CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: I, YE QINGZHOU, AM ASKING FOR A BEATING

Amidst the torrential rain, a sudden clanging sound of chains being severed echoed.

A figure leaped into the air from the pit beneath the arena, soaring skyward.

In his right hand, he held a sinister longsword exuding Blood Evil Qi, while his left hand maintained a grip posture, clutching a magnificent great sword as black as ink with golden dragon engravings.

This man was none other than Ghost Sword Sorrow Duann Ming, the martial arts powerhouse who had previously wreaked havoc at the old Linjiang City dock area, an S-Class fugitive from Dongji Kingdom, with a bounty of up to 10 million.

In fact, no one would willingly pursue a strong martial artist of Half-Step Master Level for a mere 10 million reward.

Such a mighty force is beyond the ability to be subdued by sheer numbers.

Ghost Sword Sorrow used High-Tier Body Technique Martial Technique, Soaring Void Crossing, to stand proudly high above the sky, simultaneously laughing wildly, and unleashed his High-Tier Heart Method Martial Technique, Boundless Blood Hell, instantly causing widespread mental pollution within a radius of three miles.

Countless spectators fell into Boundless Blood Hell in spirit and consciousness, screaming in anguish, creating chaos on site.

Even martial arts prodigies who came to watch the battle couldn’t all withstand the mental invasion, as beads of sweat as large as beans formed on their foreheads.

Leon and Liu Dingjian, ranked within the top four, struggled to break free from the spiritual nightmare, with their backs drenched in cold sweat.

Leon saw Xu Yuebing and Ye Qingzhou unaffected, and couldn’t help but complain: "It’s one thing for you, Master Ye, but why aren’t you affected by Ghost Sword Sorrow’s spiritual suppression?"

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

"Mentally fragile?"

Leon was upset upon hearing this; he was a man dedicated to becoming a Martial Saint, with a mind as strong as iron, refusing to allow such slander.

"Master Ye, you decide who’s right!"

Ye Qingzhou was obviously not paying attention to the argument between the two, and sighed: "Can’t it wait till the award ceremony is over to cause trouble? Now that it’s turned into this, I wonder if we can even get the reward."

Though 100,000 isn’t much, even a mosquito’s legs are still meat.

Xu Yuebing and Leon were speechless, so focused on getting the prize at this moment!

Meanwhile, a fierce battle erupted in the sky above the Celestial Heart Arena.

Ghost Sword Sorrow, wielding Emperor’s Sword Longyuan, attempted to leave but was intercepted by Liu Yiming: "Ghost Sword Sorrow, put down Longyuan."

"Screw you!"

"Then perish."

The moment escalated quickly, and the battle began directly.

A vast confrontation of sword qi ensued immediately, with the spectacle resembling a war like two battalion-level artillery units firing multiple rocket launchers at each other from a distance, with hundreds of sword qi launched as if money were no object, exploding into countless fireworks in the sky.

This "simple and unadorned" offensive was truly dazzling.

Bang~ Bang~ Bang~ Bang~ Bang~

The continuous explosive sounds resonated through the sky like rolling thunder.

Leon watched with his mouth agape: "Damn, are these two trying to break a hole in the sky?"

Duann Ming and Liu Yiming’s fierce battle had gone beyond the imagination of non-professional martial artists, and even for many professional martial artists, their strength rendered them unapproachable.

Standing beside Leon, Ye Qingzhou gazed at the silhouettes standing proudly overhead, and the Sword Intent in his heart also stirred: "Such peerless masters, I truly want to have a spar with them."

Xu Yuebing was scared witless upon hearing this: "Ye Qingzhou, don’t be foolish, it would be deadly!"

"To hear the Dao in the morning, one can die at dusk."

"...You madman!"

Xu Yuebing stomped her foot in frustration, feeling anxious over Ye Qingzhou’s recklessness.

To prevent Ye Qingzhou from acting impulsively, Xu Yuebing and Leon planned to forcibly drag him away.

Meanwhile, inside the arena, many spectators escaped the mental nightmare with Nan Gongyi’s help, and began fleeing in panic.

Fortunately, Mingjian Group had anticipated this and arranged plenty of personnel on duty, along with a pre-emptive evacuation plan.

"Everyone, please leave the premises orderly; do not panic. The Martial Arts Association’s enforcement team has arrived, and everyone is safe!"

Nan Gongyi’s voice dominated the scene, his tone calm and gentle, mixed with a peculiar spiritual wave, pacifying the anxiety and unease of the spectators within a few breaths.

Tens of thousands ultimately evacuated the Qian District in an orderly fashion.

As Xu Yuebing and Leon followed the crowd out of the arena doors, they looked back and realized that Ye Qingzhou was gone!

"Where’s Master Ye? Where’s my dear Master Ye!"

"So annoying, at a time like this, what’s always on his mind?"

......

Bang bang bang~

The fierce battle continued.

Duann Ming and Liu Yiming battled from sky to ground, devastating the scenery wherever they went, leaving the surroundings looking as if they had been plowed by artillery shells.

"Troublesome fellow, even more difficult than Xu Yunxi’s annoying woman. What are young people eating these days to become so absurdly strong?"

Duann Ming grew more apprehensive the longer the battle went, quietly critiquing in his heart while preparing for an escape at any moment.

Just as Duann Ming made a feint, dodging Liu Yiming’s prediction and was about to escape the entanglement, a vast sword qi like a flowing river swept toward him.

"Damn, a sword across the river!"

In the moment of life and death, Blood River Sword Qi was desperately urged, narrowly blocking the strike, but his internals roiled with Qi and Blood, suffering from internal injuries.

To make matters worse, Liu Yiming, who was just about to be shaken off, had once again caught up, putting Duann Ming in a pincer attack that left him unable to advance or retreat.

"Honored guest, why hurry to leave? Why not stay and have a few cups of crude tea, allowing Liu to play host?"

Elegant Liu Haoci appeared gracefully, despite his middle age, still maintaining the charm and grace of yesteryears.

"Hmph, the rumor of a sword across the river, killing people like cutting grass, landing silently. I dare not drink your tea."

Duann Ming grumbled inwardly; Liu Yiming was already tough, but Liu Haoci was the renowned Martial Arts Master, his swordsmanship was unconquerable, completely unmatched by Duann.

Whoa~

Suddenly, torrential rain poured down.

But this time, the curtain of rain was filled with chilling killing intent, stirring unease.

Liu Haoci halted, his expression turning solemn with the rain: "Didn’t realize Rain Master had arrived, my apologies for holding back the welcome."

A stately man had already appeared beside Duann Ming at some point, standing firm in the rain like a towering mountain.

Rain Master glanced at Duann Ming: "Take Longyuan and leave; leave these two to me."

"Understood."

Duann Ming didn’t hesitate and immediately turned to leave.

Liu Haoci and Liu Yiming, however, dared not move an inch, as Rain Master’s Divine Thought had locked onto them. Any slight movement would prompt a thunderous strike.

Once Duann Ming’s silhouette vanished within the curtain of rain, Rain Master beckoned to the father and son: "I’m in a hurry, so you two, come at me together."

......

The fleeing Duann Ming hadn’t even caught his breath before encountering an unwelcome guest blocking the path.

"My name is Ye Qingzhou, and today I come seeking a duel. Won’t you kindly share your swordsmanship?"