High Martial Arts: Integrating with Super AI, Unrivaled and Unstoppable!

He lost a bet and was forced to become an apprentice.

The resentment in Hua Yang's heart was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't get rid of it.

They assumed Lu Xuan had just gotten lucky and used underhanded methods, without any real skill.

But at this moment, Lu Xuan appeared out of thin air, his aura strangely mysterious.

Then he recalled how Wang Qinshou hadn't been exposed to any poison at all.

Hua Yang's back was soaked with cold sweat, his throat tightened, and a chill ran through his body.

In an instant, it dawned on him—this Lu Xuan was no ordinary person.

That last vestige of arrogance shattered completely under this invisible pressure.

Hua Yang's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his knees slightly bent, and he bowed deeply, shouting:

"Master!"

Lu Xuan calmly raised his eyes, his gaze fixed ahead, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Um."

After giving Zhang Hao the antidote, Hua Yang slowly stepped forward, his steps slightly unsteady.

His gaze swept over Wang Qinshou, who was huddled in the corner, and a cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate:

"Young Master Qinshou, how was the taste just now?"

Is it good?

"That's not enough, I have some more here. Would you like some more?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qinshou's throat tightened violently, as if his internal organs were being churned apart.

Clang!

Ugh—!

Uh-huh-! !

His stomach cramped painfully, and a foul, fishy stench assaulted his nostrils, making his eyes red.

He covered his mouth tightly, his throat churning, unable to breathe evenly.

His face was as pale as paper, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

Ugh... hiss... gurgling retching...

My fingertips trembled as I desperately reached forward to touch the water glass on the table.

His breathing was labored and his voice was broken and incoherent.

"Water...I need water! I need...to rinse my mouth!"

But my fingertips just touched the rim of the cup.

Lu Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, but he remained motionless as he swept his foot horizontally.

Bang——! !

The dull, deafening noise made my eardrums buzz and tingle.

Wang Qinshou was thrown around like a rag doll, crashing heavily to the ground.

My whole body felt numb, and I was in so much pain that my whole body was convulsing.

The fishy, ​​pungent taste lingered on my tongue, refusing to dissipate.

The suppressed nausea exploded instantly.

Gulp—!

Woohoo!

Humiliation and excruciating pain simultaneously seeped into my mind.

"ah--!!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw was clenched so tightly that it made a grinding sound, and his roar was raspy.

"I...I'm going to...kill...you all..."

Hua Yang continued his advance without stopping, his back straight, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Kill us? Do you deserve it?"

With your meager resources and limited skills, you dare to provoke my master?

That's just asking for death!

Wang Qinshou's chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by a nauseating churning.

Ugh!

His limbs were limp, his fingertips gripping the ground, he didn't even have the strength to push himself up.

An overwhelming sense of frustration was welling up inside me, threatening to burst.

Hua Yang turned around to face Lu Xuan, all his arrogance vanishing.

His back was bent even lower, his eyes filled with genuine awe, and his tone was respectful:

"Master, I was ungrateful before. I was still resentful after losing the opportunity to become your disciple. I was too narrow-minded."

"Having witnessed your skills today, I am completely convinced. It is an honor for Huayang to become your disciple!"

Lu Xuan's gaze swept across the room, remaining fixed ahead, his tone flat and emotionless:

"Being sensible deserves a reward."

With a gentle flick of the fingertip.

A pale blue light swept by, and the bruises and wounds on Huayang's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The excruciating pain vanished instantly.

Hua Yang's face lit up with joy, his voice trembling with excitement, and he knelt down to express his gratitude:

"Alright, haha, thank you Master, that's amazing!"

Wang Qinshou's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingertips trembled.

His eyes were filled with shock, jealousy, and an overwhelming sense of apprehension.

Cold sweat trickled down my spine, my heart felt icy cold, and I felt nauseous again.

Ugh, I'm sobbing!

Good heavens, what kind of monster have I messed with?

On the other side, Huayang's antidote took effect, and Zhang Hao slowly regained consciousness.

Upon seeing Hua Yang kneeling before Lu Xuan, he immediately flew into a rage and blurted out:

"Master! Why are you kneeling before this good-for-nothing?!"

