If Su Yu were to throw away the Yuanlong Spear right now—
He would be nothing more than an ordinary Martial Artist with only a thousand health points!
Facing Chen Feng’s overwhelming three thousand health points, and the relentless onslaught of mental attacks—
Why even bother fighting?
Just rushing in to die?!
“Director Chu!”
Chen Feng glared at Chu Kuang, who was standing in front of Su Yu, his face darkening with displeasure.
But relying on his sense of justice, he gritted his teeth and shouted back loudly.
“This is a fair duel between students!”
“He agreed to it himself!”
“As the referee, are you really going to openly favor him and break the rules of Jingwu?!”
Chen Feng was now dead set on defeating Su Yu.
To avenge his past humiliation!
As long as Su Yu didn’t have that damned Yuanlong Spear in his hands—
He had a thousand ways to crush him beneath his feet!
“To hell with that!”
Chu Kuang’s eyes flashed fiercely, completely unmoved by Chen Feng’s words.
“You’re a senior student in your second year with three thousand health points, bullying a freshman with only a thousand health points—how dare you talk to me about fairness?!”
“I’m putting it on the line right here and now!”
“This duel ends here and now!”
“If anyone dares to lay a finger on him, I’ll be the first to break their legs!”
Chu Kuang’s domineering aura overflowed.
His entire body surged with vitality, looking ready to suppress Chen Feng by force at any moment.
Su Yu stood behind Chu Kuang.
Looking at this elder who was willing to sacrifice even his own dignity as department director to protect him,
A flicker of helplessness passed through the depths of his eyes.
Even without the spear, his fighting spirit remained intact.
Just as Su Yu was about to speak, asking Chu Kuang to step aside—
Suddenly—
Buzz—
The air above the arena rippled violently without warning.
An irresistible, terrifying pressure, like the wrath of heaven itself, descended instantly upon the entire Weiming Lake shore!
The wild wind stopped abruptly.
The lake’s surface calmed.
Everyone’s breath caught sharply at that very moment.
A figure dressed in an ordinary black robe, with a gaunt face, stepped out of the void as if taking a leisurely stroll.
The Vice Principal of Jingwu.
A Martial Emperor-level powerhouse, Nie Changkong!
“Vice Principal!”
All the teachers and students bowed in unison.
Nie Changkong ignored their reverence.
He took a single step forward and appeared directly on the duel platform.
Standing before Chu Kuang and Su Yu.
“Chu Kuang.”
Nie Changkong’s voice was calm, revealing no hint of emotion.
“Step down.”
Just two simple words.
Yet they carried an unshakable, absolute authority.
Chu Kuang trembled all over, his face full of anxiety.
“Vice Principal! You can’t do this!”
“This kid only has a thousand health points. Without the Yuanlong Spear, he’ll be finished by Chen Feng’s mental attacks!”
“He’s our Jingwu’s top-tier freshman, the hope for the future!”
Nie Changkong looked at Chu Kuang and shook his head slightly.
He reached out a hand, seemingly lightly resting it on Chu Kuang’s shoulder.
The next moment—
Chu Kuang’s towering, mountain-like figure was pulled down from the platform without any resistance!
The power of a Martial Emperor was truly terrifying!
Nie Changkong stood at the edge of the platform, hands clasped behind his back.
His gaze deep and unwavering as he looked at Su Yu standing in the center of the arena.
“Young man, having lofty ambitions is a good thing.”
Nie Changkong spoke slowly.
His voice echoed throughout the entire Weiming Lake shore.
"Only those with pride and sharpness deserve the phrase 'Martial Arts Must Strive.'"
"But—"
Nie Changkong's tone suddenly darkened, carrying a coldness forged through countless hardships.
"Blind arrogance will only lead to a death without a grave!"
"A little setback is actually a good thing."
"Losing on the arena? At worst, you lose face and take some bruises."
"That's far better than plunging into an abyss someday, losing your life because of arrogance!"
Nie Changkong’s words struck with undeniable weight.
The meaning was crystal clear.
Don’t interfere!
Losing is losing!
Losing is a form of training!
