Chapter 35: I Am Not a Good-for-nothing

“What? What? The first match is Junior Brother Meng?”

The results of the draw quickly spread from the floating platform to the initiated disciples who were there for the excitement. However, the news traveled a bit slowly, and Liu Chenxin, who was mixed in the crowd, only heard that Meng Yingxing was in the first match.

Liu Chenxin seemed a bit impatient. Grabbing the shoulders of the person in front of her, she stood on her tiptoes, trying to see the distant floating platform, attempting to get the latest news herself.

“Who is Junior Brother Meng fighting? Who!?” Liu Chenxin’s shriek was almost completely drowned out by the noisy crowd, but it was agony for those around her, their ears ringing from her screams.

“Junior Sister Liu, why do you care so much about a good-for-nothing?” A disdainful voice came from the side into Liu Chenxin’s ear. “That Meng Yingxing most likely won’t get a ranking in the Divine Weapon Trial.”

“Exactly. Junior Sister Liu might as well care more about us junior and senior brothers.”

“If Junior Sister Liu is really that concerned about Meng Yingxing, she should think about how to say goodbye to him when he goes down the mountain.”

“Meng Yingxing has been freeloading in the Tianfeng Sect for so long. The sect has already been benevolent enough. It’s better for the Tianfeng Sect if he leaves sooner.”

Hearing this, Liu Chenxin immediately put her hands on her hips and pouted, “Who was talking to you! Don’t you dare speak ill of Junior Brother Meng, you creeps!”

The people around didn’t know why Liu Chenxin was so concerned about a good-for-nothing, but in order not to be disliked by her, many of them silently shut their mouths, criticizing Meng Yingxing only in their hearts.

“The list for the first match is out!”

Someone who had gotten the news shouted from the front of the crowd. Hearing this, Liu Chenxin’s spirits lifted, and she stretched out her hands, leaning forward, “Where’s the list? The list!”

“First match, arena number one, Meng Yingxing versus Ye Bo!”

Four arenas would be active for each round of the Divine Weapon Trial, meaning eight people would be fighting at once. Meng Yingxing and Ye Bo would determine the winner on arena number one.

The elders and other sect deacons who were spectating and judging the outcome were seated on a high platform in the center of the four arenas, so they could have a view of everything.

Acting Sect Master He Yundan exchanged a glance with the other elders, then gracefully flew down from the high platform with his hands behind his back, landing next to arena number one.

“Acting Sect Master.”

The deacon acting as the referee for arena number one was clearly not expecting He Yundan to come here specifically and was slightly surprised.

He Yundan waved his hand at the deacon, signaling him to continue.

On arena number one, Xiu Qingcheng also noticed the arrival of this important figure.

“Oh? I didn’t expect you to have so much face. Even your Acting Sect Master came to watch your match?” Xiu Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, clearly finding it interesting.

Meng Yingxing shook his head, “He’s probably just making his rounds at the various arenas as usual.”

He Yundan just stood silently below the arena, not saying a word.

Before the Divine Weapon Trial began, the sect would register the weapons each person obtained from the Divine Weapon Pavilion. Generally, the true names of many of the weapons in the Divine Weapon Pavilion have been lost to history, so the person who obtains a weapon can name it themselves and report it. Of course, some people’s weapons still have their names recorded in history and can be traced.

But Meng Yingxing was a bit confused. For some reason, no one seemed to know of the Ting Tian Sword. When he registered it, the sect also registered it as a newly named weapon.

‘The name Ting Tian Sword that Master gave me… is it really her true name?’

Afterward, the sect deacon walked to the position between Meng Yingxing and Ye Bo, raised his hand, and brought it down heavily.

“Arena number one, Meng Yingxing, weapon Ting Tian Sword, versus Ye Bo, weapon Yue Lie Axe. First match of the Divine Weapon Trial, begin!”

“Go, my dear disciple! Just do it!!”

Xiu Qingcheng’s encouragement came from the heart.

As the words fell, Meng Yingxing drew the Ting Tian Sword from its scabbard on his back. Under the dazzling sunlight, the sword’s light scattered and shimmered.

Ye Bo swung the Yue Lie Axe in his hand, then slammed it heavily onto the ground, sending stone fragments flying.

He placed one foot on the axe head, spread his hands, and gave Meng Yingxing an extremely mocking expression, “Meng the good-for-nothing, do you see that? Lord Acting Sect Master is right here. If you don’t want him to see you get beaten to a pulp by me, I advise you to kneel down and bark like a dog, and I’ll let you off.”

‘You’re the one who’s out of your mind! Your whole family is out of their minds!’

Xiu Qingcheng howled in Meng Yingxing’s mind.

Meng Yingxing naturally turned a blind eye to Ye Bo’s provocation. He lowered his stance, held the Ting Tian Sword horizontally in front of him, and assumed the opening posture of a sword move.

“Alright, alright, then let this great me take you down in two moves!” After receiving Meng Yingxing’s answer, Ye Bo immediately shouldered the Yue Lie Axe and charged at him before he could make a move.

The Yue Lie Axe was not light, but when carried by Ye Bo, it didn’t affect his movement in the slightest. In fact, his speed could even be described as fast as lightning.

