After the training at the Swordsmanship Club, Ye Qingzhou finally got the meal he wanted from Xu Lan.
With his Martial Meal in hand, Ye Qingzhou was in a great mood, smiling continuously and even humming a cheerful tune as he walked.
However, Huang Liwen was in a rather sorry state. As a new member, not only did he not get a free Martial Meal, but he also had to stay back after the activities to clean the premises of the Swordsmanship Club.
Holding a broom, Huang Liwen swept the floor with a sullen expression, voicing his discontent, "We’re all new to the Swordsmanship Club, so why don’t you have to do any chores?"
"Because I’m a peerless genius."
Ye Qingzhou, carrying a lunch box, looked at the resentful but helplessly furious Huang Liwen and laughed heartily.
Happiness often comes from comparisons.
Just as Ye Qingzhou was saying goodbye to Huang Liwen, a pleasant voice, like the trickle of a stream, clear and melodious, came from behind him.
"Are you Ye Qingzhou?"
Hearing this, Ye Qingzhou turned around and saw Xu Yuebing’s pretty face, covered in a frosty expression yet capable of expressing both anger and joy. Clearly, she was there to hold him accountable.
Oh shoot, it’s Beauty Xu!
Standing next to Ye Qingzhou, Huang Liwen got incredibly excited and stepped forward, "Hello Xu Yuebing, I’m Huang Liwen from class 2-7 of sophomore year, 175 cm tall, weighing 62 kg, currently single."
Xu Yuebing’s gaze coldly swept over Huang Liwen’s face, not even stopping for half a second, then her sharp sight fell on Ye Qingzhou like a cold blade, with a hint of reproach in her tone, "Did you just say I can’t even take a single sword strike from you?"
At this moment, they were only about three meters apart. Standing downwind, Ye Qingzhou’s nose twitched slightly, as he could catch the fragrant scent from Xu Yuebing.
One must admit, while names can be wrong, nicknames are given for a reason.
The Ice Fairy indeed exuded an immortal aura, with skin as white as frost and snow, pure and beautiful, her exquisite face like a lotus emerging from clear water, natural and unadorned, giving off an impression of ethereal elegance.
After all, a peerless beauty deserves to be treated gently.
Ye Qingzhou looked earnestly at Xu Yuebing, his tone uncharacteristically gentle, "If you find the truth too harsh, I can put it more delicately."
Xu Yuebing gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her delicate face showing veins, eyebrows arched, and teeth clenched hard.
She had never encountered a guy like Ye Qingzhou before!
The words he spoke seemed capable of angering the dead out of their graves.
"I won’t argue with words, draw your sword, and let me see why you’re so arrogant!"
Xu Yuebing’s refined hand was on her sword, her tone carrying anger, as her sharp gaze seemed wanting to pierce multiple holes in Ye Qingzhou.
Proud as she was, she would not allow anyone in the world to belittle her .
Ye Qingzhou blinked, his innocent eyes showing a bit of confusion, "I’m just stating the truth, how is that arrogant? And look at me, where do I look like I can hide a sword, how do I draw?"
At the moment, Ye Qingzhou was carrying a lunch box, obviously unarmed.
"Then borrow one, I can wait."
Xu Yuebing tightened her grip on her sword’s hilt, determined to vent her anger today, no matter what.
Ye Qingzhou shook his head, "Forget it, using a sword to fight you seems unfair. If we’re going to fight, let’s get it over with quickly; I need to get home for dinner, and once the dishes cool, they won’t taste fresh."
Already furious, Xu Yuebing, upon hearing Ye Qingzhou’s arrogant words, wouldn’t hold back anymore. She drew her sword and swung towards his left shoulder, without intending to take Ye Qingzhou’s life.
After all, it was just a verbal spat, not worth killing over. However, Xu Yuebing didn’t mind giving Ye Qingzhou a lesson, making him suffer a bit.
The renowned sword unsheathed, the Flying Frost Sword sliced through the air, swift as a streak of light!
A three-meter gap was crossed in an instant.
Yet, to everyone’s astonishment, Xu Yuebing’s sure-fire strike, as fast as lightning, missed completely.
Ye Qingzhou simply turned and stepped half a step away, narrowly dodging Xu Yuebing’s attack.
Missing with her strike, Xu Yuebing refused to concede, turning and thrusting her sword faster towards Ye Qingzhou’s left shoulder.
She refused to believe it!
Yet this strike also missed, as Ye Qingzhou turned and moved half a step, casually evading Xu Yuebing’s attack, swift as the wind.
"That’s the second strike, still not giving up?"
Ye Qingzhou sighed, women with a competitive nature were troublesome. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt
After missing again, Xu Yuebing didn’t rush to attack this time but was utterly perplexed, "It’s impossible! My movements are clearly faster, so how can you evade my attacks?"
Seeing Xu Yuebing unable to discern the gap between them, and to prevent her from pestering, Ye Qingzhou reluctantly explained, "Have you heard of Cicada Awakening?"
"Cicada Awakening? What does it mean?"
"The so-called Cicada Awakening implies the cicada, feeling before the autumn wind stirs. I can anticipate your attack route in advance by observing your body movements and sensing changes in air flow, so unless you’re more than three times faster than me, you can’t even touch my clothes, got it?"
"I don’t believe it!"
With her lips tightly pressed, Xu Yuebing attacked Ye Qingzhou a third time, this time sweeping her sword horizontally to force Ye Qingzhou to retreat.
"An obstinate woman is truly not likable."
Facing the sweeping sword edge, Ye Qingzhou stood still, his hand had unknowingly fallen on Xu Yuebing’s fair and jade-like wrist.
With a pinch and twist of his index finger, he exerted Dark Force instantly, tweaking Xu Yuebing’s tendon, numbing her right arm, and causing the famed Flying Frost Sword to change hands, now falling into Ye Qingzhou’s grasp.
The weapon taken, utterly defeated.
Xu Yuebing now understood that she truly couldn’t even withstand one strike from Ye Qingzhou, not even requiring him to draw a sword she was already defeated.
Seeing Xu Yuebing bow her head in defeat, making no further trouble, Ye Qingzhou nodded with satisfaction, holding the sword by the tip, ready to return it, "Here, your sword."
Xu Yuebing merely pursed her lips upon hearing and glared at Ye Qingzhou without submitting.
She didn’t reach out to take the sword, "Let the Flying Frost Sword be entrusted to you for now, one day, I’ll win it back from you."
Ye Qingzhou scratched his head, about to say something when Xu Yuebing had already turned and left resolutely.
This scene excited Huang Liwen, who had been watching the drama from the side the whole time, so much that he dropped the broom, slid on his knees, and clung to Ye Qingzhou’s leg, "Father, I want to learn this!"
"You want to learn Cicada Awakening? That’s quite challenging, with your aptitude, you’d need a good ten or eight years of hard training at least."
Upon hearing about ten or eight years of practice, Huang Liwen shook his head like a rattle drum, "No, I want to learn how you’re so good at wooing girls, Father."
Seeing his deskmate so complacent, Ye Qingzhou was speechless, "Don’t you want to become a powerful Martial Artist, wielding the sword across the world?"
"Then why are you shamelessly joining the Sword Dao Club?"
"To pick up girls, of course."
This scoundrel, beyond saving!