39: Questions from Chief Judge Liu Zheng

On the arena.

A slender alloy sword pierced through the right shoulder of a sophomore, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Li Cunxu gasped for breath, covered in blood, and revealed an excited smile.

He was a taciturn, genuine Martial Arts fanatic, born for battle.

At this moment, he had challenged the 73rd ranked sophomore, who was also a First-Order Peak Martial Artist.

He was a First-Order High-Stage Martial Artist; due to the difference in basic vitality, he lacked strength, and his Martial Skill Cultivation was not as good as his opponent's.

But his S-rank ability belonged to the Dark element, excelling in Weirdness and unpredictability.

The two sides fought for nearly 10 minutes, and Li Cunxu won with a perilous sword technique that exchanged injury for injury.

“This person is also very strong!” A spectator swallowed, muttering.

“How come all the freshmen this year are so fierce when they fight! That person almost stabbed through someone’s heart just now!”

“This person also mainly Cultivates offensive techniques; his sword always draws blood. If he had fought Zhou Yaoguo, the outcome between them would have been decided in an instant!”

“More than that, his ability is extremely strange; it doesn’t seem like a pure Dark element! I am Dark element, and I didn’t feel the Dark element he released was very close.”

...“Damn, he’s really a madman; you’re even crazier than Chen Qing! If that person hadn’t deliberately held back just now, you would have been the one whose heart was pierced first!”

Fu Mingyu frowned, looking at Li Cunxu, who had already left the stage.

Li Cunxu didn’t say a word; he knew.

Although he won this battle, it was extremely dangerous. He seemed to exchange injury for injury, but in reality, it was life for life!

Both of their swords were aimed at the opponent’s heart, but after all, it was not a life-and-death battlefield. The opponent was not as ruthless as him and chose to give up first.

The result was that he also forcibly deviated a few centimeters, which led to the scene just now.

However, Li Cunxu was just such a person. If a battle didn’t directly target the opponent’s vital points, what was the meaning of the battle?

“Alright, nothing will happen at school. The referee was ready to go up there, seeing your stance just now.” Chen Qing glanced at the referee who had already arrived beside them.

The referee at this time was the one who had just sent Wang He to the emergency room; he had now returned.

His name was Liu Zheng; he was the head referee of Arena Number One and also the chief referee of Jinling Martial Arts University.

Liu Zheng looked at these mischievous individuals, somewhat helpless: “Everyone, the school has set up a sparring arena, but you all are almost turning it into a life-and-death arena! Can you consider me, an old man?”

He had been the chief referee at Jinling Martial Arts University for decades, and he rarely encountered such troublemakers who specifically targeted the opponent’s vital points!

This was a top hundred sparring match!

When did it become a life-and-death arena?

Chen Qing looked at Liu Zheng and smiled: “Teacher, you’re wrong! As a Martial Artist, one must have the awareness that every battle is a life-and-death struggle. We’re playing around now, but on the battlefield, no one will play with us.”

Liu Zheng was speechless; he was being lectured: “Alright! Fight however you want, as long as you don’t violate the school’s regulations. Even if someone really dies, I can’t do anything about it.”

As the chief referee, although he needed to bear some responsibility, as long as it wasn’t a particularly serious matter, the school generally wouldn’t do anything to them.

“Does anyone else want to continue? If not, then hurry up and leave; you’re disturbing my rest!”

Beside him, Fu Mingyu immediately jumped out and said: “Me, me! I haven’t fought yet. Last time I lost to Liu Weiren. I was planning to get revenge on him this time, but he doesn’t seem to be here, so I’ll find someone to practice with first.”

Saying that, he leaped onto the arena.

Chen Qing, seeing this, didn’t rush to leave but instead observed the battle on the field. The battles of these people were also a kind of experience for him.

Broadening his horizons was also a form of strengthening for him.

Liu Zheng, bored, walked over to him and said with a chuckle: “Kid, how do you feel? Does Jinling Martial Arts University meet your expectations? Is everyone very dedicated?”

Chen Qing looked at him confused: “How do you know what my expectations are?”

“A guess. Almost everyone who has come to Jinling Martial Arts University over the years has had this goal: to Cultivate in an environment where people dare to fight and strive.”

Chen Qing was noncommittal and said: “It is indeed very dedicated, but looking at it today, it’s only a portion of people. Most people are still Cultivating step-by-step and aren’t too concerned with battle.”

“There’s no helping that.”

“As teachers, we can’t make everyone as willing to risk their lives as you all. Everyone has different natures, and their methods and goals of Cultivation are also different.”

“Chen Qing, let me ask you, what is the purpose of you becoming strong?”

Chen Qing was somewhat lost in thought; he had considered this question long ago.

He wanted to experience the feeling of a Martial Dao expert and didn’t want to live an obscure, wasted life.

But more importantly, as a Transmigrator, everything here was not familiar enough to him; he wanted to find a way to go back.

“You see, you can’t answer. But the same question, some people can answer.”

“Some people are for defending their homeland and protecting the federation, some are for proving their Dao to be the strongest, while others are just for achieving something enough to ensure their family’s stability and peace.”

“So, do you think such people are wrong?”

Chen Qing shook his head.

It was human nature; in his previous life, he also only sought family stability and the safety of his loved ones, nothing more.

“So, if some students are not as active in Cultivation as you all, and not as eager to fight, we won’t say anything. As long as the Cultivation resources are earned by themselves, then there’s no problem.”

Chen Qing looked at Liu Zheng somewhat strangely. Why would Teacher Liu suddenly say these things to him?

Do Martial Artists need so many emotions?

Liu Zheng looked at his confused expression, remained calm, and changed the subject: “Just a casual remark, don’t take it seriously!”

...On stage, Fu Mingyu was fiercely battling a sophomore ranked 86th on the leaderboard.

Both of them were at their last gasp.

Fu Mingyu, abandoning his usual playful demeanor, had a fierce look in his eyes and bit off several chunks of flesh from his opponent!

Finally, he won with a sneaky low-blow attack.

He jumped off the arena and walked towards the crowd, trembling.

Chen Qing looked at the large lumps on his face, swollen like a pig’s head, and teased:

“Oh, Lao Fu is really thoughtful. He knew everyone would have a tough fight today, so he specially bought pig’s head meat!”

“Get out, get lost!”

Fu Mingyu mumbled a curse, touched the large lumps on his face, and said fiercely: “Damn it! I told him not to hit my face, and he still did!”

“How are you any better? You attacked someone’s lower body!” Zhao Yuanyue retorted.

“What do you women understand! That was a feigned attack, understand? Didn’t you see I pulled back in time at the end?”

“Hmph ~”

Zhao Yuanyue snorted coldly and jumped onto the arena.

Chen Qing walked over and patted Fu Mingyu’s back, ready to show some concern.

Fu Mingyu, who had been standing firmly just a moment ago, almost knelt down from that casual pat.

“Hey, Old Chen, you actually used all your strength to pat me! This is murder!”

Chen Qing was stunned for a long time; where did he use force?

He clearly just patted him lightly; even an 80-year-old man wouldn’t feel much force.

Fu Mingyu looked around, then at the referee Liu Zheng, and complained: “You all saw it, I was perfectly fine after the fight, it was all this guy’s pat! Just taking care of me for the rest of my life isn’t enough; he has to reimburse my medical expenses this time!”

Everyone heard this and tried to hold back their laughter; this guy was waiting for this.

Zhao Yuanyue also almost fell with that jump, and her chubby chest couldn’t help but heave.

Chen Qing’s face turned even darker, and he kicked Fu Mingyu’s butt.