He wanted to retreat.
He wanted to shout for help.
He wanted to yell out his surrender to the Grandmaster on the high platform!
But.
Su Yu wasn’t about to give him that chance.
In that fleeting instant when Zhao Ze’s attack landed—his old strength spent, new strength yet to form, and his mind blank from the backlash—
Su Yu moved.
He slowly lifted his head.
His face, which had been as pale as paper, no longer showed any sign of weakness or pain.
His eyes, once dim and lifeless, now gleamed deep as an abyss.
They carried a cold, detached look, as if he were looking down at an ant.
“You…”
Zhao Ze stared into those eyes, his very soul trembling.
Su Yu said nothing.
He simply took advantage of their closeness and raised his right hand with casual ease.
He threw a punch.
It was feather-light, without any trace of blood energy ripple.
Like an old man practicing tai chi in a park.
Its trajectory aimed straight for Zhao Ze’s already fractured right arm.
On the high platform.
Lei Potian had just stood up, ready to step down and declare the match over.
Seeing Su Yu’s effortless punch, he frowned slightly.
“Still struggling?”
“A shame. It means nothing now.”
Lei Potian shook his head.
But then.
In the thousandth of a second before Su Yu’s fist touched Zhao Ze’s arm—
Something changed.
Without any warning, Su Yu’s gentle fist altered its path!
His hand shifted from a fist into a claw!
It lurched upward with a terrifying speed that defied physics and blurred beyond human vision.
Its target?
Zhao Ze’s throat!!!
At the same time.
Inside Su Yu’s body, the floodgate of terrifying blood energy—long sealed and suppressed by the Breath Concealment Art—
Shattered completely.
Boom—!!!!!!
No warning.
No gradual climb.
Not 10 points.
Not 100 points.
But a full one thousand points!!!
One thousand points of blood energy!!!
The dreadful pressure of the Martial Master realm erupted like a nuclear bomb detonating in the center of the arena!
The crimson light of blood energy darkened to black.
It surged into a sky-piercing pillar of blood, smashing through the reinforced glass dome of the training hall!
Violent waves of force spread in all directions like rings of destruction.
The alloy guardrails around the platform were torn to shreds instantly!
Audience members in the front row didn’t even have time to scream before the overwhelming pressure hurled them away!
The entire Jiangcheng No.1 Martial Arts High School trembled violently under that power!
“What?!!!”
On the high platform.
The Grandmaster Lei Potian’s pupils shrank to pinpricks!
His weathered face, which had seen countless battles, finally twisted into unprecedented, ghost-like shock!
One thousand points?!
The Martial Master realm?!
How is this possible!!!
A teenager—only eighteen years old—possessing Martial Master cultivation?!
And he’d perfectly disguised a thousand points of blood energy as just 0.8?!
Even the Grandmaster, with his spiritual perception, had been completely fooled!!!
“STOP!!!”
Lei Potian’s eyes bulged as he let out a roar that shook the entire city.
His hundred thousand points of blood energy burned wildly as he tried to tear through space to save Zhao Ze.
But.
Too late.
The moment of relaxation a second ago had been his fatal mistake.
Just as Lei Potian reacted and his blood energy surged—
Su Yu’s iron-clawed hand had already clamped down tightly on Zhao Ze’s throat.
Zhao Ze’s eyes bulged, nearly popping out of their sockets.
He felt the unstoppable terror of that grip on his neck, sensed the deadly aura of a Martial Master so close.
Endless despair and regret washed over him like a tidal wave.
He wanted to beg for mercy.
He wanted to say he was wrong.
He wanted to offer that million back with both hands.
But his throat was crushed. He could only gurgle hopelessly.
Su Yu stared into Zhao Ze’s terrified eyes.
His gaze held not a trace of pity.
“I told you,”
Su Yu’s voice cut through the roaring blood energy, sharp in Zhao Ze’s ears.
Cold. Deathly still.
“You’ve finished your last words.”
“Now it’s time to hit the road.”
As the words fell,
Su Yu’s fingers closed without hesitation.
