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

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The Jiangcheng First Combat Arena, which can hold 100,000 people, was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Lei Potian's words, "Su Yu, win!" still echoed beneath the towering dome.

But everyone's brains are still in a state of complete shutdown.

One thousand points of Qi and Blood?

Martial Master Realm?!

This term was too distant and too magical for 99% of the people present.

The martial arts system of the Great Xia Kingdom is heavily fortified.

One hundred points of Qi and Blood is the mark of a martial artist.

A thousand points of Qi and Blood is ten times that of a martial artist! It means a true martial artist who can project Qi and Blood outwards and condense Qi into weapons!

In a small third-tier city like Jiangcheng, a martial arts master is enough to establish a sect and become a local overlord!

And now.

This terrifying pressure belonging to a martial arts master actually appeared on an eighteen-year-old high school student wearing a faded old short-sleeved shirt!

"boom--!!!"

A full half minute passed.

On the stands, a tremendous uproar finally erupted, as if it would lift the stadium upside down!

"A martial arts master! My God! He's a martial arts master!"

"An eighteen-year-old martial arts master?! Is he even human?!"

"This is insane! This world is absolutely insane! I actually witnessed a high school student becoming a martial arts master!"

On the periphery of the crowd.

Li Jianguo is the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 12 at Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School.

He was slumped in his seat like a lump of mud.

He stared intently at the gaunt figure on the stage, the one who commanded attention and exuded a terrifying aura like a god.

Tears and snot covered his face.

She was both crying and laughing.

Like a complete madman.

"One million... I drove away an eighteen-year-old martial arts master for one million..."

Li Jianguo slapped himself hard across the face.

It was crisp and clear.

But he couldn't feel any pain.

He felt only a sense of despair, as if he were falling into an abyss.

He knew he was finished.

Not only is his teaching and research career over, but the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association may even send him to a military court on charges of "persecuting a peerless genius"!

On the high platform.

Grandmaster Lei Potian looked down at Su Yu on the arena from his high vantage point.

A terrifying glint shone in those weathered tiger eyes.

No one understood better than him what an eighteen-year-old martial arts master truly meant.

The Great Xia Kingdom has been established for three hundred years.

Martial arts flourished, and geniuses were as numerous as carp crossing a river.

But before the college entrance examination, at the age of eighteen, he broke through the 1,000-point Qi and Blood barrier and entered the realm of Martial Master.

Extremely rare!

No, it's not even a rare exception!

In Lei Potian's memory, the Great Xia Kingdom's archives only recorded that it had appeared three times in history!

Only three times!

Those three people, without exception, later became supreme martial gods who suppressed an era and fought their way in and out of the tide of billions of alien beasts seven times!

It is the true pillar supporting the heavens of the Great Xia Kingdom!

just now.

The fourth one has appeared.

Right in front of him.

Right here in this remote examination hall in Jiangcheng!

"call--"

Lei Potian let out a long breath.

The 100,000 units of qi and blood in the body gradually calmed down.

He looked at Su Yu, at this shrewd, ruthless, and even more ruthless young man who was both to himself and his enemies.

The regret and arrogance that had been there before were no longer in Lei Potian's eyes.

Instead, there is an extremely pure and egalitarian appreciation.

"You are very good!"

Lei Potian spoke.

The sound wasn't loud.

However, through the Grandmaster's powerful aura, he clearly overwhelmed the clamor of the 100,000 people present.

The news reached everyone's ears.

A heartfelt compliment!

A grandmaster with over 100,000 Qi and Blood gave the highest praise to an eighteen-year-old boy in front of the entire city!

Su Yu stood in the center of the arena.

Beneath my feet lay Zhao Ze's gradually cooling corpse.

He raised his head and met Lei Potian's gaze.

His deep eyes showed no sign of being flattered by the Grandmaster's praise.

He nodded slightly.

"President Xie Lei."

Neither overbearing nor overbearing.

This composure once again earned Lei Potian's silent admiration.

however.

At this moment of glory that everyone is watching.

A roar filled with extreme resentment and madness shattered the atmosphere in a highly discordant way.