“His strength is just ordinary, Star-like Middle-grade. Deal with him calmly, he’s no match for you!” Xiu Qingcheng felt like a super AI co-pilot right now, helping Meng Yingxing with all sorts of analysis and encouragement.

In a few breaths, Ye Bo was in front of Meng Yingxing. He gripped the Yue Lie Axe with both hands and swung it horizontally at him!

“Line Slash!!”

The seemingly clumsy axe accelerated to an extremely terrifying speed the moment it was swung. If Meng Yingxing couldn’t dodge in time, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Meng Yingxing’s gaze shifted slightly. His right hand, holding the Ting Tian Sword, hooked upwards vertically, blocking Ye Bo’s Line Slash at the last possible moment.

Following that, Meng Yingxing used the immense force from the Line Slash to retreat several feet, leaving Ye Bo’s attack range. In the instant he landed, he bent down, supported himself with his free hand on the ground, and pushed off with both feet, charging towards Ye Bo!

The Ting Tian Sword and its technique were already unleashed!

The first stance of the Four Swords of Cloud’s Arrival, First Gaze at Distant Clouds! The sword was as light as a cloud!

“Meng the good-for-nothing, you’re pretty good at dodging!” Seeing Meng Yingxing rushing towards him, Ye Bo’s eyes were filled with nothing but arrogance.

He spun the Yue Lie Axe and stood his ground, cleaving at Meng Yingxing, clashing violently with his sword move. “Meng the good-for-nothing, you can block my attacks countless times, but I only need one strike!”

Meng Yingxing’s brow furrowed deeply as he continuously launched attacks at Ye Bo.

‘Yes! Hit him! Cut his left side! Yes, yes, yes! Stab him in the heart! Kick his balls! Beautiful!’ Xiu Qingcheng had clearly cast herself as an immersed spectator, cheering more enthusiastically than Meng Yingxing.

Meng Yingxing and Ye Bo exchanged several rounds of blows but were unable to determine a winner. The battle was showing signs of entering a stalemate.

The more they clashed, the more Ye Bo found himself sweating.

‘This kid, Meng Yingxing… when did he become so good at fighting?’ In his impression, Meng Yingxing had always been that weakling who would fall with a single kick and could be taken down with a few punches.

Ye Bo wanted to end the fight quickly. In a daze, he saw Meng Yingxing reveal an opening and immediately raised the Yue Lie Axe, intending to bring it down hard. But he never expected that this was an opening Meng Yingxing had deliberately created!

“Idiot, you’ve been tricked!” Xiu Qingcheng was beside herself with excitement.

Under Ye Bo’s horrified gaze, Meng Yingxing suddenly appeared at his wide-open side. The third stance of the Four Swords of Cloud’s Arrival, Entering Peak Towards Clouds, went straight for his vital points.

“Meng the good-for-nothing, you brat!!!”

Ye Bo’s eyes were about to split with rage. He used all the spiritual energy in his body to forcefully change the position of the already descending axe, barely managing to scrape past Meng Yingxing’s sword move.

However, Meng Yingxing’s strike still managed to cut Ye Bo’s chest. He staggered back a few steps and saw a long, bloody gash that Meng Yingxing had cut vertically on his chest.

Being injured by a good-for-nothing, Ye Bo’s heart burned with anger. He was just about to raise his head to counterattack when he met Meng Yingxing’s crimson eyes.

There was no emotion to be found in those crimson eyes, as if a bloodthirsty Asura who held the power of life and death resided within them.

A bone-chilling coldness spread from behind Ye Bo. He gritted his teeth and swung the Yue Lie Axe.

However, his momentary hesitation had already been seized by Meng Yingxing. Meng Yingxing spun and swung his sword. The Ting Tian Sword tore open the back of the hand Ye Bo was using to grip the axe handle. With a cry of pain from Ye Bo, the Yue Lie Axe clanged to the ground.

“The fourth stance of the Four Swords of Cloud’s Arrival, Flowing Rain Cloud’s Arrival—”

For a moment, the sword was as swift as rain!

With a loud shout from Meng Yingxing, the Ting Tian Sword in his hand created a continuous series of sword shadows. The sword shadows intertwined and fell upon Ye Bo’s body, exploding in a mist of blood, like a blooming flower of blood!

Ye Bo fell to the ground, the pain all over his body making it impossible for him to get up. The only thing he could control was his neck, which he used to lift his head, only to have a three-foot pool of water pressed against it in the next instant.

Meng Yingxing stood before Ye Bo, the tip of his sword against his neck.

Once upon a time, Meng Yingxing had also been stepped on by Ye Bo in such a posture. But now, the tables had turned.

Ye Bo’s trembling mouth was slightly open, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

Meng Yingxing looked down on the person he once feared, and it was as if he had overcome a hurdle in his heart, bathed in a thousand suns.

He said to Ye Bo, word by word, syllable by syllable:

“I am not a good-for-nothing.”

‘That’s right, the disciple I handpicked is not a good-for-nothing!! We are the champions!!’ Xiu Qingcheng seemed a little too excited, chattering away in Meng Yingxing’s head. ‘Although I didn’t do anything, this is all thanks to me!’