Under the watchful eyes of a Grandmaster, the slightest whisper or hidden movement could lead to total failure.
The act had to be played out to the end.
Moreover, it had to be so convincing that even a Grandmaster would believe it without a doubt.
Su Yu took a deep breath.
This utterly ordinary breath triggered a violent fit of coughing.
“Cough… cough, cough, cough!”
He clutched his chest, his pale face flushing with an unhealthy red from the violent coughing fits.
His teetering body seemed on the verge of collapsing like a withered log at any moment.
Yet he still reached out a hand.
Gently, he placed it on Lin Xiaoxiao’s slender shoulder.
“Classmate Lin.”
Su Yu’s voice was terribly hoarse, like sandpaper scraping together.
“Step aside.”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s whole body trembled as she whipped her head around.
She stared at Su Yu—so utterly weak, looking like even standing cost him every ounce of strength—and her eyes instantly reddened further.
“Have you lost your mind?!”
Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip hard, her voice laced with uncontrollable sobs and anger.
“Look at the state you’re in! Don’t you realize it yourself?”
“Right now, you probably couldn’t even beat an ordinary person. What are you going to use to fight that bastard?”
“Get down from here! I’ll handle the rest!”
As the heiress of a top-tier noble family, Lin Xiaoxiao had countless ways to make Zhao Ze disappear later.
She even swore viciously in her heart: as long as Su Yu could walk off this platform alive today,
tonight, Zhao Ze would vanish completely from Jiang City!
If only she’d known that bastard Zhao was this disgusting, she’d have had someone drown him in a sewer three days ago!
But then.
Su Yu didn’t back down.
The hand resting on Lin Xiaoxiao’s shoulder applied a little pressure,
gently pushing her aside by an inch.
Then,
Su Yu looked over Lin Xiaoxiao’s shoulder, past the furious Zhao Tianxiong, past the kneeling Zhao Ze with his twisted face,
and fixed his gaze directly on Grandmaster Lei Potian.
On the platform, a deathly silence fell.
The eyes of the entire hundred-thousand-strong crowd were locked onto this common-born top scholar who seemed ready to drop dead at any moment.
“President Lei.”
Su Yu spoke.
His voice was faint, broken and halting, yet it echoed clearly through the dead-silent arena.
“Master Zhao just said… the match should continue.”
Su Yu gasped heavily, as if every word caused him immense pain.
“I’d like to ask for your opinion.”
“If I agree to continue,”
“will this match still count?”
Lei Potian looked down at Su Yu from on high.
A flicker of extreme surprise passed through his seasoned, battle-hardened eyes.
He had assumed Su Yu would seize the chance to step down.
After all, even surviving was already a stroke of luck.
“Are you certain?”
Lei Potian frowned deeply, his voice like a great bell, carrying an undeniable pressure.
“Kid, I can see your condition clearly.”
“Your qi and blood are depleted, your meridians damaged.”
“You’re worse than an ordinary person.”
“If the match continues, you might not even get a chance to surrender—you could be beaten to death on the spot!”
“Besides, you’ve already won.”
“Even if there’s a problem, it’s my problem. You don’t need to worry about it.”
Lei Potian was clearly hinting for Su Yu not to act on impulse.
The fall of a genius was the last thing he wanted to see.
But Su Yu just barely managed to curl the corner of his mouth.
“I understand.”
Su Yu nodded.
Then,
he lifted his dim eyes to meet Lei Potian’s gaze,
and asked a question that sent a chill through the hundred thousand people in the arena, leaving their minds completely blank.
“President Lei.”
“I just want to clarify the rules.”
Su Yu’s voice was very soft.
“If… in the next round of the match,”
“I accidentally kill my opponent,”
“would that be against the law?”
Boom!
As soon as these words left his mouth, it was as if a massive bomb had been dropped inside the combat arena!
Everyone thought they had misheard!
Dead silence!
You could hear a pin drop!
A few seconds later,
gasps erupted from the stands!
“He’s crazy! The kid has absolutely lost his mind!”
“Who does he think he is? Possessed by a Grandmaster?”
“A cripple who can’t even stand straight is asking if killing someone is illegal?”
“He’s definitely gone mad from the shock!”
Lei Potian was stunned too.
As a Grandmaster, he had roamed the wilderness for decades—what arrogant junior hadn’t he seen?
But someone like Su Yu, who was already half a foot in the grave yet still dared ask such a question so calmly in front of him?
That was a first.
Lei Potian looked Su Yu up and down, scrutinizing him carefully.
He tried to find a single flaw in Su Yu’s eyes that betrayed bluffing.
But there was none.
Those eyes, though dim, were as deep as a dry well,
utterly calm.
No fear, no despair, not even any reverence for death.
Only a pure, heart-stopping tranquility!
“In your state…”
Lei Potian took a silent, sharp breath.
“You’re actually still thinking about killing someone?!”
Deep down, he felt somewhat disdainful,
believing Su Yu couldn’t possibly do it.
How could a martial artist whose qi and blood had plummeted and who was gravely injured kill a physical education student with a 10.3-level blood energy who had mastered a tier-Xuan combat skill?
How? By headbutting him?
At the same time, Lei Potian couldn’t help but rate Su Yu a bit higher.
What a bold idea.
What a ruthless man!
Not just ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to himself!
Lei Potian could see clearly, even as an outsider, that the enmity between these two was an irreconcilable, deadly feud.
But still.
Lei Potian narrowed his eyes slightly.
Setting aside whether you can actually kill in this state,
I’m standing right here!
With a Grandmaster as the referee, how could you possibly kill?!
Do you think my hundred-thousand-level blood energy is just for show?!
“It’s not against the law.”
Lei Potian withdrew his thoughts and coldly spat out three words.
“In martial arts combat rounds, on the platform, life and death are left to fate.”
“That’s an iron law of Great Xia.”
“As long as the opponent hasn’t shouted ‘I surrender’ or collapsed to the ground,”
“killing the other party carries no legal responsibility.”
Lei Potian looked at Su Yu and added in an extremely serious tone,
“Provided, of course, that you have the skill to do it.”
On the other side,
Zhao Ze, who was kneeling on the ground, was completely dumbfounded.
His mouth hung open as he stared at Su Yu like an idiot,
his mind buzzing.
Kill me?
He wants to kill me?!
After a brief moment of shock,
a wave of absurd, ridiculous amusement surged through Zhao Ze’s heart.
He wanted to laugh.
But he suppressed it hard, his face twisting grotesquely, his shoulders shaking violently.
“Ha… hahaha!”
Zhao Ze finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst into a hysterical, almost manic laugh.
“Kill me? Looking like the wreck you are now?!”
Zhao Ze scrambled up from the ground, pointing at Su Yu, laughing until tears almost came out.
“Su Yu, have you scrambled your brains from the backlash?”
“You think just because you used some damn forbidden technique and spooked me a little, you’re invincible?”
“Do it again?”
Zhao Ze gritted his teeth, a gleam of venomous and ruthless light flickering in his eyes.
“Who will kill who, no one fucking knows yet!!!”
Next to Zhao Ze,
Zhao Tianxiong was also stunned.
But after all, he was an old hand, far more calculating and deep-minded.
He stared fixedly at Su Yu’s pallid face, his mind racing with frantic calculations.
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?!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
