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

Her high ponytail made her look youthful and capable.

Behind her stood four expressionless, composed bodyguards in black.

Lin Xiaoxiao pushed aside the bodyguard blocking her way and ran quickly to Su Yu.

A blush rose on her fair cheeks from running.

"You really came?"

Lin Xiaoxiao looked Su Yu up and down, her eyes filled with surprise and barely concealed worry.

Three days ago, that night in the old street, Su Yu refused her family's special recruitment offer.

She thought Su Yu was just putting on a brave face.

Once he calms down and faces the harsh reality of having only 0.8 health points, he will definitely give up on going to the exam hall to embarrass himself.

Unexpectedly, he actually came.

And he didn't bring anything with him, it was as easy as going out for a walk.

"I told you, see you in the college entrance exam."

Su Yu looked at her, his tone calm.

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip.

She glanced around, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of impatience.

"Su Yu, are you crazy?"

"This is the martial arts examination hall, not the humanities examination hall!"

"The first test is on your Qi and Blood; the passing score is 6 points!"

"If you stand there with only 0.8 health points, the machine will immediately alarm and remove you! Tens of thousands of people will be watching you then, can you handle that?"

As a wealthy heiress, she knew all too well how brutal the elimination process could be in such situations.

That's not just a simple failure.

That's like publicly stripping someone of their dignity and trampling it underfoot.

Su Yu's heart stirred slightly as he looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's anxious expression.

That girl is really stubborn.

For a life-saving debt that can never be repaid, they can value other people's face more than their own.

I know what I'm doing.

Su Yu didn't offer much explanation.

Lin Xiaoxiao was so angry at his stubborn attitude that she stomped her feet.

"You've got a lot of farts to count!"

She turned around abruptly and pulled a delicate metal bottle from her pocket.

Without saying a word, it was shoved into Su Yu's hand.

"Take it!"

The small metal bottle felt cool to the touch and had no labels on it.

But Su Yu could smell an extremely strong medicinal fragrance emanating from the bottle opening.

"This is the liquefied extract of the 'Bloodthirsty Pill' that my dad prepared for me last night."

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her voice and spoke very quickly.

"Drinking it will forcibly increase your Qi and Blood value by 2 points within half an hour."

"Although it's still not enough to pass, at least it will make you look a little more respectable and prevent you from being eliminated by the machine directly."

"There are no side effects, you should drink it right away!"

Su Yu held the priceless little bottle in his hand.

Drugs that can forcibly boost qi and blood are extremely expensive on the market, and are often unavailable even when available.

Lin Xiaoxiao just casually handed it to him.

"Thanks."

Su Yu looked into Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes and said two words seriously.

then.

He put the small metal bottle back into Lin Xiaoxiao's pocket.

"But I don't need it."

"you--!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and she almost laughed out of anger.

Why is this person so stubborn!

Can self-esteem feed you? Can it be used as a source of energy?

Just as Lin Xiaoxiao was about to lose her temper and force the medicine into Su Yu's mouth.

A sudden commotion arose outside the square.

"Look! It's the Zhao family's convoy!"

"Zhao Ze, the young master of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School in Jiangcheng!"

"I heard his Qi and Blood stats are nearing full strength; he's one of Jiangcheng's most promising geniuses to get into Kyoto Martial Arts University this year!"

The crowd automatically parted to create a wide passage.

Three black Rolls-Royce Phantoms slowly drove into the designated parking area outside the examination hall.

The car door opened.

Eight burly bodyguards dressed in matching black suits quickly got out of the car and stood in two rows on either side of the door.

Full of air.

Followed by.

Zhao Ze, dressed in a pure white custom-made martial arts uniform, stepped out of the middle car.

He specially got an extremely exquisite hairstyle today.

His chin was slightly raised.

His eyes held an arrogant look that seemed to look down on everyone else.

Behind him followed the butler with a mustache.

"Young Master, how are you feeling today?" The butler bowed slightly and handed over a hot towel with a smile on his face.

"Better than ever before."

Zhao Ze took the towel, wiped his hands, and casually tossed it aside.

He took a deep breath, feeling the awe, envy, and jealous gazes around him.

This is the treatment he deserves.

He, Zhao Ze, was born to reach the top amidst the spotlight.

"Has the matter of that piece of trash, Su Yu, been cleaned up completely?"

As Zhao Ze walked toward the center of the square, he casually asked a question.

Although he had already decided in his heart that Su Yu was dead, he still wanted to confirm it before entering the examination room, just for good luck.

"Don't worry, young master."

The butler followed closely behind, chuckling in a low voice.

"Don't you know how Old Mo handles things?"

"That kid is probably nowhere to be found, not even a bone fragment."

"It will be absolutely clean and tidy, and there won't be any flies to disturb your enjoyment."

Zhao Ze smiled with satisfaction.

"very good."

He raised his head, his gaze casually sweeping over the crowd in front of him.

Those ordinary, commoner candidates were like leeks in the field, utterly worthless in his eyes.

but.

Just as his gaze swept across a corner at the edge of the square.

Zhao Ze's gaze suddenly stopped.

His pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints in that instant!

His feet froze on the spot.

It was like being hit on the head with a blunt object; I was completely stunned.

"Young Master? What's wrong?"

The butler noticed Zhao Ze's unusual behavior and followed his gaze.

next second.

The butler's face turned deathly pale, and his mustache trembled violently.

"This...how is this possible?!"

The butler gasped in shock, his voice filled with the terror of seeing a ghost.

At the edge of their sight.

The boy wearing a faded short-sleeved shirt with his hands in his pockets.

He was standing there quietly.

The sunlight shone on his face, making every single hair on his body clearly visible.

Live.

It is intact.

There wasn't even a scratch!

Su Yu!

Zhao Ze felt his brain explode with a "buzz".

A strong wave of dizziness hit him, almost making him lose his balance.

What happened?

What is he doing here?!

Where is Lao Mo?

What about that formal martial artist with over 100 health points?

Weren't we supposed to break his legs?

Weren't they going to kill someone to cover their tracks?

Why is this useless character with only 0.8 HP standing perfectly fine outside the exam hall?!

Zhao Ze's breathing became rapid instantly.

His chest heaved violently.

That once composed and arrogant face was now twisted into a ferocious grimace by extreme shock and disbelief.

Su Yu seemed to notice the terrified gaze.

He turned his head slightly.

They were separated by dozens of meters, by a bustling crowd.

Su Yu's gaze landed precisely on Zhao Ze's face.

There was no anger.

There is no hatred.

There was only an extremely calm, indifferent look, like that of someone looking at a dead person.

Su Yu even gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He revealed a half-smile.

boom!

To Zhao Ze, that expression was nothing short of a bombshell!

provocative!

This is blatant provocation!

he knows!

He knows everything!

Zhao Ze's eyes instantly turned red.