“The Young Master can make that arrogant brat kneel down and eat his own teeth!”
“Three moves? Hahaha, you’re being too conservative.”
Zhao Tianxiong laughed heartily, taking a sip of blood tea.
“I bet one move.”
“Ze’er has a proud temperament. That commoner stealing his spotlight means he’ll go all out on the first move, cripple him on the spot.”
The private room was filled with lighthearted air.
But.
After letting out a few forced chuckles in agreement, the butler’s gaze once again fell on Su Yu in the arena.
For some reason.
When he looked into Su Yu’s eyes—deep, devoid of any emotion—a chill suddenly ran down the butler’s spine.
A suffocating sense of unease silently gripped his heart.
He couldn’t help but think of that missing martial artist.
Old Mo.
Three whole days and nights.
Old Mo had vanished into thin air.
His phone was unreachable, his men couldn’t find him, and even the underground gambling den he frequented had no trace of him.
Just two hours ago.
An investigator from the Jiangcheng City Security Bureau had even dropped by the Zhao residence.
Routine questioning about Old Mo’s whereabouts.
They said that at the western outskirts’ garbage dump, an extremely faint trace of human blood had been detected at the scene.
Though the butler had brushed it aside with a hefty bribe and the Zhao family’s connections.
By then, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Where had Old Mo gone?
He had gone to carry out the Young Master’s order—to break Su Yu’s legs.
And then.
Old Mo had disappeared.
Meanwhile, Su Yu stood unharmed on the college entrance exam arena.
And with a terrifying 10.4 Blood Qi value!
An absurd, horrifying speculation.
Like an ice-cold venomous snake, coiled tightly around the butler’s throat.
Refusing to let go.
“Could it be…”
The butler swallowed hard, his throat feeling dry and raw with pain.
“Could it be that Old Mo… didn’t just run off with the money?”
“But…”
“Was KILLED by Su Yu?!”
Boom!
The moment this thought surfaced, the butler felt his brain spin with dizziness.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
The butler roared inwardly, frantically trying to crush this insane conjecture with reason.
Who was Old Mo?
A ruthless fighter with hundreds of underground black market brawls under his belt, his hands stained with blood!
A full-fledged martial artist with a Blood Qi value of 110!
Even if Su Yu had gotten unbelievably lucky and pushed his Blood Qi to 10.4.
Before a seasoned martial artist like Old Mo, with 110 Blood Qi, he was still no more than a slightly tougher ant!
How could he possibly counterattack?
What’s more, Old Mo had brought two underlings along!
Even if he couldn’t win, there should have been some commotion, right?
Not a single sign of a struggle at the scene—what did that mean?
If Su Yu was the culprit, it meant a complete one-sided slaughter!
A slaughter of a full-fledged martial artist?
The butler looked at the lean, young figure on the arena.
He’d rather believe the world would end tomorrow than believe an eighteen-year-old high schooler could pull that off.
“Delusion.”
“This has to be my imagination.”
The butler desperately comforted himself.
“Old Mo, that bastard, must have seen Su Yu’s sudden Blood Qi spike, figured the kid was trouble, and just took the twenty grand the Young Master gave him and ran!”
“Yeah! That’s the only explanation!”
The butler took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.
Stay calm.
Won’t we know soon enough?
As long as the Young Master uses the “Shattering Rock Palm” on the stage to gauge this kid’s strength.
Everything will come to light.
A flashy upstart like him definitely can’t withstand the Young Master’s full-force strike!
...
At the center of the arena.
A military referee in a black uniform strode between the two.
His sharp eyes swept over Su Yu and Zhao Ze.
“Are the rules clear?”
“No-holds-barred combat.”
“The match ends immediately when either side falls unconscious or yells out surrender.”
“All hidden weapons, poisons, and illegal enhancers are strictly prohibited.”
The referee raised his right hand high.
“Ready—”
Zhao Ze’s legs immediately spread apart, lowering his center of gravity.
Boom!
A violent surge of Blood Qi, registering at 10.3, erupted from his body without restraint!
His pure white martial arts uniform fluttered to no wind, rustling loudly.
The muscles in his arms bulged instantly, veins protruding, faintly taking on a hard, rock-like luster.
Lower-tier Mystery Rank martial technique.
“Shattering Rock Palm”!
Stance activation!
Just this one stance made the air around the arena tremble with a heavy, oppressive roar.
Even the ordinary students in the stands felt a choking pressure closing in on them.
“Su Yu.”
Zhao Ze stared at his opponent twenty meters away.
The arrogance and cruelty on his face twisted into a vicious, murderous snarl.
In a voice only the two of them could hear, he gritted out icy words.
“You think that just because you rode some random stroke of luck to pile up Blood Qi to 10.4, you can step on me?”
“Today.”
“I’ll show you what real foundation means!”
“I’m going to shatter every bone in your body, piece by piece.”
Facing Zhao Ze’s murderous intent, which was nearly tangible.
Su Yu remained still.
He didn’t assume any defensive stance.
In fact, his hands were still in his pockets.
He looked at Zhao Ze, who was on high alert, fully releasing his Blood Qi.
In his deep eyes, there was no anger, no fear.
Only a pristine, pure look of pity—as if watching a fool.
“Are you done?”
Su Yu said flatly.
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it cut through the roar of Zhao Ze’s Blood Qi with perfect clarity.
“If you’re done with your last words.”
“Then we can start.”
That dismissive jab.
Shattered the menacing aura Zhao Ze had painstakingly built into pieces!
“YOU’RE ASKING FOR DEATH!!!”
Zhao Ze’s rage was finally unleashed.
Every shred of reason was consumed by a suffocating sense of humiliation.
Right then.
The referee’s raised hand dropped sharply!
“Begin!”
Boom!
The instant the command fell, the alloy floor beneath Zhao Ze’s feet let out an ear-splitting boom.
He shot forward like a cannonball, barreling toward Su Yu with savage, raging force!
Twenty meters of distance.
Closed in the blink of an eye!
“DIE!!!”
A beastly roar tore from Zhao Ze’s throat.
His right palm, glinting with a rock-like hue, was raised high.
The Blood Qi within was violently compressed at his palm, forming a white shockwave visible to the naked eye.
The terrifying power of a high-tier martial technique was on full display!
This strike.
Aimed straight at Su Yu’s chest!
If it connected, not even a ten-centimeter thick steel plate would hold—it would be instantly dented! Let alone a body of flesh and bone!
Up on the high platform.
Master Lei Potian’s eyes sharpened.
“That brat is going for a kill blow!”
Lei Potian immediately mobilized the 100,000 Blood Qi inside him, ready to forcefully intervene in the match to save Su Yu.
Because in his view, Su Yu simply couldn’t dodge this strike, let alone withstand it.
Inside the VIP private room.
A wide grin spread across Zhao Tianxiong’s face.
“It’s over.”
The butler also stared fiercely at the arena, his heartbeat racing to his throat.
But.
Just as Zhao Ze’s fatal palm was less than half a meter from Su Yu’s chest,
Su Yu finally moved.
He did not retreat.
He did not dodge.
He did not even pull his hands out of his trouser pockets.
He merely took an extremely casual step forward.
His mind stirred slightly.
In his body, the sealed checkpoint of qi and blood, firmly locked away by the Breath Concealment Art,
silently cracked open the tiniest of gaps.
Boom—!!!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