Crack!
A crisp, piercing sound of bones breaking echoed through the deathly silent training hall, transmitted clearly by the speakers to every person present.
Zhao Ze’s neck vertebrae were crushed clean through by Su Yu’s bare hand!
Life snuffed out instantly!
Those eyes, full of terror and despair, lost all their light.
His head drooped at a grotesque angle, limp and lifeless.
Thud.
Su Yu let go.
Zhao Ze’s body collapsed like a sack of mud, hitting the cracked alloy floor with a heavy slam.
Blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth.
It stained his pure white custom martial arts uniform.
Dead.
Heir to Jiangcheng’s top-tier Zhao family, owner of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall.
A prodigy at 10.3 blood energy points.
Slaughtered like a chicken, his throat crushed in public on the high school exam platform!
Silence.
A deathly silence.
The entire training hall—a space capable of holding a hundred thousand people—
Suddenly felt as though every bit of air and sound had been sucked away.
No one spoke.
No one breathed.
Everyone stood frozen, rigid as statues, staring at the center of the platform.
Staring at the body sprawled in a pool of blood.
Staring at the lean, young silhouette standing beside it, radiating a thousand points of terrifying Martial Master blood energy.
Their minds flatlined.
Their worldviews shattered.
Below the platform.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s tears hadn’t yet dried.
She stood there, dazed, looking at Su Yu’s tall, straight back and feeling the overwhelming pressure—something that even she, an intermediate martial artist, struggled to bear.
Her crimson lips parted slightly.
She was completely stunned.
A thousand points?
A Martial Master?
She remembered just yesterday, in the private booth, she had haughtily claimed she would protect him, even taught him how to dodge attacks.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s cheeks flushed instantly. A deeply absurd feeling surged within her.
“This damn liar…”
Inside the VIP booth.
Zhao Tianxiong’s joyful grin was still frozen on his face.
He remained in the same posture, having just slapped his thigh in triumph.
Helplessly, he watched his son’s throat crushed by Su Yu.
“Ze… Ze’er?”
Zhao Tianxiong murmured, his voice dreamlike.
Then, a wave of indescribable grief and blazing fury surged straight to his brain!
“AHHHHHH!!!”
“YOU LITTLE BRUTE! I’LL TEAR YOU APART!!!”
Boom!
Zhao Tianxiong smashed straight through the glass wall of his booth and charged toward the platform like a madman!
But before he could even get close,
A sturdy figure had already appeared on the platform as if by teleportation.
The Grandmaster. Lei Potian.
He stood with his back to Su Yu, his face grim as iron.
His battle-worn eyes churned with emotions far too complex to name.
Shock, rage, disbelief, and... a hint of undisguised admiration.
He had misjudged him.
Completely and utterly misjudged him.
This common-born youth, whom he had dismissed as an ostentatious upstart,
not only possessed a terrifying cultivation base of a thousand points at the Martial Artist Realm,
but also harbored a profound and calculating mind, along with the ruthless decisiveness to kill!
Under the very nose of the Grandmaster, he had used sheer acting to fool the Grandmaster’s perception and killed his opponent by force.
According to the laws of the Great Xia Empire, once on the arena, life and death were irrelevant.
Su Yu had even deliberately confirmed the rules with him earlier!
Lei Potian took a deep breath, suppressing the storm raging within him.
He watched Zhao Tianxiong charging toward him, then waved his sleeve.
A gentle yet irresistible force erupted, sending Zhao Tianxiong staggering back a dozen steps.
“President Lei! He killed my son! I demand his life!” Zhao Tianxiong roared, bloodshot eyes dripping with fury.
“Silence!”
Lei Potian bellowed, the oppressive aura of the Grandmaster instantly enveloping the entire venue.
He turned around, his gaze fixed on Su Yu, who had now suppressed his qi and blood, returning to a calm, unfathomable state.
After a long silence, Lei Potian’s voice boomed through the loudspeakers, echoing across the entire city of Jiangcheng.
“Practical combat assessment, first match.”
“Su Yu wins!”
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?!
