I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 50 Dump Truck, Start!

The next morning, there was a knock on the door.

Do do do~

Who is it?

"Hello, are you Ye Qingzhou?"

When Ye Qingzhou opened the door, he saw that the person who came to see him was an old man in his sixties. The man was carrying a box and was dressed very well, but the smile on his face gave people a sense of hypocrisy and pretense.

"Who are you?"

"Could I come in and talk further?"

Ye Qingzhou let the old man into the house, casually picked up a cup of tea and drank it himself, too lazy to pour one for the other man: "Explain your purpose, keep it simple, don't waste my time."

"Okay, I like straightforward people like you, Ye."

The old man then placed the briefcase on the coffee table, unlocked it, revealed a large amount of cash inside, and made his demand: "Here's two million. I hope you lose the next match."

Ye Qingzhou glanced at the money in the briefcase and chuckled softly, "I like your money, but your words make me very unhappy."

"Ye, you're still young, you'll have another chance next year, why act impulsively? If you don't have enough money, I can add more."

"Besides money, I prefer advanced martial arts techniques. Can you afford them?"

"Student Ye, you jest. Even martial arts families and large schools keep high-level martial arts techniques secret. How could I possibly possess them?"

"Then there's nothing more to say."

Ye Qingzhou, too lazy to waste words, got up to see the guest out.

"Ye, are you really not going to reconsider?"

Ye Qingzhou didn't speak, but simply raised the teacup in his hand.

How ungrateful!

The old man cursed inwardly. After leaving the house, he went to another floor and entered another room: "Young master, he refused."

"Damn it, this lowly commoner dares to put on airs with me?"

In a fit of rage, Li Wei crushed the glass of spirit wine in his hand, letting the blood-red spirit wine seep out between his fingers.

After venting his anger, he revealed a fierce expression: "Same as always, find someone to cripple him!"

"I understand, young master."

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Before the round of 16 begins, all participants have two days of rest.

These two days are for the contestants to adjust their condition, especially those who have been pushing themselves too hard. They can use these two days to receive treatment or recover.

The organizers can also use these two days to promote the event, generate buzz, and attract more attention to the Qinglan Sword Fighting Tournament, thereby enhancing the social influence of the Mingjian Group.

Soon, throughout the entire Star City, debates about the sword fighting tournament could be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys.

Whether it's the three favorites to win the championship or the martial arts prodigies who have already qualified, they have all become topics of conversation among people from all walks of life.

This brought unimaginable fame and fortune to the young athletes, and a new world of extravagance and indulgence was slowly opening up to them.

Ignoring the outside noise, Ye Qingzhou left the hotel with his sword pouch on his back and found a quiet spot in a nearby park to organize his loot.

He has gained a lot from this trip. So far, he has obtained five mid-level martial arts skills: Swift Step, Snow Walk, Rock Guard, Overlapping Waves, and Fast and Slow Sword. He has even obtained a high-level martial arts skill: Heavenly Net Sword.

As for the Illusion Sword, since he had only watched the video and had not witnessed it in person, Ye Qingzhou currently only understood the principle and could not perceive the opponent's internal energy circulation through the Cicada Sense, so he did not know the specific cultivation method.

If you want to steal a move, you can only wait until Xu Yuebing and Liang Sheng fight before you can get a glimpse of it.

"Right now, in terms of foundation, I am still far inferior to Zhu Jinfeng, Liu Dingjian and Lei Ang. It seems that I am at a great disadvantage without martial arts skills."

Ye Qingzhou could tell from Leon's reaction that the power of the Martial Bone was definitely extraordinary.

"I need a powerful force capable of countering the Martial Bone..."

The path of martial arts is something that people discover through trial and error. As more people walk it, it becomes a broad and easy road.

Those who come later may very well forge new paths!

With this belief in breaking through his own limits, Ye Qingzhou circulated all six types of internal energy in his body. In the past few days, he had witnessed many martial arts geniuses combining two types of internal energy to create new moves. At this moment, inspiration struck and all sorts of ideas came to him.

"My Dragon-Shaped Sword Qi Slash can already twist the power of the six forces into one rope, but the method is too crude, and there is still huge potential to be explored."

Ye Qingzhou pondered and deduced in his mind, combining his previous life's cultivation of Gang Jin, and soon came up with a corresponding idea: "All things are born from Qi, and Qi is nothing more than Yin and Yang."

Once a thought arises, the internal energy within the dantian changes accordingly.

Ye Qingzhou pushed the fire to its perfect state, achieving a new dynamic balance with the wind.

Originally, after swallowing the Jiaoli Fire Date, the dragon and tiger image in Ye Qingzhou's body was that the wind was the dragon, with the wind as the main force, which in turn drove the other five forces of fire, mountain, forest, yin and thunder to become tigers, intertwining with each other to form a Taiji harmonious image.

Now, with a change of perspective, the three forces of wind, mountain, and yin become the dragon, while the three forces of fire, forest, and thunder become the tiger, and the atmosphere within the dantian becomes more balanced.

The two streams of energy, representing yin and yang respectively, began to circulate continuously, endlessly generating new life.

This is not over yet!

Then Ye Qingzhou used the "Baodan" technique from internal martial arts to regulate the opening and closing of the dantian, controlling the surging flow of internal energy.

At first, it was a slow opening and closing motion. As the movements became more skillful and the frequency increased, the range of opening and closing became smaller and tighter, and the surge and burst of internal energy almost became one.

The opening and closing of the dantian was like popping beans, as if a high-powered engine had been installed in Ye Qingzhou's abdomen. The high-frequency micro-vibration of his internal energy successfully stimulated the sympathetic nerves in his coccyx, causing his muscles and bones to tremble as well.

Rumble~

Ye Qingzhou vaguely heard the sound of waves in his mind, as loud as thunder!

A terrifying power is sprouting within Ye Qingzhou's body.

Normal martial artists unleash their internal energy outside the body; no one would dare to test it on their own body like Ye Qingzhou!

If he hadn't possessed such exquisite skill that he could perfectly control his body, he would probably be bleeding from all seven orifices and exploding to death by now.

Rumble~

The roaring waves and thunderous sounds within his body surged endlessly, like a roaring engine, and the violent power even gave Ye Qingzhou the illusion that he could tear the sky apart.

"This power uses internal energy as fuel and operates in a way similar to a car engine. In the future, its power will increase as my foundation strengthens, so let's call it First Gear."

Ye Qingzhou felt the surging power within his body and was overjoyed. This feeling of progress was truly intoxicating.

Just as Ye Qingzhou was engrossed in cultivation, a dirty dump truck was parked outside the park. Inside the driver's seat, two lewd-looking men were staring intently in Ye Qingzhou's direction.

"Brother-in-law, are we really going to crash into it?"

"You coward! How can you produce anything without guts? Your sister is pregnant now. If I don't earn money, how will I support the family? Do you want your nephew to lose at the starting line?"

"But if we do this kind of thing too often, won't we eventually bring about our own downfall?"

"You're spouting rhymes all the time, you want to take the postgraduate entrance exam? Hurry up, grab the steering wheel and get moving!"

(End of this chapter)