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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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!
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.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
