Chapter 47: Jianming's Swordsmanship

  Yao Buping's voice was low and solemn, as if he were betting his entire life on this one gamble, it was no longer a small wager, but a bet on his future.

  When they heard this, Cai Qing's instructor's face also changed slightly, and the other instructors were also shocked. What was Yao Bu Ping thinking? He had always regarded the position of Institute Head as his life, but now he was actually using the position of Institute Head as a bet. Did he have an absolute guarantee of winning, or had his brain been kicked by a donkey?!

  Actually, Yao Buping was neither confident of winning nor had his brain kicked by a donkey.

  Yao Buping was cunning and treacherous, not a brainless person. In an instant, he had thought of a plan to take advantage of the situation and kill Cai Qing with one blow, avenging himself on Cai Qing.

  Qian Ming's current cultivation is already very strong in the eyes of many teachers and the head of the institute, defeating Zhang Kuang is only a matter of time.

  This kind of disciple is almost impossible to find in the entire Fei Yun Bie Yuan, and the change of the Top Three on the Heroic Roll has never happened before. Only when one of the top three disciples leaves for the inner sect will there be a major refresh of the Heroic Roll.

  But now Qian Ming has broken this convention, it can be imagined how powerful Qian Ming is. Yao Bu Ping saw the opportunity and seized it in an instant, forcing Cai Qing to make a bet.

  Although Yao Buping didn't have 100% confidence that Qian Ming would win, he had over 80%, so betting on him was like looking at the bottom card, and it was natural to bet big.

  Cai Qing didn't see the bottom card, and Qian Ming's bottom card had already been snatched away by Yao Bu Ping. So in this round of betting, Yao Bu Ping got an enormous advantage - how could he not make a big bet?

  Moreover, Yao Buping was not afraid of losing. Even if he lost the position of head of the institute, he could find a backer later and give Cai Qing an excuse to take it back. But Cai Qing was different, losing meant losing.

  This lucrative business, with Yao Buping being such a sinister and cunning person, would never let it go.

  Yao Buping settled the account at his maternal grandmother's house, without leaving out a single cent, but he didn't know that there were still variables in this, and human calculations can't compare to heavenly ones.

  Cai Qing's face slightly sank, and he took over Yao Bu Ping's words, saying: "Since the head of the institute wants to make a bet, and is so sincere about it, Cai Qing can only accompany him."

  "Hmph, you can just wait to hand over the 'Guiyuan Dan' then." Yao Buping let out a cold snort upon hearing this, his gaze once again turning towards the stage.

  At this moment, the duel between Qianming and Zhang Kuang on the arena was also nearing its end. Qianming was still vigorous and powerful, while Zhang Kuang was panting, his movements clumsy, his face flushed, and his speed greatly reduced. His swordsmanship was too violent, consuming too much energy, and now he was running out of breath, gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

  Who is strong and who is weak can be seen even by those who don't understand martial arts.

  "Zhang Shixiong, you're no match for me, admit defeat!" Qianming's sword sliced horizontally, its power splitting the air, sending Zhang Kuang retreating repeatedly, his breath and blood churning, his face darkening.

  "Haha... Warrior! Forever standing tall, never falling!" Zhang Kuang suddenly stood up straight, instantly straightening his waist, his momentum unabated, and burst out laughing, showing the dignity of a warrior.

  "Haha……then you can step down." Qian Ming smiled coldly, a flash of chilliness in his eyes. Suddenly, his palm shook violently and the treasure sword in his hand burst out with an intense sword hum. The sword seemed to become noodles in his hand, vibrating at high speed, splitting into hundreds of sword shadows, true energy bursting out, charging forward, clouds and mist swirling, sharp and agile.

  Splash!

  Qian Ming grasped his treasured sword and made a swift thrust. The blade's edge whipped up a gust of wind, its force like lightning, stabbing towards Zhang Kuang.

  Zhang Kuang was shocked and his face changed greatly, shouting: "What kind of swordsmanship is this!"

  However, at this moment, Qianming's treasured sword has arrived, like a raging storm, sweeping across the four directions, covering the heavenly spirit, and chopping down from above.

  Ding! Ding! Ding! Clang! Clang! Clang!

  In an instant, the dense and intense sound of clashing swords burst out, and the disciples saw that the two people on the stage had danced their swords into a whirlwind, their figures moving rapidly, already unable to distinguish whose sword was whose hand, in an extremely fierce and dazzling battle.

  Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

  At this moment, the Qianming sword suddenly changed its momentum, and with a loud shout, it launched three consecutive swords, splitting the air and forcing Zhang Kuang to retreat hastily, his tiger's mouth bursting open.

  "Get out!"

  Qian Ming let out a loud roar, his treasured sword swept across the bluestone ground, sending sparks flying everywhere. With this momentum, he suddenly bounced back, one foot firmly planted on the ground, and with a fierce kick, he violently kicked Zhang Kuang.

  Originally, Zhang Kuang was already forced to the edge of the arena. At this moment, Qian Ming kicked with one foot, and the power was immense, like wind and lightning, unavoidable. In a hurry, Zhang Kuang raised his sword to block, but only heard a dull thud, Zhang Kuang felt his arms numb, and a surge of unstoppable force came, his feet unstable, and he rolled off the arena.

  A collective gasp of cold air echoed through the arena, as everyone's eyes were fixed on Qian Ming standing majestically on the stage, his slender figure swaying gently in the wind, his long shirt fluttering, and his heroic spirit unparalleled.

  At first, they didn't think highly of Qianming's disciple, but now they were gloomy and silent, quietly lowering their heads.

