Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

"You took 200,000 from me and now you're playing hide-and-seek?!"

He paced restlessly back and forth in the bathtub.

It has been a full twelve hours since the order was given last night.

Based on Lao Mo's usual efficiency, he should have sent over the photos of Su Yu's broken legs before dawn today.

But now.

Stone sinks into the sea.

There has been no word from them.

What exactly is going on?

Did they kill him or not?

A sense of unease began to rise in Zhao Ze's heart.

The college entrance examination is just around the corner.

If Su Yu, that ungrateful lowly trash, really did walk into the examination room unscathed.

Where does that leave Zhao Ze's face?

He made a threatening statement, saying he would make Su Yu stay in the hospital for half a month!

"Young Master, please don't be anxious."

Beside him, a shrewd-looking middle-aged man with a mustache quickly stepped forward and handed him a bathrobe.

This is Zhao Ze's trusted steward, and also the deputy director of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.

"In my opinion, the matter will definitely be accomplished."

As the butler helped Zhao Ze put on his bathrobe, he confidently analyzed the situation.

"Think about it, what kind of person is that kid named Su Yu?"

"Qi and Blood Value: 0.8!"

"This kind of trash, let alone a formal martial artist like Old Mo, I could crush even one of my apprentices with one hand!"

The butler's face was full of contemptuous sneers.

"On what grounds does he have to resist?"

"Should we resist with our heads down?"

Zhao Ze tightened the belt of his bathrobe, but his brows remained furrowed.

"Why isn't Lao Mo answering the phone?"

"What if?"

Zhao Ze walked to the leather sofa next to him, sat down, picked up a glass of red wine, but was too agitated to drink it.

"What if Old Mo makes a mistake?"

"What if that kid Su Yu calls the police?"

"impossible!"

The butler decisively interrupted Zhao Ze's concerns.

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Young master, you're overthinking it."

The butler walked to the sofa, bowed slightly, and spoke with extreme certainty.

"Old Mo is a martial artist with over 100 health points!"

"His approach to a civilian with a 0.8 rating is like driving a tank to crush an ant."

"Even with my eyes closed, I couldn't possibly miss!"

"Even if something really does happen, Lao Mo will definitely send you a message for help immediately."

"There's only one possibility now that there's no news at all."

The butler lowered his voice, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.

"I guess Old Mo went too far."

"I accidentally killed that kid!"

Zhao Ze's hand, which was holding the wine glass, suddenly paused.

Killed?

"The laws of the Great Xia Kingdom are strict. Killing a college entrance exam candidate during the exam period is a serious crime that would alarm the city defense bureau."

The butler continued his analysis methodically.

"Old Mo was probably afraid of getting into trouble, so he took his men and disposed of Su Yu's body overnight."

"Destroying evidence takes time, and you can't reveal your location by turning on your phone."

"He will contact you once he has cleaned up the mess."

After listening to the butler's analysis.

Zhao Ze's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed slowly.

Yes.

How can a 0.8 weakling survive against a martial artist?

It must have been that old Mo, that brute, who lost control of his strength and killed the man with one blow!

They're probably hiding somewhere in the middle of nowhere, digging a hole to bury the body!

That makes sense.

Zhao Ze let out a long breath and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

The gloom in my heart was swept away.

Instead, there was a sense of superiority and arrogance.

"It's better that he's dead."

Zhao Ze sneered and casually tossed the empty wine glass onto the expensive carpet.

"A spineless coward who won't listen to reason but will suffer the consequences."

"He wouldn't take a million dollars, he insisted on risking his life."

"This is the tragedy of ordinary people at the bottom of society: they can never recognize their own identity."

Zhao Ze stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking down at the bustling river city below the mountain.

The sunlight shone on his face, revealing his arrogant pride.

"Alright, let's ignore that dead man."

Zhao Ze turned around, opened his arms, and let the butler and bodyguards come forward to help him change into his custom-made martial arts uniform.

"Tell the kitchen to stew the meat of that first-tier saber-toothed tiger that was just delivered."

"I need to get my Qi and blood in peak condition."

Zhao Ze's eyes gleamed with boundless ambition for the future.

"Just focus on preparing for the college entrance exam."

"In the exam hall two days later."

"I, Zhao Ze, will surely shine brightly!"

Two days later.

early morning.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist of the old town, illuminating the narrow streets.

Su Yu stood in front of the broken mirror in the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

Water droplets slid down his angular face.

The person in the mirror had calm, deep eyes, like a stagnant pool.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, he did not use the system to spend money again.

He also did not go out to test his terrifying martial arts power again.

He simply stayed in his rented room like any other senior high school student, going through all the humanities review materials from beginning to end.

His photographic memory allowed him to memorize all the knowledge points.

He spent the rest of his time doing one thing.

适应。

Adapt to the "Breath Convergence Technique" that he had perfected.

Now, the locks on his blood and qi have been perfectly closed.

The 1000 points of martial arts master's qi and blood were firmly suppressed deep within his bone marrow.

Outwardly, it only shows a score of 9.8, neither more nor less.

Su Yu casually grabbed a towel and wiped his face dry.

I changed into a clean, faded short-sleeved shirt and put on a pair of loose sweatpants.

Refreshing.

neat.

I didn't bring anything extra, not even a backpack.

Push the door open.

Go downstairs.

Today is the day of the Wuhan University entrance examination.

The entire city of Jiangcheng seemed to awaken at this moment and fall into a frenzied frenzy.

Red banners were strung up along both sides of the street.

"May martial arts flourish, and may humanity endure forever!"

"Wishing all students of Jiangcheng great success in their military endeavors!"

The normally congested motor vehicle lanes were under full traffic control today.

Every fifty meters, there was a city defense soldier with a live ammunition standing to maintain order.

The martial arts college entrance examination is the most sacred and inviolable iron law of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble today will be killed on the spot without exception.

With his hands in his pockets, Su Yu walked slowly along the sidewalk toward the examination hall.

Jiangcheng No.1 Martial Arts High School.

This is the largest test center in Jiangcheng and also the most well-equipped test site.

When Su Yu arrived at the outer perimeter of the examination hall, it was already packed with people.

Parents, test takers, and media reporters packed the spacious square to capacity.

The air was thick with a mixture of tension, excitement, and anxiety.

Someone was frantically taking deep breaths in place.

Some people are drinking expensive blood and qi supplements at their parents' behest.

Some people were so nervous that their faces turned pale and their legs trembled.

Su Yu stood on the periphery of the crowd, quietly watching this scene.

There was no disturbance.

He was like an observer detached from the world.

"Su Yu!"

A crisp sound suddenly pierced through the noisy crowd.

Su Yu tilted his head slightly.

Not far away, next to a black bulletproof SUV, Lin Xiaoxiao was waving vigorously at him.

Today she wore a form-fitting black martial arts uniform that perfectly accentuated her tall and well-proportioned figure.