The aftershocks of the Dragon's Tooth Arena had not yet subsided, but a new storm was silently approaching.
That day, a rumour quickly spread throughout the East Cloud Academy:
"The president of the Sword Club, Tenjō Kyouichi, is about to make his move!"
The head of the East Cloud Academy, the ruler of the Four Great Clubs.
Tenjō Kyouichi - this name was almost taboo in the entire Academy.
Three years ago, as a freshman, he defeated all the strong members of the Sword Club, became president and used his absolute dominance to crush the other clubs.
He was the undisputed sword king, the king of East Cloud Academy, a figure even the teachers were reluctant to talk about.
But he had remained silent for an entire year, neither accepting challenges nor taking action.
Everyone thought he had lost interest in fighting.
But the rise of Yejian Cang shattered that silence.
"The Sword King is making his move."
This whispered phrase spread among the clubs, and everyone knew that the Magic Club's demise might be imminent.
"Yejian Cang..." A short battle challenge arrived at the Magic Club's doorstep.
"Three days later, Dragon's Tooth Arena, a battle."
The signature had only one name - Tenjō Kyouichi.
The entire Magic Club fell into a deadly silence.
"What is this nonsense..." one of the Magic Club members muttered, his face pale. "This is... Tenjō Kyouichi..."
"Senior Yejian, are you really going to accept this challenge?"
"Don't even mention seniors, even if the presidents of the Fighting Club, Archery Club, or Javelin Club came in person, there is no way to win!"
The atmosphere in the Magic Club was tense, and some members were even considering leaving the club.
At that moment, Yejian Cang sat at the desk, gently turning over the playing cards in his hand, a meaningful smile curling the corners of his lips.
"Interesting."
He flicked the card and it spun in the air, landing steadily on the table.
Inform them," Yejian Cang said calmly, but with undeniable authority.
I accepted.
At the East Cloud Academy, the headquarters of the Sword Club.
Tenjō Kyouichi sat quietly under the corridor, a light breeze blowing through his hair, his sword resting on his knee, unsheathed.
Baichuan stood beside him, his expression complicated. "President, have you really decided to make a move?"
Tenjō Kyouichi raised his gaze slightly, his voice indifferent. "Yejian Cang... His existence broke the order."
"Should he die?" Baichuan asked in a deep voice.
Tenjō Kyouichi's lips curled into a faint smile. "No, he should live."
Baichuan was stunned.
"But he must kneel before my sword."
Tenjō Kyouichi slowly stood up and the air around him suddenly became sharp, as if an invisible sword blade was slicing through the atmosphere.
The next moment, he closed his eyes and his presence became ethereal, as if he no longer belonged to this world.
Spirit-based swordplay - 'Spirit Sword'!
"Yejian Cang..."
His voice echoed softly through the corridor.
"You are worthy to make me draw my sword."
At the archery club's practice range.
Hougou Sayo gazed at the distant sky, the bowstring in her hand taut.
"Yejian Cang..."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her fingertips trembling slightly.
"Can you... really win?"
She had never felt such a strong sense of unease.
Clearly... he was just an annoying guy.
Clearly... she was just warning him not to die.
But why did she feel such unprecedented fear this time?
Yejian Cang... What if he loses?
What if... he really dies?
Hougou Sayo's heart ached slightly and she relaxed her fingers. The arrow sliced through the air, aiming straight at the distant target - but the arrow trembled in the air and went off course.
Hougou Sayo lowered her head and bit her lip.
She had never missed a shot.
But at that moment, she realised - her hand was trembling.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dragon's Tooth Arena, the crowd swelled.
Countless students had gathered, and all eyes were focused on the centre of the arena.
Yejian Cang stood in the centre, lightly flicking the playing cards in his hand, his expression calm.
Opposite him, Tenjō Kyouichi slowly entered the arena, his aura like an incomparable divine sword unsheathed!
His sword was still sheathed.
But when his gaze fell on Yejian Cang, Yejian felt an invisible pressure, as if the entire world was distorting.
-The spirit-based swordsmanship had already been activated!
Tenjō Kyouichi spoke softly, his voice calm yet carrying an irresistible aura of dominance, "Yejian Cang.
"Kneel now."
The air froze and the surrounding noise suddenly disappeared, as if everyone was paralysed by these words, unable to breathe.
At this moment, everyone was holding their breath, watching Yejian Cang in the arena - could he stand it?