  The disciples responsible for healing immediately went forward and took Zhang Kuang away for treatment.

  "Good, well done!" Yao Buping was the first to shout out, and at the same time he also gave Cai Qing a glance, his eyes full of provocation.

  Cai Qing smiled faintly, not thinking much of it. The two sword moves that Qian Ming used to defeat Zhang Kuang earlier were not the outer sect's Fei Ling Sword Art, but rather the inner sect's Chong Yun Sword Art, specifically using Fan Yun Style and Po Yun Style. Cai Qing furrowed his brow, wondering where Qian Ming had learned it from.

  But this is not considered cheating, it's using one's own strength.

  Xiao Chen also watched the entire match, and Qian Ming's strength exceeded Xiao Chen's expectations. He actually defeated Zhang Kuang, who was in a state of concentrated energy, with ease. This kind of power is not simple at all. Moreover, those last few sword moves made Xiao Chen feel that they were already considered high-level mortal-grade swordsmanship, far surpassing the Flying Spirit Swordsmanship.

  "What kind of person is this Qian Ming, who can control the Yōu Mèi poisonous smoke during the Huang Shi Town mission and now also has sword techniques outside of external martial arts? How many more aces does he have up his sleeve?"

  Xiao Chen secretly thought that he had an inexplicable feeling about Qian Ming, and began to be cautious of this person, perhaps Qian Ming would become his archenemy.

  The other inexplicable disciples had long been called to turn the sky, and they were shocked by Qianming's performance. Some praised him, some sighed, and there was a warm applause.

  Someone said: "Qianming Shixiong is awesome! As soon as he came on stage, I knew he would win for sure."

  "I also have the same feeling, Qianming Shixiong's dragon-like stride and tiger-like steps, his spirit is like a dragon and horse... this momentum, how can ordinary people compare to it..."

  "Those last two moves were so cool! I wish I had half of Senior Qianming's strength!"

  “……”

  All kinds of praise and envy rose, Qianming's performance undoubtedly made everyone in the audience excited, but the most excited was Dean Yao Buping.

  At this moment, Yao Buping looked at Cai Qing proudly and said: "Cai Qing, my junior brother, it's still possible to regret now. I'll just pretend that what you said before was nonsense."

  "Hehe... Don't be impatient, Eldest Senior Brother Mo, it's still too early to make a conclusion."

  Next, many disciples challenged, but all ended in failure. The strength of the disciples on the Yinghao list is outstanding and not anyone can defeat them at will.

  It wasn't until noon that no more disciples successfully challenged.

  Moreover, at noon, the sun was like fire, pouring down a large piece of sunlight, but the scene was not hot at all, making all the disciples listless and sluggish, just like eggplants that had been left out in the sun.

  Xiao Chen had yet to make a move, he was observing how many strong disciples this generation had. However, apart from Qian Ming, there didn't seem to be any others who stood out.

  Seeing no one was continuing the challenge, he prepared to make his move.

  "Is there anyone else who will challenge?" Cai Qing's voice rang out, and as he shouted this sentence, his gaze shot towards Xiao Chen.

  Xiao Chen also happened to see Cai Qing's gaze, and for a moment he was shocked. From Cai Qing's gaze, Xiao Chen saw 'encouragement', 'don't wait any longer', 'hurry up', 'I know your strength'...and so on.

  "What does he mean? Is Cai Qing implying that he's aware of my true strength?" Xiao Chen was slightly startled, feeling a sense of curiosity and unease, as if Cai Qing had seen right through him.

  Xiao Chen had wanted to go on stage all along, and now that he saw Cai Qing's gaze, how could he still sit there? He immediately stood up and walked towards the arena.

  "Who is this person? Haven't seen him much?"

  "I'm not sure either, probably the new one?"

  "What? A newcomer! Does a newcomer dare to challenge the disciples of the Yinghao List? Has your brain gone bad? Even if you're eager to make a name for yourself, this is too ignorant of the heights and depths!"

  "He's basically brain-dead, let's see how he gets defeated."

  Many disciples discussed and debated, but none of them thought highly of Xiao Chen, instead they thought Xiao Chen was brainless and eager for fame.

  However, at this moment, a disciple suddenly said: "No, I can't see through his cultivation, he's not a rookie!"

  "Huh? Really! My cultivation of the Fivefold Heaven's concentration can't see through this kid's cultivation, it seems he has some real power!"

  "It's not just some strength, he is concentrated in the seven heavens." But at this moment, a loud voice rang out.

  Upon hearing this, many of the disciples looked towards him. They saw that he was wearing a long blue shirt, with a face as white as jade, and an air of elegance and refinement about him.

  However, the emblem embroidered on this person's cyan long shirt was not a flowing cloud, but a war sword breaking through the flowing cloud, which is the emblem of the War Body Sect.

  In an instant, many disciples were shocked, how could a war body disciple come!

  No one in Fei Yun Bie Yuan knew this person, but if Xiao Chen were here now, he would definitely recognize him. This man was none other than Xi Men Wu Di.

  Moreover, Ximen Wudi was not the only one who came, there were seven others with him, all of whom were disciples of the War Body. The leader of the War Body disciples was an old man with white hair and beard, his eyes gleaming like a tiger's, exuding an aura of authority without even being angry.

  Upon seeing this situation, all of the disciples instantly understood that it was a high-ranking member of their sect who had come to observe this year's Hero Ranking Tournament.

  At this moment, the head of the hospital, Yao Buping, and Cai Qing, a teacher, came out to greet them, indirectly explaining the status of these visitors, who were indeed high-ranking members of the sect.