Hua Yang's face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and he shouted sharply, his voice filled with panic:

"Shut up! How dare you! Zhang Hao, kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake!"

He quickly turned to the side and kowtowed deeply to Lu Xuan, his voice filled with fear:

"Master, your disciple has failed to teach you properly, please forgive me!"

This kid's been blinded by greed; he doesn't know any manners!

Lu Xuan ignored him indifferently, his gaze remaining fixed without wavering, when a thought crossed his mind.

An invisible spiritual pressure suddenly enveloped the entire venue.

Zhang Hao's head exploded with a buzzing sound, his eardrums throbbed with pain, the hairs on his body stood on end instantly, and his limbs became stiff and cold.

Breathing completely stopped, and the person was frozen in place, unable to move an inch.

Wang Qinshou was the closest, and the oppressive aura made his chest feel tight.

He couldn't breathe, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead, wetting the ground.

Ouch!

My heart was utterly silent, with only one thought:

It's over, I'm finished, and the Wang family is finished too.

Hua Yang was on edge, not daring to hesitate for even a moment.

He kowtowed three times, his forehead pressed against the ground, his voice sincere and remorseful:

"Thank you for healing me, Master! I was arrogant and blind before, and I underestimated you."

"From this day forward, I, Huayang, sincerely acknowledge you as my master. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"

"Master, please forgive this unworthy disciple!"

Zhang Hao was so overwhelmed by the oppressive force that his soul almost left his body, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

He kowtowed frantically, his forehead turning bright red, then raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Grandmaster! I was wrong! I admit defeat!"

Please forgive my ramblings!

"From now on, I will obey my master's every command and will never dare to disobey in the slightest! I beg my master to spare my life!"

Chaos erupted all around, with screams, kowtows, and slaps all mingling together.

Lu Xuan stood in the middle, seemingly isolated from all sound, his tone indifferent and devoid of any emotion:

"Step down and do what a doctor should do."

Hua Yang quickly stood up, respectfully responded, and dared not delay for the slightest:

"Yes, Master! Understood! This disciple will take care of it immediately!"

He swept his gaze coldly over Zhang Hao, lowering his voice to rebuke him with a ruthless edge:

"What are you waiting for? Come with me! If you dare say another word, you'll regret it!"

Zhang Hao trembled, then kowtowed three more times, his voice trembling:

"Yes, Grandmaster! Your grand-disciple obeys!"

He carefully got up, shrank behind Hua Yang, lowered his head, and didn't dare to breathe.

After feeding them the antidote, Hua Yang took out his silver needles, focused his energy at his fingertips, and with swift movements, gave the order in a deep voice:

"Their poisoning is quite severe; simply taking the antidote won't be enough."

"Come and lend a hand, keep them calm, I'll administer the acupuncture."

Zhang Hao immediately responded, not daring to disobey in the slightest:

"Yes, Master!"

Hua Yang used the Hua Yang Acupuncture Technique, the silver needles flashing like lightning, precisely piercing the restless person's brow.

Those people trembled and instantly fell silent, no longer acting crazy.

After settling in briefly, Hua Yang bowed respectfully to Lu Xuan.

"Master, I shall take my leave now. I will certainly handle the follow-up matters properly."

Lu Xuan nodded slightly, his gaze remaining fixed, without uttering any further words.

The group quickly left, and the door was gently closed without making a sound.

The room fell into a deathly silence, all noise was shut out, leaving only Lu Xuan and Wang Qinshou, who was slumped on the ground.

Wang Qinshou struggled to his feet, supporting himself on the ground. He swayed unsteadily, felt a tightness in his chest, and was overcome with nausea.

I feel nauseous!

He feigned ferocity, roaring out, his outward bravado masking his inner weakness:

"Lu Xuan, what exactly... do you want to do? Don't go too far!"

Lu Xuan slowly stepped forward, looking down at Wang Qinshou, his gaze fixed on him, his aura chilling to the bone:

"What are you doing? I'm going to hit you."

"You sent someone to assassinate my father."

As soon as he finished speaking, a punch was thrown out with a bang.

Bang-!

