result, Ye Qingzhou kept her eyes closed, only twitched her ears, and stepped across the school gate without stopping, showing no intention of paying any attention to Yun Shanshan.

This infuriated Yun Shanshan, who always considered herself a princess. No boy had ever dared to ignore her like this before!

Never!

Yun Shanshan, unwilling to give up, ran quickly and finally caught up with Ye Qingzhou. She called out to him breathlessly, "Ye Qingzhou, wait a minute."

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Qingzhou stopped cultivating, slowly exhaled to finish his practice, and looked at Yun Shanshan with displeasure: "What?"

"Didn't you see me just now?"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see I'm walking with my eyes closed?"

"..."

"Then why didn't you answer when I called you?"

"I'm not customer service, why should I answer your questions?"

"Ye Qingzhou! Does it have to be like this between us? You weren't like this before..."

"Look at what you're saying. Didn't you used to ignore me too? Why are you so insistent on getting entangled with me now? Actually, I still prefer your rebellious side. Please try to come back to that."

Yun Shanshan gently bit her lower lip, feeling extremely wronged. She had clearly taken the initiative to apologize, so why wouldn't Ye Qingzhou forgive her?

Shifting affections and becoming fickle; seeking novelty and tireing of the old!

Ugh, what a scumbag!

(End of this chapter)