The Abyssal Dragon Spear was forged from the spinal bone of a level-eight exotic beast, the Deep Sea Abyssal Dragon—a weapon ranking at the Martial Emperor grade!
It inherently carried terrifying killing aura and demon-breaking properties.
Su Yu didn't use any martial technique.
It was simply a burst of one thousand blood qi.
Combined with ten million years of honed battle instinct.
And the sheer ferocity of the Abyssal Dragon Spear itself!
Spear out like a dragon!
Sss! Sss! Sss!
Three extremely faint tearing sounds rang through the air.
Like balloons being popped by steel needles.
Chen Feng's proud, formless, and imageless mental-attribute spikes.
In front of the Abyssal Dragon Spear's tip.
Didn't even hold for half a second.
They were brutally, overwhelmingly, and instantaneously shattered!
Crushed to dust!
"What?!"
The sneer on Chen Feng's face froze solid.
A violent stabbing pain erupted in his head as backlash from his shattered mental force darkened his vision.
But.
Before he could even react.
A dim red glint had already dilated infinitely in his pupils!
Too fast!
Faster than anything a Martial Master realm cultivator could comprehend!
It was absolute killing intent—no wasted motion, the shortest distance between two points!
Whoosh.
The fierce wind stopped dead.
Time on the arena seemed to freeze completely.
The entire venue went silent.
Not a single sound.
A full four or five seconds passed.
Then a wave of sharp, synchronized gasps exploded through the crowd like a hurricane!
"Holy crap!!! What just happened?!"
"One move... just one move?! A thousand blood qi instantly killed a Martial Master mid-stage with three thousand blood qi?!"
"Chen Feng used the Chen family's top-grade Heaven-tier 《Phantom Disaster Blade》! It ignores physical defense! How could a spear just smash through it?!"
In the front row, a few senior students who had been waiting to see Su Yu humiliated now found their legs going weak, their voices trembling violently.
"Did you see that... he didn't even use blood qi to protect his body!"
"He didn't even release that 'spear intent' from yesterday's rumor! It was just an ordinary straight thrust—pure physical power and battle instinct, and he poked a Heaven-tier mental martial art to death?!"
"Just how monstrous is his combat instinct?!"
Panic and reverence spread like a plague through the dense crowd of Beijing Martial Arts University students.
All eyes that had once held jealousy and contempt for the calm, single-spear-wielding youth were now completely gone.
In their place—deep, bone-rattling fear!
"Monster... this is a real monster!"
Somewhere in the crowd, someone swallowed hard and muttered with great difficulty.
"This is the one... the only super-elite freshman in a hundred years, second of only two?"
"No wonder the three department heads fought shamelessly over him, no wonder the Martial Emperor principal personally ordered his special admission..."
"Against this absolute, overwhelming violence, how did we ever think he didn't deserve it?"
All the defiance, all the pride.
Crushed to powder under that one spear's brutal, unreasonable killing supremacy!
This wasn't a newly enrolled freshman.
This was a peerless savage beast in human skin, walking straight out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Every gaze, filled with endless awe, stared blankly at the center of the arena.
Chen Feng stood frozen.
His hands still in the seal-forming gesture.
The three thousand points of raging blood qi in his body now cowered back into his core like mice facing their natural predator.
A single bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
Dripping onto the alloy floor.
The sound was crisp and clear.
In front of his throat.
Less than a millimeter from his skin.
A section of dark red spear tip hovered perfectly still.
The sharp killing energy had already pierced his epidermis.
A thin trickle of crimson blood seeped out.
If Su Yu pushed his wrist forward even a hair's breadth more.
Chen Feng's throat would be pierced clean through!
Instant kill!
One move!
Two thousand blood qi difference!
Against a cunning, unpredictable mental-force martial artist.
Su Yu didn't even release his spear intent.
He only needed one move!
Up on the high platform.
Chu Kuang's foot, just lifted and ready to jump down to intervene, hung frozen midair.
His weathered, battle-scarred face was written with a haunted disbelief.
His eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out.
"This..."
A difficult swallow rumbled through Chu Kuang's throat.
"Is this beginner spear intent?!"
"No! He didn't even use spear intent!"
"Pure battle instinct and physical force?!"
"One thrust and he shattered a Heaven-tier mental technique?!"
Chu Kuang was stunned.
He felt his years of martial arts philosophy being dragged across the floor and ground into dirt.
This kid's combat talent—wasn't it a little too absurd?!
He destroyed a Heaven-tier technique with pure brute force!
Below the arena.
Lin Xiaoxiao watched the scene and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.
She hadn't expected Chen Feng to be so weak that he didn't even qualify to make Su Yu release his spear intent!
Truly, too weak.
On the arena.
Su Yu held the spear one-handed.
His eyes deep and calm, looking at the trembling, terrified Chen Feng.
"You lost."
Su Yu's voice wasn't loud.
But in the deathly silent training ground, it carried clearly into every ear.
Chen Feng's cold sweat dripped.
The stinging pain in his throat jolted him awake from his daze.
He had lost.
A newly enrolled freshman had killed him in a single move with a thousand blood qi.
His martial heart teetered on the edge of collapse!
"No!"
A beast-like roar tore from Chen Feng's throat.
He stumbled back two steps, dodging the lethal spear tip.
His eyes bloodshot, he stared at Su Yu.
"Impossible!"
"How could I lose?!"
He was the pride of the Chen family, a three-thousand-blood-qi grandmaster, holder of a Heaven-tier mental technique!
How could he not even survive a single exchange?!
Then.
His gaze landed on the Abyssal Dragon Spear in Su Yu's hand.
The dark-gold dragon-scale patterns, the terrifying pressure radiating from the spear tip.
A lightning bolt seemed to strike through Chen Feng's mind.
Like a drowning man grasping the last straw, he whipped his finger at Su Yu and screamed.
"I know!"
"It's the spear in your hand!"
"That's the famous Abyssal Dragon Spear! A Martial Emperor-grade divine weapon!"
Chen Feng's voice pitched sharp with hysteria.
"That spear was forged from an eighth-rank Abyssal Dragon's spine—it naturally carries demon-breaking and mental-force-suppressing properties!"
"You didn't break my 《Phantom Disaster Blade》 with your own strength!"
"You relied on that Martial Emperor-grade weapon's suppression!"
"That doesn't count!"
"You cheated!!!"
The louder Chen Feng yelled, the more it seemed he thought volume could cover the humiliation of being instantly killed.
The crowd of freshmen and seniors stirred with murmurs.
"The Abyssal Dragon Spear? No wonder it has such fierce killing aura!"
"If it's a Martial Emperor-grade weapon with inherent demon-breaking effects, then it makes sense that Chen Feng's mental attack was shattered instantly."
"But... duels don't have rules against using a good weapon, do they?"
On the arena.
Su Yu looked at the frenzied Chen Feng.
His deep eyes flickered with an utterly speechless expression.
If only you'd said no spears from the start?!
Now you want to talk to me about this?
Boom!
At that moment,
a burly figure plummeted from the high platform like a meteor!
The hard alloy fighting ring was dented with two deep footprints where he landed.
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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