I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 20 You must learn to look up to me

Two more days passed in the blink of an eye. On Monday afternoon after school, most of the members gradually arrived at the sword club's venue in the fighting center.

Today is the weekly seat battle, and those confident in their martial arts skills are already rubbing their hands together, ready to try their luck and turn their luck around.

The swordsmanship club has five seats: first place for the chief, second place for the second, and then third, fourth, and fifth place. As long as you win a seat, you can not only receive an extra free martial arts meal every week, but also get the opportunity to have one-on-one private lessons with the instructor.

Although there is only half an hour of private coaching time each day, such an opportunity is something that many students from ordinary families yearn for but cannot have!

Even a professional level 1 martial artist charges over 20,000 yuan per private lesson, while Xu Lan is a professional level 3 martial artist. In addition, she is young and beautiful, and people would probably be scrambling to pay her 100,000 yuan.

With so many benefits, it's easy to imagine how fierce the competition for a spot in the swordsmanship club is.

Inside the stadium, Xu Yuebing held her breath and concentrated, preparing for the match and trying her best to adjust her state.

The Xu family is a renowned martial arts family in Linjiang City. Xu Yuebing has no shortage of martial arts training or private coaching. She simply doesn't like losing.

As the eldest daughter of the Xu family, Xu Yuebing's martial arts talent, while not quite that of a peerless genius, is at least above average. Coupled with her hard work and diligence, her swordsmanship is quite formidable; at least in the No. 1 High School's combat center, few can reliably defeat her.

Within the swordsmanship club, only Lu Yifan could still barely outdo her due to his age and experience.

Of course, Xu Yuebing automatically excluded a certain oddball freshman who had just joined.

Even now, she still sees no hope of defeating Ye Qingzhou.

Thinking of that handsome face in her mind that made her grit her teeth in anger, Xu Yuebing became very unhappy. She then subconsciously looked around, but did not see Ye Qingzhou. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she became even angrier.

Today is a battle for seats, how dare that guy be late?

"Little Bingbing, what are you looking around for?"

The one who spoke was Xu Yuebing's deskmate in Class Two, and also her best friend, Yao Siyu. She smiled teasingly and said, "Oh, I get it. Are you looking for Ye Qingzhou?"

Xu Yuebing rolled her eyes at her, her expression full of disgust, clearly not wanting to answer such a boring question.

But Yao Siyu couldn't resist her curiosity and wanted to get to the bottom of things: "I heard you and him got engaged?"

Xu Yuebing frowned, her five slender white fingers gripping the sword hilt tightly. Her good upbringing made even her anger elegant: "Rumors."

"Hehe, I heard that you even gave him your ever-present sword, Flying Frost."

"Nonsense! He stole the sword; I didn't give it to him."

Xu Yuebing pursed her lips, feeling both ashamed and angry whenever the matter was brought up.

This was the first time in my life I had ever lost so badly.

Therefore, she was determined to personally reclaim this place no matter what, because she was Xu Yuebing!

Just as Xu Yuebing was pondering how to defeat Ye Qingzhou, avenge her previous humiliation, and reclaim her sword, an arrogant voice came from the entrance.

"Is this the swordsmanship club?"

The newcomer was tall and had long legs, with an imposing presence, and a simple, antique-style sword was hanging at his waist.

Although this sword has never been drawn, it is clearly no ordinary item. In particular, the hilt is engraved with a very distinctive symbol—a towering mountain and a winding river.

Xu Yuebing recognized the logo at a glance, and was quite surprised: "The 'Mountains and Waters' logo... Could this person be from Sanqing Mountain?"

Sanqing Mountain is one of the famous Taoist mountains, and it is also the place where the Yuqing, Shangqing and Taiqing sects gather. Since the rise of martial arts, the Sanqing sect has always advanced and retreated together. Relying on its profound cultivation foundation, it is a prestigious presence in the entire southern martial arts world. Its strength and status are far beyond what the Iron Fist Sect, a mere nobody, can compare to.

Even the Xu family of Linjiang is no match for the power of Sanqing Mountain.

"My name is Leon, and I come from Sanqing Mountain. I just transferred to Linjiang No.1 Middle School today. I heard that the sword club in the fighting center is full of experts, so I wanted to come and see for myself."

After entering, Leon looked around the room, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. However, his eyes only lingered briefly on Lu Yifan and Xu Yuebing, while he completely ignored the rest.

"Where's the expert we were promised? Where is he?"

The words had barely left his lips when they caused a huge uproar.

Zheng Zigang stood up angrily, and several senior members of the sword club behind him also looked at Leon with hostility.

"Are you deliberately picking a fight?"

"You dare to cause trouble in our swordsmanship club? You're asking for it!"

Seeing this, Leon was not afraid at all. Instead, his tone became even more contemptuous: "I have no interest in wasting my breath on you. Get out of here and let your strongest leader come out to see me."

Lu Yifan, who sat quietly to the side, sighed to himself. The sword club had been having a lot of trouble lately. First, Ye Qingzhou, who couldn't speak, came along, and now Leon, who had a foul mouth, came along. What a mess.

But given the current situation, even he, the head of the swordsmanship club, had no choice but to step forward.

"Leon, I am Lu Yifan."

"You? The head of the fencing club?"

Leon sized up Lu Yifan several times, then clicked his tongue and said, "The swordsmanship club at No. 1 High School is no good. Even someone like you can be the chief. But it doesn't matter. Now that I'm here, the history of the No. 1 High School swordsmanship club's poverty and weakness is completely over. Rejoice! Jump for joy! Come and welcome your new king!"

The fact that Leon could utter such ridiculously cheesy lines without batting an eye shows how worrying his mental state is.

Lu Yifan was easygoing, so he wasn't angered by Leon's words. However, Zheng Zigang had a much hotter temper. He drew his training wooden sword and launched a leaping slash straight at Leon's face: "You're so arrogant, still spouting nonsense! You don't take me seriously at all!"

"I want you to lie down right there and take my sword!"

As the second-ranked member of the swordsmanship club, Zheng Zigang's swordsmanship was already nearing mastery. His sword moved with the wind, causing a surge of air currents within the arena, as if an invisible force was gathering.

However, facing this sword strike that stirred up the air, Leon spoke with disdain, not even bothering to lift his eyelids: "Nonsense."

Then he took a deep breath and clenched his left hand, forming a Five Thunder Seal.

The five elements originate from the internal organs: the lungs belong to metal, the liver to wood, the heart to fire, the kidneys to water, and the spleen to earth. When the five elements interact, vitality flourishes, and the power of thunder is born.

"The five elements generate thunder, thunder!"

Leon's breath was like thunder, his voice shaking the surrounding area. With a single shout, he sent Zheng Zigang staggering and falling to the ground.

After shouting that, Leon beckoned to Lu Yifan and Xu Yuebing with his fingers: "In this huge swordsmanship club, only the two of you are somewhat decent. Come on, come at me together, fall to my sword, and then submit to me. From today onwards, you will learn to look up at my back, because only in this way can you see the most beautiful scenery of your life."

(End of this chapter)