"Ye Qingzhou! Why is he at your place?"
Xu Yuebing spoke angrily and stord over to demand an explanation from Ye Qingzhou. Today, she made a big splash at the seat competition, clearing her past humiliation. Happy with her success, she went to celebrate with Yaoo Siyu and Sunx Yanhong, hence she arrived half an hour late.
But as soon as she arrived at Jiangshan Imperial View, she found her house had been hijacked by the surna Lei!
How could this be tolerated?
"What a joke! I, Master Ye, stand tall as a seven-foot man. Who I bring ho is my business. Do you think you have a say in this?"
Leon, having lost the seat battle, was also simring with rage and certainly didn’t give Xu Yuebing an ounce of respect.
Xu Yuebing looked at Ye Qingzhou, biting her silver teeth hard: "I need an explanation!"
"Making money, nothing shaful in that."
"You!"
Although this was the answer she expected, Xu Yuebing was still fuming, her delicate fists clenched like big sandbags.
She had already tasted the sweetness of victory, and with tactics and skills, had defeated the invincible Leon, naturally unwilling to lose again.
After all, victory can be addictive, and now Xu Yuebing couldn’t stop.
"I’ll pay a hundred thousand, make him leave."
Xu Yuebing attacked Ye Qingzhou’s weakness, employing a money-throwing tactic, knowing full well that Ye Qingzhou, this ’money-lover,’ wouldn’t be able to resist.
But before Ye Qingzhou could speak, Leon got anxious, jumping directly in front of Xu Yuebing: "You’re playing tricks on , huh? Do you think you’re the only one with money?"
"Master Ye, I’ll pay two hundred thousand! Kick this woman out, and I’ll introduce you to several beautiful senior sisters and cute junior sisters from Three Pure Ones Mountain."
"You dare? I’ll pay three hundred thousand!"
"Haha, I’ll pay four hundred thousand!"
Ye Qingzhou, hearing of such good fortune, was overjoyed, quickly taking out so seeds, setting up a small stool, ready to reap the benefits like a fisherman.
In the end, the two quarreled halfway and then stopped, presumably realizing they couldn’t outmaneuver one another, ultimately choosing to compromise.
"Why did you stop quarreling?"
Seeing this, Ye Qingzhou felt quite regretful; he was eagerly waiting for them to continue bidding so he could make a good profit. But the dream woke up so fast.
Ultimately, under Ye Qingzhou’s witness, Xu Yuebing and Leon exchanged opinions and decided to temporarily form a ceasefire agreent, planning to settle things properly on the stage when the Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition starts.
Currently, the official website of the Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition has begun accepting registrations, and Ye Qingzhou used his phone to register an account, successfully signing up as an individual after identity verification.
The Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition is held in the capital city of Xiang Province, Star City. It’s a privately organized quasi-professional martial arts event, founded by Xiang Province’s largest private comrcial firm, the Mingjian Group. It takes place annually, aiming to discover and cultivate young sword Dao talents under the age of twenty.
Participants are mostly apprentice level martial artists, and those who obtain the top eight positions are often regarded as regional rookies, eligible for various generous rewards from Mingjian Group, including custom-made weapons and rare treasures that aid in cultivation, and even powerful mid-tier sword technique martial skills.
Thus, not only from Xiang Province, but also many local provinces and regions have young martial artists aspiring to sword Dao coming to participate.
As the level of participants improves year by year, the influence of the sword fighting competition steadily increases, successfully boosting Mingjian Group’s reputation, making the Star City Liu Clan quite profitable.
Even Leon, this silly fellow, has completed registration ahead of ti, and even recorded a pre-win declaration with wild boldness, making his words as arrogant as can be, inciting people to want to crawl through the internet line to beat him up.
"Master Ye, I hope you can support to be the champion this ti."
"???"
"One price, how about two hundred thousand?"
Ye Qingzhou blinked: "Although I like money, I also have principles, and never throw matches."
"Three hundred thousand?"
"This isn’t about money..."
"Five hundred thousand! This is the money my dad left for muscle strengthening bone forging, really can’t go higher!"
Ye Qingzhou was moved by Leon’s sincerity; after all, this youth in front of him just wanted to be the champion, what’s wrong with that?
We’re classmates after all, even if we’ve only known each other for a few days, but such a wealthy friend, I, Ye Qingzhou, definitely want to be friends with!
With Ye Qingzhou accepting the money, Leon was delighted: "Hahaha, with Master Ye protecting , isn’t the championship of this Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition assured?"
Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "Let’s be clear, I won’t throw matches. That’s my bottom line."
"Huh? But you just took my money!"
"In the coming ti, I’ll provide targeted training based on your martial technique characteristics. As for how much you can improve and whether you can beat in the arena, it depends on your own fate."
Although Ye Qingzhou spoke convincingly, Leon still felt a bit unsure: "Are you sure I can beco stronger?"
"Rest assured, I always act sincerely. Since I’ve accepted your money, I’ll certainly handle things beautifully."
With Ye Qingzhou’s assurance, along with Xu Yuebing’s successful example right in front, Leon ultimately accepted the fifty thousand worth of intensive training course from Ye Qingzhou.
The championship prize of the Cyan Wave Sword Fighting Competition is only ten thousand, yet Leon is willing to spend fifty thousand to hire Ye Qingzhou as his personal coach. This seems like a losing deal.
But that’s not the case; now martial arts flourish, and the global martial arts world is in a crazy roll. With various cultivation techniques spreading, the strength of newly erging civilian martial artists is becoming increasingly robust.
Many martial arts families, which thrived during the first wave of the era’s dividends, are now facing significant challenges, finding it hard to rest on their laurels as they did in the past.
Thus, as a mber of the Jiujiang Lei Clan, Leon, who was highly anticipated by his family since youth, is actually under great pressure. His middle-school attitude is purely a way of venting through this exaggerated manner.
With a chance to quickly improve his strength in hand, Leon wants to seize it no matter what.
"With Master Ye’s strong support and my exceptional talent, if I can’t win this sword fighting competition’s championship, I’ll reluctantly take second place then. Ugh, why was Ye Qingzhou born when Leon is here..."
Leon confidently expressed his feelings. While others pop champagne mid-ga, he’s pondering whether it’s better to choose champion or settle for runner-up just as the registration is completed.
Linjiang Xu Clan, being the local powerhouse of Xiang Province, naturally Xu Yuebing received so insider information unbeknownst to Leon, thus she scoffed at his thinking: "You want to win the championship? It’s rumored that this year the third young master of Mingjian Group will compete in person. He is genuinely a genius level, this year’s sword fighting competition’s championship hot favorite. You’d better think about how to beat him first."
"Genius level?"
Ye Qingzhou wasn’t very clear.
Xu Yuebing then explained to him: "Below professional level martial artists, there are no official ratings. However, within the Martial Arts Association, various martial arts schools, and martial arts families, there exists an unofficial rating standard."
"Oh? Tell more?"
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