剑王降临!魔术部的存亡之战!
龙牙场的余震还未彻底平息,新的风暴便已悄然逼近.
这一日,东云学园内,一道传言迅速席卷整个校园——
"剑术部部长,天道京一,即将出手!
东云学园的顶点,四大社团的霸主.
天道京一,这个名字,在整个学园中几乎是一种禁忌.
三年前,他以一年级新生之姿,击败了当时所有的剑术部强者,成为部长,并以绝对的统治力碾压其他社团.
他是无可争议的剑王,东云学园的王者,连教师都不愿提及的存在.
但他沉寂了整整一年,没有接受任何挑战,也没有主动出手.
所有人都以为,他已经不屑于再战——
然而,夜见苍的崛起,打破了这一沉默.
"剑王要出手了."
这句低语在各大社团之间传递,所有人都知道,魔术部的末日,或许即将到来.
"夜见苍——"
一封极其简短的战帖,被送到了魔术部的门前.
"三日后,龙牙场一战."
落款,只有一个名字——
天道京一.
整个魔术部,陷入了死一般的寂静.
"开什么玩笑..."一名魔术部成员脸色苍白,喃喃道,"那是...天道京一啊..."
"夜见学长,真的要接下这个挑战吗?"
"别说是学长,就算是格斗部,弓箭部,标枪部的部长亲自出手,也不可能赢啊!"
魔术部的气氛一片沉重,甚至有人开始打算退出社团.
而此刻,夜见苍坐在桌前,轻轻翻转着手中的扑克牌,嘴角勾起一抹意味深长的微笑.
"有趣."
他轻轻一弹,扑克牌旋转着飞出,在桌面上稳稳立住.
"通知他们."夜见苍语气平静,却带着无法抗拒的威严.
我接了.
东云学园,剑术部本部.
天道京一静静地坐在长廊之下,微风拂过他的发梢,他的剑放在膝上,未曾出鞘.
白川站在他身旁,脸色复杂:"部长,您真的决定要出手了吗?"
天道京一微微抬眼,淡淡道:"夜见苍...他的存在,已经打破了秩序."
"他该死吗?"白川低声问.
天道京一嘴角微微上扬,露出一个淡漠的微笑:"不,他该活着."
白川愣了一下.
"但他必须在我的剑下跪下."
天道京一缓缓起身,身上的气息骤然变得锋利,如同无形的剑锋割裂空气.
下一秒,他缓缓闭上眼睛,整个人变得如虚无一般空灵,仿佛不属于这个世界.
精神系剑术——"心剑"!
"夜见苍..."
他的声音轻轻回荡在长廊之中.
"你有资格,让我拔剑."
弓箭部,练习场.
凰堂纱夜望着远方的天空,手中的弓弦被她拉得紧绷.
"夜见苍..."
她闭上眼,深吸一口气,指尖微微颤抖了一下.
"你...真的能赢吗?"
她的心里,从未有过如此强烈的不安.
明明...他只是一个让人讨厌的家伙.
明明...自己只是在警告他,不要死.
可为什么,这一次,她却感到前所未有的害怕?
夜见苍,万一输了怎么办?
万一...真的死了呢?
凰堂纱夜的心脏微微抽痛,指尖轻轻松开,箭矢划破空气,直直射向远方的箭靶——
然而,那支箭在半空中颤抖了一下,偏离了目标.
凰堂纱夜低下头,咬了咬唇.
她从来不会射偏.
可这一刻,她才意识到——
自己的手,在颤抖.
三日时间,转瞬即逝.
龙牙场,人潮汹涌.
无数学生聚集在此,所有人的目光,都锁定在场中央.
夜见苍站在场中,轻轻弹着手中的扑克牌,神色平静.
而在他对面,天道京一缓缓踏入场地,身上的气势如同一柄出鞘的绝世神剑!
他的剑,仍然未曾拔出.
但当他的目光落在夜见苍身上时,夜见苍却感觉到了一股无形的压力,仿佛整个世界都在扭曲.
——精神系剑术,已经发动!
天道京一轻轻开口,声音平静却带着无法抗拒的威压——
"夜见苍."
"现在,跪下."
空气凝固,四周的喧嚣瞬间消失,仿佛所有人都被这句话震慑得无法呼吸.
这一刻,所有人都屏住了呼吸,看向场中的夜见苍——
他,能抗住吗?