I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 62 I, Ye Qingzhou, am asking for a beating.

In the pouring rain, the clanging sound of chains being cut suddenly rang out.

A figure leaped from the large pit below the arena, soaring into the air.

His right hand held a sinister longsword that exuded a bloodthirsty aura, while his left hand remained in a grappling position, holding a magnificent greatsword that was as black as ink and adorned with golden dragon patterns.

This person is none other than Duan Ming, the martial arts expert who previously caused a great disturbance in the old wharf cargo area of ​​Linjiang City, an S-class wanted criminal of the Eastern Extremity Kingdom, with a bounty of up to 1000 million.

In reality, no one would hunt down a powerful martial artist at the half-step master level for a mere 1000 million.

This is no longer a super strong opponent that can be defeated by simply overwhelming numbers.

Ghost Sword Sorrow used a high-level movement technique to traverse the air, standing proudly high in the sky. At the same time, he laughed wildly and unleashed his high-level mental technique, Blood Prison Forest, which instantly caused widespread mental pollution within a three-mile radius.

Countless spectators were trapped in a bloody hell, screaming and wailing incessantly, creating chaos at the scene.

Even the martial arts geniuses who came to watch the battle were not all able to resist the erosion of their minds; large beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Even Leon and Liu Dingjian, who were ranked in the top four, struggled a lot to break free from their mental nightmare, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

Seeing that Xu Yuebing was completely unharmed, just like Ye Qingzhou, Leon couldn't help but complain, "It's one thing for Master Ye, but why are you also immune to Ghost Sword Sorrow's mental suppression?"

Xu Yuebing naturally wouldn't reveal the secret of the Heart Sword, so she smiled smugly: "Do you think everyone is as mentally fragile as you?"

"Am I emotionally fragile?"

Leon was furious when he heard this. He was a man determined to become a martial saint, with an iron will, and he would never allow himself to be slandered like this.

"Teacher Ye, you be the judge!"

Ye Qingzhou was clearly not listening to their argument, but sighed, "Couldn't you have waited until after the awards ceremony to make a scene? Now that things have turned out like this, we don't even know if we'll get the award."

10 yuan may not seem like much, but every little bit helps.

Xu Yuebing and Lei Ang were speechless upon hearing this. Even at this moment, Ye Qingzhou was still thinking about receiving the award!

At this very moment, a fierce battle had already broken out in the sky above the Tianxin Arena.

Gui Jianchou, carrying the Emperor Sword Longyuan, tried to leave, but was stopped by Liu Yiming: "Gui Jianchou, put down Longyuan."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Then die."

The two sides disagreed on a single point and immediately went to war.

Immediately, a massive clash of sword energies began, the scene so grand it resembled a war, as if two battalion-level artillery units equipped with multi-barrel rocket launchers were firing at each other from a distance. Hundreds of sword energies bombarded the sky relentlessly, creating countless fireworks.

Such a "simple and unadorned" exchange of attacks is truly dazzling.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The continuous explosions echoed across the sky, like rolling thunder.

Leon stared in disbelief: "Holy crap, are these two trying to tear a hole in the sky?"

The fierce fight between Duan Ming and Liu Yiming has exceeded the imagination of non-professional martial artists, and even for many professional martial artists, the strength of these two is beyond their reach.

Standing beside Leon, Ye Qingzhou looked at the two proud figures standing above him, and the sword intent in his heart was also stirring: "Such peerless masters, I really want to have a match with them."

Xu Yuebing was terrified upon hearing this: "Ye Qingzhou, don't do anything foolish! People will die!"

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening."

"...You're a madman!"

Xu Yuebing stomped her feet in anger; Ye Qingzhou was just too much of a worry.

In order to stop Ye Qingzhou from going mad, Xu Yuebing and Lei Ang planned to forcibly drag him away.

At that moment, inside the arena, many spectators, with Nangong Yi's help, escaped their mental nightmare and began to flee in panic.

Fortunately, Mingjian Group was well-prepared, having arranged a large number of personnel on duty and had its own evacuation plan.

"Please leave the scene in an orderly manner. Do not panic. The Wushu Association's enforcement team has arrived. Everyone is safe!"

Nangong Yi's voice dominated the entire venue, his tone gentle and warm, mixed with a peculiar mental fluctuation, which suppressed the anxiety and unease of the audience in just a few breaths.

Tens of thousands of people were eventually evacuated from the Qianzi District in an orderly manner.

As Xu Yuebing and Lei Ang walked out of the arena with the crowd, they looked back and, lo and behold, Ye Qingzhou was nowhere to be seen!

"Where's Master Ye? Where's my Master Ye, such a great man!"

"It's so annoying! Of all times, it has to be at times like this. What is he thinking about all day long?!"

…………

Boom boom boom~

The war continues.

Duan Ming and Liu Yiming fought their way from the sky to the ground, leaving devastation in their wake. The surroundings looked as if they had been plowed by cannonballs, a scene of utter devastation.

"What a troublesome guy, even more difficult to deal with than that bitch Xu Yunxi. What are these young people eating to grow up? They're all ridiculously strong!"

Duan Ming grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed. While inwardly complaining, he fought and retreated, ready to flee at any moment.

Just as Duan Ming made a feint, deceiving Liu Yiming's prediction and about to break free from the entanglement, a vast sword aura, as powerful as a river, suddenly arrived.

"Holy crap, a sword across the river!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Duan Ming desperately unleashed the Blood River Sword Qi, barely managing to block the attack. However, his internal blood and qi churned, causing him to suffer from various injuries.

Even worse, Liu Yiming, the pursuer he had just shaken off, caught up with him again, putting him in a pincer movement and leaving him in a dilemma.

"Since you are such a distinguished guest, why be in such a hurry to leave? Why not stay a few cups of tea, and let me, Liu, fulfill my duty as a host?"

Liu Haochi arrived gracefully, his elegant figure still as charming as ever, despite being middle-aged.

"Hmph, the legendary 'One Sword Across the River' was said to have killed people like cutting grass, leaving no sound when they landed. I dare not drink your tea."

Duan Ming inwardly groaned. Liu Yiming was already troublesome, but Liu Haochi was a renowned martial arts master whose swordsmanship was unparalleled and far beyond his reach.

wow~

Suddenly, a torrential downpour began.

This time, however, the rain was filled with a chilling murderous intent that made people uneasy.

Liu Haochi stopped in his tracks, his expression growing serious as the rain intensified: "I was unaware that the Rain Master had descended; I have failed to greet you properly."

Before anyone knew it, a tall man was standing next to Duan Ming. He stood tall in the rain, like a majestic mountain.

Yu Shi glanced at Duan Ming: "Take Long Yuan and leave. I'll take care of the other two."

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Duan Ming turned and left.

Liu Haochi and his son Liu Yiming dared not move an inch, for they had already been locked onto by the Rain Master's divine sense, and any slight movement would be met with a thunderous strike.

Once Duan Ming's figure disappeared into the rain, the Rain Master waved to the father and son: "I'm in a hurry, you two, come on together."

…………

Before Duan Ming could even catch his breath after escaping, he encountered an uninvited guest blocking his way.

"My name is Ye Qingzhou. I have come here today only to seek your guidance on the sword. I humbly request your instruction."

(End of this chapter)