Wang Qinshou flew through the air, crashed heavily into the wall, and then slid down.

A mouthful of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Xuan's tone was icy, devoid of any warmth:

"This punch was for my dad."

Wang Qinshou's mouth was stained with blood, and he was convulsing in pain.

He roared, his voice sharp but his tone weak:

"Lu Xuan! You dare... touch me!"

The Wang family will not... let you go!

Lu Xuan continued walking, closing in step by step, his gaze fixed on him without pausing for a moment:

"I don't even consider the Wang family a threat."

You sent men to surround and kill my mother.

The second punch landed hard on his chest.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent room.

Wang Qinshou curled up into a ball, screaming in agony, his whole body trembling with pain.

"This punch was for my mother."

Ugh—!

Lu Xuan's eyes remained calm, showing no change whatsoever.

"You have disregarded human ethics, committed numerous evils, and brought shame upon your family."

The third punch landed with even greater force.

Wang Qinshou convulsed violently, his breath rapidly weakened, and he no longer had the strength to even roar.

He panicked and broke down, crying and begging for mercy:

"I was wrong, please...please...have...my...life!"

"This punch is to teach you a lesson on behalf of your mother."

Lu Xuan lowered his eyes, looking down at the dying man, his tone flat:

"You have tried to kill me time and time again, you are courting death."

The fourth punch landed lightly on his cheek.

The sound of bones collapsing rang out, and teeth mixed with blood and foam flew out of his mouth.

Wang Qinshou collapsed to the ground, too weak to even howl, only able to breathe faintly.

"This punch is for myself."

After the four punches, Wang Qinshou lay motionless on the ground like a lump of mud.

Despair remained in my heart, with only one thought:

Am I going to die?

With a flick of his finger, Lu Xuan unleashed a bio-pulse, stabilizing his life.

A wisp of spiritual power silently swept through his mind.

All the memories of being publicly humiliated, drinking filth, and experiencing extreme pain.

Everything was cleared away, leaving only a blank space.

Having done all this, Lu Xuan turned around, his steps steady, and left straight away.

He didn't look back at all, his gaze always fixed on the front, as if everything that had just happened was insignificant.

Not long after, the door was gently pushed open.

Lin Renhou strode in and, upon seeing the gruesome sight of Wang Qinshou lying on the ground, his expression changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward:

"Young Master! What happened to you? Who beat you up like this?"

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.

A pungent, fishy smell hit him, causing him to furrow his brow.

He suppressed his discomfort and spoke in a low voice:

"Young Master... there seems to be an unusual odor on you."

Wang Qinshou was slightly taken aback. He raised his hand and brought it close to his nose to sniff. His face instantly turned ashen and became extremely ugly.

His mind went blank; he couldn't remember anything, only felt excruciating pain all over his body, and he screamed out:

"A strange smell? What...smell! I...I...can't remember anything at all!"

"It hurts...it hurts so much—!!"

Lin Renhou composed himself, said nothing more, and whispered a reminder:

"It tastes like salted duck eggs!"

"Young master, don't worry about that for now. The funeral procession has already begun, and we're just waiting for you to preside over it."

Wang Qinshou trembled with pain, barely regaining his senses, and spoke blankly:

"Where is my...my father?"

Lin Renhou bowed respectfully:

"The patriarch is unwell. Today, you will be in full charge of all matters, large and small, within the clan."

Wang Qinshou's body trembled, and the intense pain throughout his body seemed to dissipate almost instantly.

His eyes suddenly lit up with a gleam of light, and a surge of ecstasy welled up inside him.

"Me? Fully...in charge? Really?"

He instantly forgot the pain in his body, the panic in his heart, and the pungent odor, his voice filled with excitement:

"Father... could it be... that he intends to pass the position of family head to me?!"

Lin Renhou spoke calmly, his tone even:

"Perhaps!"

Wang Qinshou, struggling to his feet despite his broken body,

His arrogant arrogance rekindled on his face, and he raised his voice:

"Very well! Since Father... trusts me, today, I... will take charge of the Wang family!"

Lin Renhou stood aside, watching his disheveled yet arrogant appearance, and sighed inwardly:

Poor young master!