"Principal, it's absolutely true."
"His name is Su Yu, and he's from Jiangcheng."
"He just arrived at Jingwu for registration yesterday, and today, by the shores of Weiming Lake, he defeated Chen Feng, a sophomore, in a single strike."
Upon hearing the name Chen Feng, the corner of the One-Eyed Old Man's eye twitched violently.
Chen Feng!
He remembered him all too well!
At last year's National Freshman Exchange Tournament, this Chen Feng had shone brilliantly with his bizarre and unpredictable Heaven-tier spiritual martial art.
He had fought his way through one opponent after another, brutally advancing all the way to an outstanding second-place finish!
Even several top geniuses from Magic Martial had suffered heavy losses at his hands.
But now...
This peerless prodigy, who had trained a full year longer than Su Yu...
Was actually defeated in one move?!
He didn't even have a chance to fight back!
"Materialized spear intent..."
The One-Eyed Old Man slammed his palm onto the solid alloy office desk.
BANG!
A deep handprint instantly appeared on the surface of the desk.
"Damn it, this is MATERIALIZED SPEAR INTENT!"
"That old bastard Nie Changkong — where the hell did he dig up a monster like this?!"
Materialized spear intent at eighteen years old.
As the principal, he knew exactly what that meant.
As long as the kid didn't die prematurely, he was destined to become an invincible war god who would dominate an entire era!
"Is there still hope for the exchange tournament?"
The One-Eyed Old Man fell silent.
Originally, this year, Magic Martial had produced a Natural Fiend Body — a once-in-a-century occurrence. He had believed they could grind Jingwu into the dirt at the exchange tournament.
And win back all the face they had lost last year.
But now, the sudden emergence of Su Yu was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down ruthlessly on Magic Martial's head!
"Go."
The One-Eyed Old Man took a deep breath.
"Bring me Shen Wudao!"
Moments later.
The door to the office was pushed open.
A bone-chilling, icy fiend aura instantly swept through the entire room.
Even the temperature of the air dropped by more than ten degrees.
A young man dressed in a black trench coat, with a pale face and a hint of eerie strangeness, walked in slowly.
A dim, dark-red glow flickered deep within his eyes.
Shen Wudao.
Magic Martial's top special recruit this year. The Natural Fiend Body!
"Principal, you wanted to see me?"
Shen Wudao's voice was cold, carrying none of the reverence expected from a freshman.
The One-Eyed Old Man ignored his attitude and pointed directly at the holographic projection on the desk.
"Take a look at this."
Shen Wudao stepped forward, his gaze landing on the projected image.
In the image, Su Yu condensed a dark-red materialized long spear out of thin air and pierced through Chen Feng's spiritual defense with a single thrust.
Overwhelming and devastating.
After watching the entire sequence, Shen Wudao's face showed no sign of shock.
Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer of youthful arrogance.
"Materialized spear intent?"
"Interesting."
"But that's about all it is."
The One-Eyed Old Man frowned.
"Don't underestimate him!"
"That's martial will at the materialization stage! Even many grandmasters and great grandmasters can't even touch the threshold of that realm!"
"Chen Feng's three thousand points of vital energy couldn't even survive a single blow in front of him!"
Shen Wudao turned around.
His pale face exuded absolute, unshakable arrogance.
"Principal."
"It won't be a problem."
Shen Wudao slowly raised his right hand.
HWOOOOM —!
A wave of physical black fiend aura instantly coalesced in his palm, forming a twisted skull.
"My Natural Fiend Body is about to be fully activated!"
"In at most half a month..."
"By the time of the freshman exchange tournament, my combat power will be no weaker than a grandmaster's!"
Grandmaster!
The moment those words left his mouth, the very air in the office seemed to freeze solid.
A grandmaster. Over ten thousand points of vital energy!
For context...
In the history of the freshman exchange tournament, freshmen who reached even a thousand points of vital energy were few and far between!
Every single year, if a single freshman reached the martial master realm, it was enough to cause a nationwide sensation.
And Shen Wudao...
He was claiming he would push his combat power all the way to a level comparable to a grandmaster with over ten thousand vital energy points... BEFORE the exchange tournament?!
"Over ten thousand points of vital energy."
Shen Wudao crushed the black fiend-aura skull in his hand with a single squeeze.
A cruel light flashed in his eyes.
"So what if that kid has materialized spear intent?"
"In the face of absolute power, all flashy tricks are just paper tigers!"
"Ten thousand vital energy points, plus my fiend body and Magic Martial's top-tier cultivation techniques."
"That's more than enough for me to crush him in every conceivable way!"
Hearing these arrogant yet utterly confident words, the worry in the One-Eyed Old Man's eyes finally began to fade.
Replaced by a gleam of ruthless determination.
"Excellent!"
The One-Eyed Old Man nodded heavily.
"Go back and train hard. The school's resource vault is fully open to you!"
"Ask for anything, and you'll get it!"
"I have only one requirement."
The One-Eyed Old Man's single eye blazed with murderous intent.
"At the exchange tournament."
"In front of the entire national media..."
"Personally, break that kid's spear intent with your own hands!"
"Sever his aura of invincibility!"
Shen Wudao let out a cold laugh.
"Consider it done."
...
Meanwhile.
Downtown, Kyoto.
The Great Xia Empire's First United Bank, Top-Tier VIP Reception Room.
Su Yu sat on a leather sofa, calmly sipping tea.
Before long, a branch manager walked in, drenched in sweat, holding a black crystal card in his hand.
"Mr. Su, sorry for the wait."
The manager's tone was filled with extreme deference, even a hint of fear.
He glanced at the dark-gold "Elite Freshman" badge on Su Yu's chest, representing Jingwu.
"The one hundred and forty million dragon coins in your account have all been prepared for you."
Su Yu nodded.
He had withdrawn all the cash from his card.
He urgently needed to boost his strength right now. This money was exactly what he needed as fuel for his spending spree before the ten billion arrived.
"And the items?" Su Yu asked.
The manager quickly waved his hand.
Several burly bank security guards struggled to push three heavy-duty carts into the room.
On the carts, a dozen or so massive black alloy safes were neatly stacked.
"It's all here. Unregistered bulk cash."
To avoid large transfers drawing the attention of Jingwu's higher-ups or the Lin family, and exposing his system, withdrawing physical cash was the safest approach.
Su Yu stood up.
He walked over to the carts.
Over a thousand pounds of weight was as light as a feather to his martial-master physique of a thousand vital energy points.
He lifted several safes with one hand, as easily as if they were empty lunchboxes.
Under the stunned, bewildered gazes of the manager and the security guards, Su Yu loaded the dozen giant safes into a rented heavy-duty off-road vehicle.
One stomp on the gas pedal, and he was gone.
He did have the spatial ring Liu Ruyan had given him, but it had only a few cubic meters of space. Far too small for this.
Half an hour later.
Near Jingwu, a luxurious sprawling penthouse apartment.
BANG!
The heavy apartment door slammed shut.
Su Yu stacked all the alloy safes in the middle of the spacious living room.
CLICK.
CLICK.
One by one, the safes were opened.
Stack after stack of fresh banknotes, smelling of fresh ink, piled up like a small mountain, covering the entire carpet.
A sea of red.
An overwhelming visual impact.
Su Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the pile of cash.
Within his deep, profound eyes, a flicker of fierce intensity burned.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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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】
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
