Su Yu's gaze was as cold as ice.
He didn't use any martial arts techniques.
He simply gathered all one hundred points of his blood energy without reservation into his right shoulder.
Then, in an extremely simple and brutal manner, he charged straight at Zhao Ze, who was completely petrified with fear!
This charge,
if it landed solidly,
would instantly shatter Zhao Ze's sternum and pulverize his internal organs into a bloody pulp from the frenzied blood energy.
There would be absolutely no chance of survival!
Just in the thousandth of a second before Su Yu's shoulder was about to touch Zhao Ze's body,
Boom!
An incredibly terrifying afterimage instantly tore through the barriers of space.
It appeared directly between the two of them!
The Grandmaster, Lei Potian!
"Stop!"
Lei Potian let out a deafening roar.
He didn't take it lightly.
Facing a warrior who had erupted with a hundred points of blood energy, even as a Grandmaster, he had to mobilize his own blood energy to defend himself under such urgent circumstances.
Lei Potian extended his broad right hand.
Faint flashes of lightning flickered in his palm.
He pressed it firmly onto Su Yu's charging shoulder!
Bam——!!!
Two extremely ferocious forces collided violently in the center of the arena!
A ring of white, visible shockwave, centered on the two men, exploded outward in all directions!
The alloy guardrails at the edge of the ring were sent flying by the shockwave!
Audience members in the front rows were even blown to the point where they couldn't open their eyes, letting out terrified screams.
Staggering back, Su Yu took three steps backward.
With each step, he left a deep footprint in the hard alloy floor.
Lei Potian, however, stood rooted to the spot like an ancient pine, completely motionless.
But the right hand that had pressed down on Su Yu's shoulder trembled almost imperceptibly.
A Grandmaster had entered the arena.
Su Yu stopped.
He looked at Lei Potian, who was blocking in front of Zhao Ze, and a hint of understanding flashed in his deep eyes.
He knew that he couldn't kill Zhao Ze today.
With a Grandmaster whose blood energy exceeded one hundred thousand protecting him, even if he unlocked all his blood energy seals and unleashed the power of a Martial Artist, he absolutely couldn't kill someone right under the Grandmaster's nose.
Since he couldn't kill,
what should he do?
Just let Zhao Ze leave?
He couldn't accept that.
For someone like this, letting him live even a moment longer made Su Yu's own existence that much more intolerable.
He had to kill him!
Su Yu's mind raced wildly in less than 0.1 seconds.
Force a kill?
No.
With a Grandmaster present, he simply couldn't do it.
Even at his full power, he only had a thousand blood energy points, unless he relied on the system to add points.
If he gambled all two hundred thousand, could he kill?
Su Yu wasn't sure.
If he failed, he might expose his greatest trump card, which would be a losing proposition.
So, was he just supposed to let it go?
Absolutely not. Su Yu's dictionary didn't have "letting a tiger return to the mountain." If he didn't kill him today, it would only make things miserable for himself tomorrow.
Since he couldn't force a kill, what should he do?
Wait.
What if he made Zhao Ze come to him to be killed?
An idea began to take shape in Su Yu's mind.
The [Breath Concealing Art] reversed violently within him!
Woom——
The terrifying warrior pressure that had filled the arena moments before
vanished in an instant, like the tide receding from the shore!
Not only that.
Su Yu even deliberately reversed a stream of blood energy to forcefully injure one of his own minor meridians.
His face instantly turned deathly pale.
Completely devoid of color.
Large beads of cold sweat poured down his forehead furiously.
His originally straight spine now hunched slightly.
His breathing became extremely rapid and labored, like a broken bellows struggling to pull in air.
One hundred points.
Ten points.
Five points.
Finally, Su Yu's blood energy fluctuation settled firmly back to its original number.
0.8.
Weakness.
Extreme weakness.
It seemed like a gust of wind could knock him over.
Su Yu raised his head. His originally deep and cold eyes were now dull and lifeless.
He looked at Lei Potian.
The corners of his mouth twisted into a very forced, very bitter smile.
His voice was hoarse, broken and intermittent.
"President... President Lei..."
"Like this..."
"Did I win?"
One sentence.
Combined with Su Yu's current shakily, seemingly on the verge of dying from exhaustion on the stage, instantly plunged the entire audience into a dead silence.
Lei Potian was stunned.
He looked at the youth before him, whose blood energy had plummeted to rock bottom, so weak he could barely stand.
Pale face, drenched in sweat, and even breathing carried a hoarse rasp like a broken bellows.
What was going on?
How could that genuine, madly berserk warrior's hundred-point blood energy disappear into thin air?!
Lei Potian frowned.
As a Grandmaster, he absolutely didn't believe that a person's blood energy could vanish like a magic trick.
An extremely hidden, yet incredibly condensed wisp of spiritual power, like an invisible thread, instantly extended from Lei Potian's brow and silently entered Su Yu's body.
He had to personally probe the truth about this kid!
However.
The result of his probe sent a shock through the heart of this experienced Grandmaster.
Completely empty!
Within Su Yu's meridians, there was not a trace of that vast, ocean-like blood energy. Instead, an extremely faint, impure blood energy, less than 1 point, was flowing sluggishly.
What was even more terrifying was that Lei Potian clearly "saw" several minor meridians at Su Yu's chest, already displaying a catastrophic state of blockage and tearing!
This was... draining himself dry thoroughly?!
Lei Potian gasped in shock.
He hadn't seen through Su Yu's [Breath Concealing Art].
Under his powerful spiritual perception, Su Yu showed no sign of hiding any blood energy. Instead, he presented a catastrophic, drained state of exhaustion after overdrawing his strength.
After a brief moment of shock and hesitation in his mind,
relying on his years of martial arts experience, Lei Potian subconsciously thought.
"A forbidden art!"
Lei Potian gasped inwardly again.
"This kid actually used some kind of forbidden technique that overdrafts his life essence and forcibly raises his blood energy!"
Throughout the long martial arts history of the Daxia Kingdom, there indeed existed some extremely sinister secret methods.
They could, in an extremely short time, burn lifespan and blood energy foundation, unleashing power far beyond one's own realm.
But the cost was extremely severe.
At best, the meridians would be completely severed, leading to lifelong disability.
At worst, one would drop dead on the spot!
Lei Potian looked at Su Yu's blood energy fluctuation, which had fallen to 0.8, and his deathly pale face.
A complex emotion welled up in his heart.
There was shock, regret, and also a hint of admiration.
"What a fierce and unyielding character!"
"To win this match, to get into the Capital Martial Arts University."
"He didn't hesitate to destroy his own martial arts foundation, using this kind of desperate, jade-and-stone strategy to burst out with a certain kill a hundred points of blood energy!"
Lei Potian sighed.
According to the competition rules,
if a referee enters the ring to rescue someone, the rescued party is naturally considered to have lost.
"You..."
Lei Potian looked at Su Yu, a trace more pity in his eyes.
"You win."
Lei Potian turned to face the entire audience, his voice like a great bell or a huge cauldron.
"First match!"
"Su Yu, wins!"
"I don't accept it!!!"
Right in the next second after Lei Potian announced the result.
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