Chapter 70: How Can Someone Be Such a Jerk?

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: How Can Someone Be Such a Jerk?

Boom~

The door to the Swordsmanship Club was forcefully pushed open. Miao Yi entered aggressively with the members of the Miao Blade Club: "Where’s Ye Qingzhou? Tell him to come see me."

"Heh, you think you can see Master Ye? Ask the sword in my hand first!"

Leon took a deep breath, his throat inflating like a balloon.

Jiang Ang~

The hall instantly echoed with a loud frog croak, thunderous and deafening.

Fishing Toad Skill, Thunder-Swallowing!

As thunder entered his belly, Leon’s aura suddenly surged, then activated Thunder’s Inner Breath, evolving into the Five Qi of Thunder.

The Five Qi were born from the organs: lung metal, liver wood, heart fire, kidney water, spleen earth. Under the symbiosis, vitality flourished, birthing Thunderbolt Power.

"Five Qi Thunder, boom."

Leon shouted deeply, swinging his sword down. Instantly, real thunder seemed to strike, its power overwhelming and unparalleled.

Yet, as fierce as Leon was, Miao Yi was even fiercer.

"Showing off in front of an expert."

Miao Yi’s face was stern. Facing Leon’s attack, he remained calm, his expression serene as he took a deep breath, slightly lowering his stance.

He adopted a posture with chest sunken and back bent, abdomen drawn in and hips contracted, then used his waist to drive the blade, moving sinuously like a snake.

The Miao Blade, seemingly slow but actually fast, rang out as it unsheathed.

Miao Blade Path, Forest Technique, Snake Twine!

Even among the One-Slash Sect’s mid-tier martial techniques, Snake Twine didn’t rank for damage.

But this move had a very practical feature: it could entangle the opponent’s weapon!

Used at this moment, it was perfect!

Clang~

After a violent clash, Leon felt his momentum was like a cow in a swamp, losing his balance as he leaned forward.

Oh no!

With his heart racing, just as Leon was about to retreat, a large knife handle suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

Boom~

Leon was sent flying backward, and from the crisp sound, it was known he had a sturdy head.

Miao Yi slowly sheathed his sword, commenting blandly: "Five Thunders Seal, okay. You, not okay."

"Whoa, Leon got taken out in a second!"

"Someone’s here to cause trouble, quick, call Buddha Ye Lai!"

Ye Qingzhou, holding an Iron Feather Chicken leg, was pulled into the Swordsmanship Club by Zheng Zigang, while Leon was hot-compressing his swollen forehead with a salt bag. Everyone present turned their gaze toward him.

"You are Ye Qingzhou?"

Miao Yi scrutinized the person before him. To him, Ye Qingzhou, aside from being handsome, appeared rather unremarkable, so he spoke rudely: "The allocation of rare treasures should belong to those with virtue."

Ye Qingzhou munched on the chicken leg, looking enlightened: "Oh, you’re here to cause trouble. Understood."

The two exchanged glances, nodding at each other.

Meeting an opponent, the battle commenced!

Ye Qingzhou held the chicken leg in his left hand, beckoning Miao Yi with his right: "No need for words, just make your move."

Upon hearing this, Miao Yi frowned, glancing at the three swords on Ye Qingzhou’s back: "Aren’t you drawing your sword?"

"No need."

"You’re looking down on me?"

"I don’t even know you."

"I am Miao Yi."

"Uh-huh, and then? Can we start?"

Hearing Miao Yi introduce himself, Ye Qingzhou showed no reaction. To him, even the so-called five Celestial Kings of First High School were less important than the fried Iron Feather Chicken leg in his hand.

"Arrogant."

Miao Yi’s eyes turned cold. Since he started learning martial arts, no one had ever looked down on him like this.

Daring to fight me with a chicken leg?

You will pay for your arrogance!

With an angry shout, Miao Yi didn’t show mercy to Ye Qingzhou. To give him a profound lesson, he went all out.

He swiftly moved, his body driving the blade, the blade following the person’s movement, cutting with a force like breaking bamboo,

Miao Blade Path, Thunderous, Roaring Tiger!

Roar~

This strike appeared to truly swallow ten thousand miles like a tiger.

As a rare mid-tier martial technique with spiritual suppression, Roaring Tiger’s power was truly earth-shattering.

Before the blade arrived, its aura had already struck first.

Leon’s thunder stance was equally fierce, but mentally, he lacked Miao Yi’s tiger-like dominance, far from mastering the essence of the thunder stance.

While Miao Yi, who had reached the Great Success Realm of the thunder stance, was a true martial genius who had mastered its essence.

Instantly, everyone in the Swordsmanship Club felt worried for Ye Qingzhou, as Miao Yi’s blade was too ferocious and powerful, like a roaring tiger, enveloped in thunder, rushing towards Ye Qingzhou.

Until Ye Qingzhou, eating his chicken leg, raised a hand.

In front of everyone, he gently grasped.

Just like that, Ye Qingzhou shattered Miao Yi’s surging thunder and crushed the high spirits of the entire Miao Blade Club.

Between his fingers, sword qi flowed, its sound resonating, forming an invisible barrier on Ye Qingzhou’s palm, insurmountable.

Ye Qingzhou grasped Miao Yi’s blade in his palm, no matter how hard Miao Yi tried to retrieve it, it didn’t budge an inch.

As if pressing the blade were not five fingers, but a mountain.

"Had enough fun?"

Ye Qingzhou bit into the chicken leg, his tone devoid of emotion: "You just mentioned those with virtue, right? Starting today, we’ll reduce Miao Blade Club’s resource allocation by thirty percent."

Miao Yi said nothing, but the people behind him, like Wang Kai, protested: "Why?"

"We’ve already had our share reduced, now another thirty percent?"

"We absolutely disagree!"

Ye Qingzhou’s eyes turned cold, and then he unleashed his sword intent, his spiritual pressure enveloping the room.

"Ah!"

The members of Miao Blade Club couldn’t withstand this spiritual intimidation, immediately being pressed to their knees, as if carrying three mountains, unable to straighten their backs.

"You seem to have misunderstood something, I’m not negotiating with you."

Ye Qingzhou’s gaze swept across, his tone indifferent: "Anyone else who wants to object, stand up."

Wang Kai gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, but he couldn’t stand up no matter what, his spirit felt a sword suspended over his head, making him tremble.

"Since no one’s standing, that’s settled then."

Ye Qingzhou nodded with satisfaction.

The great philosopher Brother Wen once said, whoever’s fist is bigger is right.

Now I’ve convinced everyone with reason and virtue, and indeed, I’ve earned their approval.

Xu Yuebing watched silently, speechless.

Are the members of Miao Blade Club not wanting to stand?

They just can’t stand, okay!

Ye Qingzhou released Miao Yi’s blade and even patted his shoulder encouragingly: "Your sword technique is alright, keep it up. For the next two terms, let me be the one in charge of the Fighting Center. After I graduate, I will fully support you as the head."

Miao Yi’s mouth twitched, but seeing the clear five finger marks on the blade tip, he decided not to bother with Ye Qingzhou.

Xu Yuebing couldn’t help but quip: "You, surely you did that on purpose, right? Senior Brother Miao graduates next year."

Ye Qingzhou turned his head, nonchalant: "He can repeat a year."

Miao Yi tightly gripped the blade handle, so frustrated he was speechless.

How could Linjiang First High School have such a despicable person?