There was no warning.
No momentum building.
An incredibly terrifying, raging blood-and-qi force that seemed ready to tear apart the entire alloy arena exploded from Su Yu with a thunderous roar!
If Zhao Ze’s 10.3 blood and qi level was like a rushing stream,
then the power surging from Su Yu’s body right now—
was a raging ocean breaking through a dam!
A volcano silent for millennia finally erupting with reckless abandon!
The red glow of blood and qi condensed into visible ripples on Su Yu’s skin—like blood-colored waves!
Crack!
The special alloy floor beneath Su Yu’s feet, tough enough to withstand the full blow of a mid-level martial artist, split into countless spiderweb-like fissures instantly!
A sudden gale exploded.
The air screeched with an unbearable sonic boom!
10 points!
30 points!
50 points!
100 points!!!
A total of one hundred blood and qi points!
Breaking the mortal limit, shedding the mortal shell—
the genuine might of a martial artist.
The first to bear the brunt was Zhao Ze, standing only inches away.
His proud martial technique, the Xuan rank, low-tier Shattering Rock Palm, the moment it made contact with that terrifying blood and qi pressure—
It was like slamming head-on into a heavy armored train at full speed!
Boom!
The white shockwave gathered in his palm didn’t last even a millisecond before scattering into nothingness!
The ferocity and murderous intent on Zhao Ze’s face froze in place.
His pupils shrank to pinpricks!
His mind went blank.
His thoughts ground to a halt.
What was happening?
What did he just do?
What the hell was he facing?!
That tangible martial artist aura, like an invisible mountain, pressed down mercilessly on Zhao Ze’s spine.
His bones groaned in agony.
His muscles quaked uncontrollably.
Fear.
A primal fear from the very depths of his soul, the instinct of a cornered creature, instantly devoured every shred of his reason and pride!
“No…”
A single broken word squeezed out of Zhao Ze’s throat.
He wanted to retreat.
He wanted to run!
But to his horror, under that binding aura of terror, he couldn’t even move a single finger!
All he could do was stare helplessly as Su Yu’s icy eyes drew closer and closer.
As if looking at a corpse already cold.
Drip.
A drop of pale yellow liquid trickled down Zhao Ze’s snow-white custom martial arts uniform and fell onto the alloy arena floor.
He pissed himself.
This haughty, unstoppable Young Master Zhao—
the moment he felt that relentless intent to kill, his physiological defenses collapsed completely. Before the eyes of hundreds of thousands of spectators, he lost control.
On the high platform—
The VIP seating area.
Grandmaster Lei Potian, who had been sitting comfortably in the main seat ready to step in and save Su Yu, shot to his feet like a spring!
The solid wooden armchair beneath him dissolved into fine dust from the uncontrolled burst of his own blood and qi!
Lei Potian’s eyes, as wide as brass bells, locked onto the arena below.
His eyeballs bulged to the point of popping out!
“One hundred points?! he shouted in disbelief, his voice raw with mind-blown shock.
“The martial artist level?!”
This was insane!
The world had gone mad!
A normal high schooler who had only 0.8 blood and qi three days ago—
who somehow scored a perfect 10.4 on the blood and qi tester—was already unbelievable enough.
And now, on the actual arena floor, he casually unleashes a hundred points of blood and qi?!
No fake powerhouse here—this was a wolf in sheep’s clothing! An ancient beast pretending to be a pig to devour the tiger!
One hundred points against ten.
This wasn’t a match.
This was a massacre! A one-sided stomping! An adult crushing an ant!
“Not good!”
Lei Potian snapped back to reality.
The blood and qi Su Yu blasted out carried pure killing intent.
He really meant to end Zhao Ze then and there!
If the son of a noble family died on the martial arts arena during the college entrance exams, Lei Potian, as chairman of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, would definitely be blamed!
At the same time—
In a VIP box on the other side.
Clatter!
Zhao Tianxiong’s cup of expensive first-tier exotic beast blood tea crashed to the floor.
The scalding tea splashed onto his expensive leather shoes, but he didn’t notice.
He pressed his face against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the box, his features twisted into an ugly mess of shock and terror.
“How is this possible…” Zhao Tianxiong roared hysterically.
“He tested at 0.8, then 10.4—how does he have over a hundred points of blood and qi?!”
“This is cheating! He must have cheated!”
The steward standing behind him—
his legs had already turned to jelly. His entire body was dripping with cold sweat, as if he’d just been pulled out of water.
The steward’s teeth chattered. His brain worked frantically.
It all made sense now.
Old Mo’s disappearance finally had a clue!
But that clue sent an icy chill from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head!
“A hundred points of blood and qi…”
The steward stared at Su Yu on the arena, his pupils shaking violently.
No. That didn’t add up.
Even if this kid had been hiding his power to the extreme and burst out a hundred points, he could never have silently taken down Old Mo!
Who was Old Mo? A 110-point blood and qi veteran who’d been grinding it out in the wilderness and underground black market for over a decade!
No high schooler, even one with boosted blood and qi, could escape a seasoned killer and still leave no trace.
But Old Mo had vanished into thin air.
No body, no clues.
The steward swallowed hard. Two horrifying speculations coiled around his heart like venomous snakes.
First: this kid not only had over a hundred blood and qi points but was as cunning as an ocean and ruthless as hell. He must have laid an elaborate trap the moment Old Mo, thinking he was still at 0.8 points, let his guard down—then struck the fatal blow without mercy!
If not that…
then there was only the second possibility—one so terrible the steward didn’t even dare finish the thought!
“He can disguise a hundred points of blood and qi as 0.8…”
The steward trembled, his eyes filling with bottomless despair.
“So is a hundred really all he’s got?!”
If a hundred points was still just camouflage—
then what kind of monstrous power was hidden inside that skinny frame?
Below the arena—
Lin Xiaoxiao stood frozen.
Her beautiful, innocent eyes were wide open.
Her soft red lips parted slightly. She had even forgotten how to breathe.
One hundred blood and qi points?
A martial artist?
Lin Xiaoxiao felt her entire worldview being shattered at full force.
She remembered just yesterday at the private kitchen restaurant, she had grandly declared she would protect him.
Showed him how to dodge Zhao Ze’s attacks move by move.
Even generously gifted him a bottle of third-grade Blood Coagulation Pills.
How laughable now!
“This liar…”
Lin Xiaoxiao murmured under her breath, but her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
“How many secrets is he hiding?”
On the arena floor—
Time, in that moment, seemed to stretch infinitely.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
