I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 74 You can't understand human language, huh?

Linjiang No.1 Middle School has suffered three consecutive defeats!

Moreover, even Lei Dao Miao Yi, who was highly anticipated by everyone, was defeated. Miao Yi even tried his best, but he couldn't even make the opponent lose health.

The gap is so large that it's despair-inducing.

Xu Lan's brows furrowed deeply. This outcome was truly unexpected and gave her a terrible headache: "Song Xin hasn't even closed his pores yet, how could he possibly have mastered True Qi Martial Armor?"

Xu Lan was completely baffled by this matter.

It should be noted that although professional martial artists on Earth have nine ranks, they are actually divided into three major levels.

The first to third stages allow one to transform internal energy into martial arts true qi, and the strength of the body's muscles can withstand small-caliber bullets; these are the lower three stages.

From the fourth to the sixth stage, the true qi protects the body on its own, resonating with each other in the cells to generate a force field that can withstand rifle bullets; this is the middle three stages.

Levels seven through nine involve the divine sense interacting with heaven and earth, and the true energy merging with nature, enabling the transfer of damage received, which is sufficient to withstand anti-material weapons; these are the upper three levels.

True Qi Armor is a life-saving divine skill that only martial artists of the fourth rank or above are qualified to condense, and only a few geniuses can master it.

Song Xin doesn't even have true qi right now, so where would he get a true qi armor?

Xu Lan couldn't help but glance at Yuan Hao out of the corner of her eye. She had previously thought that this martial arts master, who had only recently gained fame in Linjiang City, was just someone Yingjie had promoted and hyped up. She hadn't expected that he actually had some real skills.

At this moment, Yuan Hao sat in the spectator stands, expressionless, his gaze as calm and composed as ever, as if Song Xin's victory was nothing to boast about.

"So weak, so incredibly weak! Does the No. 1 High School's fighting center not even have a single person who can fight?"

Song Xin stood on the ring, his expression and tone utterly contemptuous.

Zheng Zigang, sitting in the audience, immediately flew into a rage and stood up angrily: "You've only defeated a few lackeys, and you're already showing off here? Do you really think you're invincible? Defeat the strongest fighter from our No. 1 Middle School's Fighting Center first!"

Song Xin looked completely confused: "Who's the best at your school right now?"

"Of course it's Ye Qingzhou, could it be me?"

Xu Lan then walked over to Ye Qingzhou and asked in a low voice, "Are you confident? Our school can't afford to lose again, so you not only have to win, but you have to win spectacularly and save face for our school."

If we lose again, Yingjie will strip us bare. How can we then call ourselves "the top school in Linjiang"?

This is not just a nominal title; it also involves the allocation of education funds and concerns the livelihoods of many people.

Ye Qingzhou blinked: "Teacher Xu, to be honest, I really can't muster any enthusiasm for this kind of childish game."

Seeing that Ye Qingzhou was only acting out of self-interest, Xu Lan wasn't surprised.

She knew that talking to Ye Qingzhou about "bringing glory to the school" at this time would be like casting pearls before swine.

Left with no other option, Xu Lan resorted to enticing him with benefits: "The school recently secured a batch of golden silk jujubes, which are very helpful for Yi Jin Jing (a traditional Chinese medicine technique)."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou immediately adopted a dignified and serious expression: "Teacher Xu, don't worry. No. 1 Middle School is my alma mater. It is our duty to bring glory to the school."

After saying that, Ye Qingzhou stood up, walked onto the stage, and did a few warm-up exercises in front of Song Xin.

"You're Ye Qingzhou?"

"it's me."

Ye Qingzhou put his hands on his hips, twisted his waist and swayed his hips, moving his spine, his expression nonchalant.

This action made Song Xin extremely unhappy.

He was always the one who looked down on others; when had he ever been looked down upon like this?

After glancing at the sword pouch Ye Qingzhou had left on the seat, Song Xin asked again, "Where's your sword? Did you forget to take it?"

"unnecessary."

Having finished his warm-up exercises, Ye Qingzhou beckoned to the entire Yingjie Middle School team: "It's too much trouble to fight them one by one, so come at me all at once."

Wow~

Such outrageous remarks immediately caused an uproar among the audience.

Everyone wore expressions of disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.

"Holy crap, Pighead Ye, stop going crazy!"

"Is Ye Qingzhou really that arrogant now?"

"He wants to take on the entire opposing team by himself?"

On the arena, Song Xin looked at Ye Qingzhou with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot: "You alone, you want to fight against all six of our outstanding talents?"

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "No, no, no, you misunderstood. When I said 'all of them,' I meant all twenty-one of your team members who have left. That way, you might not lose so badly."

Song Xin scoffed, "Are you sure?"

Ye Qingzhou sighed: "It seems you don't quite understand when I speak in plain language, so I'll say it again in a language you can understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingzhou's figure vanished instantly.

Song Xin gasped and was about to assume a defensive stance, but before his body could react, Ye Qingzhou's hand covered his entire face.

First, everything went black, and then Song Xin felt dizzy and disoriented.

Then, he was struck hard on the back of the head, foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness.

Ye Qingzhou slowly stood up, while Song Xin's head had already been pressed into the ground, "planted" on the arena like a rice seedling.

"Will doing this make you see the difference between us?"

On the arena, Ye Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

Outside the arena, all was silent. Everyone stared blankly at Song Xin, who had been "planted" into the ground by Ye Qingzhou, unable to come back to their senses for a moment.

"What just happened?"

"How did Song Xin fall from grace?"

"Goodness, Song Xin has really 'fallen' this time."

"Planting trees is about educating people!"

In the stands, Leon was dumbfounded: "How did Master Ye win? What happened to Song Xin's invincibility? Wasn't he supposed to be able to withstand even Miao Yi's ultimate move?"

Miao Yi first frowned in thought, then quickly understood the reason: "I see."

"What did you figure out?"

When faced with Leon's question, Miao Yi ignored it completely and simply closed his eyes while holding the Miao sword in his seat.

He had just suffered a great loss in his battle with Song Xin, and now he needed to conserve his energy and recover his strength.

"Hey, say something!"

"Stop arguing, can't you see that?"

Xu Yuebing had been by Ye Qingzhou's side the longest and had also learned the Heart Sword technique. Now, her eyesight and knowledge had greatly improved, so she analyzed the details of the battle just now: "Song Xin's Overlord Body needs to be activated with internal energy, and it is not always active. So as long as the attack is fast enough, so that he doesn't have time to react, you can win in one blow."

At this moment, the members of the Yingjie team finally came to their senses.

"Song Xin actually lost?"

"And he didn't even manage to parry a single move!"

"Was it carelessness, or was the battle with Miao Yi just now too exhausting?"

"Neither."

Yuan Hao pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. At this moment, his eyes showed no anger or frustration at Song Xin's failure, but rather a hint of excitement, as if he had found some rare treasure.

"Wow, amazing! I never imagined Linjiang No. 1 High School had such a genius!"

Yuan Hao could hardly contain his elation and excitement.

"At only sixteen years old, he has already entered the realm of divine speed. Such talent surpasses even Zhang Xinwu's; he must have awakened a special ancient bloodline!"

"No, I must collect his blood; it will definitely be helpful for subsequent experiments."

(End of this chapter)