"What a load of bull!!!"

Zhao Tianxiong's eyes were bloodshot, like a demon crawling out of hell.

He stared intently at Su Yu, his facial features contorted to the extreme.

"He killed my son! He's a murderer!"

"President Lei! You are a Grandmaster! How can you protect a murderer!"

"I want him dead! I want him to be buried with my son right now!!!"

boom!

Zhao Tianxiong's blood and qi, belonging to a high-level martial artist, surged wildly within him. He desperately wanted to rush back onto the arena!

The grief of losing his son had completely shattered his reason.

He has only one thought in his mind right now.

Tear Su Yu to shreds!

This piece of trash should be torn to pieces!

but.

Before he could even take a single step...

"snort."

A chilling snort boomed from the high platform like a muffled thunderclap.

Lei Potian didn't even make a move.

Just one look!

boom--!!!

A terrifying, almost tangible pressure belonging to a Grandmaster pierced through the distance of space and slammed heavily into Zhao Tianxiong's body!

Click!

Zhao Tianxiong's kneecaps made a cracking sound as they gave way under the strain.

The pressure was so immense that the person was pressed firmly to the ground, unable to move even a finger!

Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

"Zhao Tianxiong".

Lei Potian's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

Did you ignore what I just said?

"On the arena, life and death are irrelevant. This is the ironclad rule of the Great Xia Kingdom."

"Your son was outmatched and died in the ring; that was his fate."

"What? You intend to trample on the rules of the Great Xia Kingdom right in front of me?"

"Or are you planning a rebellion?!"

The last two words.

Like two heavy hammers, they slammed into Zhao Tianxiong's heart!

rebel!

If this label is attached to him, not only will he be the head of a martial arts school in Jiangcheng, but even a top family in Kyoto would be executed along with his entire clan!

The extreme fear finally extinguished the madness in Zhao Tianxiong's heart like a bucket of ice water.

Reason returned to my mind in a humiliating way.

He regained consciousness.

He knew he absolutely could not lay a hand on it.

If he dared to lay a finger on Su Yu, Lei Potian would slap him to death without hesitation, and even the entire Zhao family would be wiped out!

Faced with absolute strength.

The power and wealth of aristocratic families are all laughable and easily defeated!

"I...I dare not..."

Zhao Tianxiong gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood and water.

He struggled to his feet.

Those bloodshot eyes stared intently at Su Yu one last time.

It was as if they wanted to etch Su Yu's image deep into their souls.

then.

He staggered to the edge of the ring and picked up Zhao Ze's limp body.

Not a word.

He turned around and walked out of the combat training hall.

His silhouette was desolate, yet it exuded a chilling resentment.

Su Yu watched Zhao Tianxiong's departing figure.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

He knew that he and the Zhao family were locked in a deadly struggle, a fight to the death.

Just then.

"Thump thump thump!"

A series of hurried footsteps came from behind the arena.

A black-clad figure rushed onto the alloy arena, which had just witnessed a life-or-death battle, without regard for anything else.

Lin Xiaoxiao.

She even lost her baseball cap, and her high ponytail drew a youthful arc in the air.

He rushed straight up to Su Yu.

"Su Yu!"

Lin Xiaoxiao grabbed Su Yu's arm.

Those pure and beautiful eyes still bore traces of tears that hadn't dried.

She looked Su Yu up and down, scrutinizing him carefully.

I touched his shoulder and then squeezed his arm.

There are no wounds.

There was no sign of severe qi and blood deficiency.

His muscles were as firm as a piece of steel that had been forged through countless hammer blows. Although the terrifying aura of a martial artist within him had been contained, one could still feel its unfathomable vastness!

It's really nothing!

He's not at his last gasp!

He is a genuine martial arts master!

This has been confirmed.

The huge weight that had been hanging over Lin Xiaoxiao's heart finally lifted.

But then...

An extremely strong emotion, a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and anger, instantly shot straight to the top of my head!

Her cheeks flushed bright red in an instant.

It was so red it looked like it was about to bleed!