Facing Chen Feng's provocation,
Su Yu stood still.
His deep eyes held not a trace of emotion.
He didn't even bother to assume any defensive stance.
Instead, with a casual air, he raised his right hand.
His five fingers spread slightly.
Woooosh—!
At that moment, the air twisted violently.
A pure, suffocating dark-red glow rapidly converged in the palm of Su Yu's hand.
No blood-energy leaked outward.
No gale-force winds howled.
A spear—two meters long, solid as if forged from reality itself—materialized in his grasp!
Its tip angled toward the ground.
It radiated a ruthless, bone-chilling killing intent.
Chen Feng froze for a moment.
He stared hard at the dark-red spear in Su Yu's hand.
His brow furrowed slightly.
Because his cultivation level was insufficient, and he had never comprehended any form of martial will,
he couldn't tell what in the world that thing was.
He simply assumed it was some special martial art Su Yu had condensed from blood-energy.
"Blood-energy manifestation?" Chen Feng sneered aloud, contempt dripping from his eyes.
"All flash, no substance!"
"Without the demon-slaying property of the Abyssal Dragon Spear, your pathetic little technique is nothing but a sheet of paper against my mental power!"
He showed no fear whatsoever.
He even thought Su Yu was just struggling in his death throes.
Down below, the students buzzed with chatter.
"That martial art does look pretty cool!"
"Summoning a weapon directly from blood-energy? Feels like it could pack a serious punch!"
"So what if it looks cool? Can it beat a Heaven-grade mental energy technique?"
"Hard to say—there's still that two-thousand-point gap in blood-energy."
"Let's just watch. I bet Su Yu doesn't last three seconds."
The freshmen whispered among themselves, clearly not giving the weaponless Su Yu much of a chance.
On the elevated platform, however,
the Spear Department Head, Chu Kuang was stunned.
Completely stunned.
His sharp, eagle-like eyes, the moment they fell upon the dark-red spear in Su Yu's hand,
bulged wide!
His eyeballs nearly popped clean out of their sockets!
"This..." Chu Kuang's throat emitted an extremely strained gulping sound.
He gripped the alloy railing at the edge of the platform with white-knuckled force.
CRACK!
Five finger-shaped dents were crushed into the hardened alloy.
"What the hell is this..." Chu Kuang's voice trembled, even taking on a sobbing edge.
"Is that SPEAR WILL?!?!"
He had practiced the spear his entire life.
He had crawled through piles of corpses for the better part of his years.
Enduring countless hardships, suffering endless wounds,
only barely managing to polish his spear will to the "subtle entry" level.
He knew better than anyone how brutally difficult martial will was to cultivate!
It was pure spiritual transcendence!
But now—what was he seeing?!
Turning from the formless into the tangible!
Manifesting into reality itself!
That thing wasn't some blood-energy-condensed martial art. It was the pure, physical embodiment of spiritual will!
"Condensed form?!" Chu Kuang felt his mind buzzing into a complete mess.
His worldview shattered into dust in that instant.
"Isn't this spear will a little too refined?!"
"Isn't the level a little too high?!"
Chu Kuang roared internally.
Yesterday afternoon, this kid had only just grasped a faint spark of insight by Weiming Lake!
All told, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours!
In one single day,
he skipped subtle entry, skipped formless will,
and went straight to manifestation?!
I've practiced the spear my whole life—was it all drilled straight into a dog's gut?!
At the edge of the arena,
the Martial Emperor-level powerhouse and Vice Principal, Nie Changkong.
He had been standing with his hands behind his back, wearing an expression of profound inscrutability, fully prepared to watch Su Yu get humbled.
At this moment,
all traces of his composure vanished without a trace.
Nie Changkong sucked in a sharp breath.
His deep gaze locked unwaveringly onto the dark-red spear in Su Yu's hand.
His chest heaved violently.
"Manifested spear will..." Nie Changkong murmured under his breath, his voice carrying an undeniable tremor.
He felt his own face burning with an acute sting.
He had just been spouting off, claiming Su Yu needed to taste hardship, needed a dose of setback,
saying the young shouldn't be blindly arrogant and ought to learn a little respect.
