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

Today, on the stage, in front of the entire city, I crushed Zhao Ze's throat. Zhao Tianxiong must be wishing he could eat my flesh and drink my blood.

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

A cold, murderous glint flashed in Su Yu's eyes.

But he quickly suppressed that murderous intent.

Currently, it cannot be resolved.

Zhao Tianxiong was at least a martial artist. The Zhao family martial arts school was deeply rooted in Jiangcheng and had a large number of desperados under its command.

Although I have a thousand points of Qi and Blood, I can't fight against four hands with two fists.

Moreover, Grandmaster Lei Potian is still in Jiangcheng.

If they were to go on a killing spree within the city, it would definitely provoke suppression from the military and the martial arts association.

"Let's go to Kyoto first."

Su Yu made a decision in his heart.

"Once we've settled down and our strength has improved further, we'll find an opportunity to come back and completely eliminate this hidden danger."

Reason always suppresses impulse.

Su Yu closed his eyes.

His breathing gradually became steady.

I fell asleep peacefully.

……

At this time.

Jiangcheng, West District.

Within the Zhao family's luxurious villa complex, which covers several thousand square meters.

There were no screams.

There was no roar of fighting.

Not even the slightest fluctuation of qi and blood was detected.

A night breeze blew by.

The air was filled with an extremely strong, nauseating smell of blood.

Zhao Tianxiong sat in the leather boss's chair in the study.

His eyes were wide open, and his pupils were dilated.

There was an extremely thin, almost invisible red line on his neck.

The blood had long since been drained.

In the other rooms of the villa.

The Zhao family's steward, core members, and even their secretly trained assassins.

They all remained in the same position they were in during their last moments.

In despair and extreme fear, they died silently.

At the same time.

Teachers' Apartment at Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School.

The homeroom teacher, Li Jianguo, who tried to force Su Yu to sign a contract of servitude for a million yuan.

Lying in bed.

His face was contorted, and his hands were gripping his chest so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

His death was extremely tragic.

It was as if, before dying, he saw something extremely terrifying.

The night remained silent.

It was as if nothing had happened.

……

the next day.

early morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the tattered curtains of the rented room, illuminating Su Yu's face.

Ring ring—!

The alarm clock by the bedside rang on time.

Su Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no trace of the confusion of just waking up in his eyes; he instantly regained absolute clarity and alertness.

He sat up.

I habitually picked up my phone, ready to check the high-speed train schedule to Kyoto today.

however.

The instant the screen lights up.

Several bold, blood-red push notifications from Jiangcheng local news websites completely dominated the screen.

[Breaking News! A massive fire broke out at the Zhao Family Martial Arts School in Jiangcheng last night; the school's director, Zhao Tianxiong, and dozens of core members perished!]

According to preliminary official reports, the fire was caused by a leak in aging energy pipes in the basement.

[In other news: Li Jianguo, a teacher at Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School, suffered a sudden heart attack at home last night and unfortunately passed away.]

Su Yu looked at the few lines of text on the screen.

His fingers paused slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the words "no one survived" and "sudden heart attack".

A violent surge of emotion welled up in his deep eyes.

Fire?

Energy pipeline leak?

Sudden heart attack?

You're kidding me!

Su Yu's lips curled into a cold smile.

Zhao Tianxiong is a martial artist! He has abundant qi and blood and keen senses.

Let alone an ordinary fire, even if the entire villa were blown up, he could break through the window and escape immediately!

How could he have been burned alive?

And that Li Jianguo, although he is a homeroom teacher, he has definitely practiced martial arts and his blood circulation is smooth. How could he suddenly have a heart attack?

To silence them.

This was an extremely clean and efficient silencing operation, leaving no trace whatsoever!

Moreover, the opponent's strength is extremely terrifying.

It was an absolutely overwhelming power that prevented a high-level martial artist like Zhao Tianxiong from even having a chance to escape or call for help, and he was directly annihilated!

"Who did it?"

Su Yu's brain was working frantically.

He was all alone in Jiangcheng, without any background or support.

Who would destroy a local tyrant family for their own sake?

Lei Potian?

Impossible. Grandmasters hold a highly respected position and represent the official authorities; they would never resort to such assassination methods.

That leaves only one possibility.

In Su Yu's mind, a pure and beautiful figure with a ponytail appeared.

Lin Xiaoxiao.

Yesterday, on the stage, that young lady who stood in front of him like an angry little leopard, pointing her finger at Zhao Tianxiong and cursing him.

"I see……"

Su Yu muttered to himself.

He had originally planned to return and take revenge himself once he had become powerful enough.

did not expect.

It was snatched away directly.

I owe this favor a lot.

Su Yu took a deep breath.

Turn off your phone screen.

There was no affectation, nor any sense of panic.

It's okay to owe it now; I'll find a chance to pay it back later.

Wash up and get dressed.

I picked up that old, faded canvas bag.

set off.

……

Old town, street corner.

A strikingly stylish, all-black, heavy armored off-road vehicle was parked quietly by the roadside.

The car body reflected a cold, metallic luster.

The neighbors passing by all kept their distance and didn't dare to even glance at it.

Su Yu stepped forward.

The rear windows slowly rolled down.

Lin Xiaoxiao was wearing a pair of large sunglasses that covered most of her face.

"Get on the bus!"

She waved to Su Yu, her tone as spoiled and casual as ever.

Su Yu opened the car door and got in.

The car has a very large interior space and is extremely luxurious, even exuding a faint, calming high-end fragrance.

In the driver's seat sat a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and white gloves.

His aura was extremely restrained.

However, relying on his martial arts intuition, Su Yu could vaguely sense that the driver possessed extremely terrifying blood and qi power.

Definitely above the Grandmaster level!

"Uncle Lin, drive to the high-speed rail station."

Lin Xiaoxiao gave an instruction.

"Yes, Miss."

The off-road vehicle started smoothly without making a sound.

Su Yu just placed the canvas bag at his feet.

Snapped.

Lin Xiaoxiao threw an ancient book directly onto his lap.

"Take it."

Lin Xiaoxiao took off her sunglasses and yawned.

There was still a trace of fatigue in the corner of her eyes.

Su Yu lowered his head.

His gaze fell on the cover of the ancient book.

Three simple, ancient characters came into view.

Rock-Breaking Palm.

Su Yu's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

This is the Zhao family's traditional martial arts!

Low-grade Xuan-level cultivation technique!

Yesterday on the stage, Zhao Ze used this palm technique in an attempt to kill himself.

Now, this extremely precious original manual of cultivation techniques was casually tossed to him by Lin Xiaoxiao, just like a tattered magazine from a roadside stall.

Su Yu raised his head.

Looking at Lin Xiaoxiao's pure and beautiful face, which was also a little sleepy.

I understood immediately.

Ironclad evidence.

The Zhao family, and Li Jianguo.

This seemingly pampered and unpretentious young lady was casually erased last night.

Not even a chicken or a dog was spared.

Su Yu gained a deeper understanding of the power of top-tier families.

"Looking at you on the stage yesterday, you didn't even have a decent martial arts technique. You just relied on your brute strength to smash things up."

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned back in the leather seat and pouted.

"You'll be at a disadvantage if you go to Kyoto Martial Arts University with that kind of fighting style."

"This tattered book isn't too bad for me, you can have it!"