He was deliberately using Chen Feng to suppress Su Yu’s sharpness.
The title of Special-Class Freshman was too heavy a burden.
If Su Yu thought he was invincible just because of a sudden insight, even daring to throw away his weapon—
Such a mindset wouldn’t get him far.
Only by losing would this kid realize that there are higher peaks beyond the sky, and greater people beyond men!
Only then would he learn to respect and fear others!
In the crowd below,
All the senior students nodded quietly.
The vice principal was right.
This kid was way too arrogant.
He needed a dose of hardship.
At that moment,
On the other side of the arena, Chen Feng, hearing Nie Changkong’s words,
Almost burst out laughing!
What a golden opportunity!
An opportunity of a lifetime!
Even the vice principal was turning a blind eye, almost tacitly allowing him to teach Su Yu a lesson!
What was there left to worry about?!
Chen Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the wild joy in his heart.
He fixed his gaze on Su Yu, the cruel smile on his face now impossible to hide.
“Su Yu!”
“Did you hear what the vice principal said?”
Chen Feng stepped forward, his vitality surging explosively once again.
He pointed to the royal-grade armor on his chest, which gleamed with a dark silver luster.
Continuing his provocation.
“Well?”
“Do you dare or not?!”
“If you win, this priceless Flowing Silver Mystic Armor is yours!”
“If I win!”
Chen Feng gritted his teeth, emphasizing every word.
“From then on, whenever you see me or Lin Xiaoxiao—”
“Stay as far away as possible!”
“Never show your face in front of us again!”
Facing Chen Feng’s roar, and Nie Changkong’s indifferent watch,
Su Yu stood still.
He looked at the so-called royal-grade armor on Chen Feng’s chest,
And shook his head slightly.
“Forget the armor.”
“Make it one hundred billion in cash instead.”
Martial arts—or rather, the system—was his true foundation.
Armor only boosted defense; he didn’t see much use in it.
Silence.
Complete silence.
One hundred billion in cash?!
Even the top families in the capital would be crippled trying to come up with that much at once!
Chen Feng was stunned, then erupted into a furious, mocking laugh.
“Fine!”
“This kid is doomed to lose anyway. That money will never be his!”
“Since you’re courting death, let’s begin!”
Su Yu nodded, without a word wasted.
Under the watch of thousands of eyes,
He grasped the Abyss Dragon Spear.
Whoosh—
The heavy spear cut through the air, leaving a black shadow as it landed steadily in front of Lin Xiaoxiao in the audience.
At that moment,
Everyone watching saw Su Yu actually throw away his weapon.
The crowd absolutely exploded!
“Holy shit!”
“He really dared to do it?!”
“Crazy! Absolutely insane!”
"One thousand points of vitality, no weapon, facing off against a spiritual master with three thousand points of vitality?!"
"Is this even winnable?!"
"Not a chance! This is just asking for trouble!"
On the high platform, Chu Kuang angrily slapped his thigh, stroking his beard as his eyes blazed.
"This brat!"
"Completely blinded by greed!"
"All for that hundred billion, he's just going to get beaten up for nothing!!"
Nie Changkong stood at the edge of the arena, his deep gaze locked tightly on Su Yu.
He wanted to see for himself.
This prodigy with a freakish talent.
After losing his greatest advantage.
What kind of desperate state would he reveal?
On the arena floor,
The fierce wind whipped up the mist from the shores of Unnamed Lake, slapping against the hard alloy ground.
Chen Feng stared at Su Yu, whose hands were empty, a sinister grin spreading uncontrollably across his face.
His three thousand points of vitality churned violently beneath his skin.
Within the dim glow of his vitality, unsettling waves of spiritual energy flickered.
"Ready?" Chen Feng took a sudden step forward, his voice filled with the satisfaction of an imminent revenge.
In his eyes,
Su Yu’s earlier victory was entirely thanks to that Martial Emperor-grade Abyssal Dragon Spear.
It was the spear’s inherent anti-demonic properties that countered his spiritual power.
Now,
Without his weapon,
What could Su Yu, with a mere thousand points of vitality, possibly do against his heavenly-tier spiritual martial arts?!
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