And then?
This kid wasn't arrogant at all!
This kid possessed overwhelming, absolute crushing power!
"A true prodigy..." Nie Changkong let out a bitter chuckle, a trace of self-mockery flickering in his eyes.
"Doesn't need any trials at all!"
I've lived for so many years, seen countless monsters beyond measure.
But a freak like Su Yu—an eighteen-year-old who comprehended manifested will—was beyond anything I've ever heard of!
Even that famed Feng Wuji—the one stationed at the Northern Frontier Abyss, hailed as the God of War of the Great Xia Nation—our very own Principal—had only barely scraped the threshold of formless will when he was past thirty!
And even now, Feng Wuji's spear will was only at the peak of manifestation—half a step from transcendental clarity!
This kid!
This kid!!!
Nie Changkong's heart pounded furiously.
A wild, uncontrollable joy at having unearthed a peerless treasure flooded over him.
Shock.
Unmatched, unparalleled shock!
Jingwu Academy had just struck gold—a divine prodigy capable of dominating an entire era!
On the arena stage,
Chen Feng had no clue that the higher-ups on the platform had already had their worldviews shattered into rubble.
All he knew was that Su Yu no longer had a weapon.
This was his perfect chance to wash away his shame and reclaim his dignity!
"Die!" Chen Feng roared, his hands flashing through seals.
The Astra Severing Blade!
Three thousand points of blood-energy converted without reserve into formless, invisible spikes of mental energy,
sharp enough to shred souls.
They tore straight toward Su Yu's brow!
This time, he poured everything he had into it.
He was determined to cripple this arrogant freshman for good!
Facing the fatal strike,
Su Yu moved.
He didn't dodge.
A cold glint flashed through his deep eyes.
The dark-red spear in his hand gave a single, faint thrust forward.
Woooosh—!
The next instant,
Chen Feng felt his world shift.
The bustling grounds around him, the shouting students, the mentors on the platform—
all of it vanished!
He was plunged into a blood-red wasteland.
The air reeked of suffocating, metallic blood.
And in this world,
there was only ONE spear!
A single spear, towering from earth to sky, radiating boundless slaughter and annihilation—a spear of dark red!
That spear, carrying an overbearing force that crushed everything in its path,
pierced straight through his mental defenses.
Demolishing all!
Crushing all beneath it!
Chen Feng's pride, his Heaven-grade mental energy technique,
was less than a speck of dust before that spear!
"NO—!!!" Chen Feng let out a despairing scream within the mental world.
SWISH.
Back in reality,
every illusion vanished in an instant.
The howling winds came to a halt.
Chen Feng snapped his eyes open.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.
He stood frozen stiff,
not daring to move a single finger.
Because—
Su Yu's dark-red spear was resting perfectly steady against his throat.
The spear tip's licking edge had already pierced his skin.
With just a single thought from Su Yu,
he would be separated from his own head!
Defeated.
Defeated with absolutely no suspense.
In fact—
even more swiftly, even more completely, than when he'd held the Abyssal Dragon Spear!
The students below were completely dumbfounded.
The entire shoreline of Weiming Lake fell into a deathly silence.
"What just happened?"
"How did Chen Feng suddenly freeze like that?"
"What kind of martial art IS that?! It instantly crushed even a Heaven-grade mental technique?!"
Among the crowd,
several top upperclassmen, juniors and seniors, were already weak in the knees, their teeth chattering.
They stared fixedly at the long spear in Su Yu's hand, their voices dripping with boundless terror.
"That's not martial arts..."
"That's... manifested spear intent!!!"
The moment those words left their mouths.
The entire arena erupted into chaos!
Everyone looked at Su Yu on the stage as if he were a monster.
Manifested spear intent at eighteen!
The weight of this top-tier freshman kept climbing higher and higher.
Climbing to a level that made people despair.
At the very front of the crowd.
Lin Xiaoxiao watched the dazzling young man on the stage.
A brilliantly bright smile bloomed on her pure, beautiful face.
She clenched her little fist tightly.
From the bottom of her heart, she felt proud and happy for Su Yu.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
