At this critical moment...
Rumble—!!
The ceiling shattered, and massive alloy beams snapped like dry twigs, their steel reinforcements twisting with a teeth-grinding groan. A cloud of dust and debris filled the air, illuminated by sunlight to form a colossal pillar of light that shone directly onto the center of the martial arts hall.
At the very heart of that radiant column, a figure stood suspended in mid-air.
His faded gray work uniform now seemed more majestic than a dragon robe. Violet-gold qi and blood flowed around him like tangible silk, swirling slowly in the air.
Martial King Realm: walking on air, the physical body transcending the material realm!
This was a sign of transcending the mundane and truly stepping into the higher realms of life's evolution!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like ten thousand mountains crashing down simultaneously, instantly filled the entire martial arts hall.
Thump!
Thump!
Except for Su Yu, who was enveloped in a gentle aura, everyone present—the Dean of Discipline, the homeroom teacher, and the students from earlier—collapsed to their knees in perfect unison.
They didn't kneel willingly; it was a primal fear of higher life forms, rooted deep in their genes, that forced them to submit.
The epicenter of this oppressive force was Wang Heng, who had moments ago been poised to kill Su Yu.
Now, Wang Heng retained none of the demeanor of a Qi Blood Realm expert. He lay pinned to the cracked floor like a dead frog on a chopping board, his body splayed out in a "大" shape. His bones creaked under the crushing weight, his facial features distorted, and his eyes bulged as he stared fixedly at the god-like figure hovering in the air.
"Walking... walking on air..."
A ragged, bellows-like gasp escaped Wang Heng's throat as the venom in his eyes instantly transformed into boundless terror. "...Martial King?! Azurewave Base City... since when... has it had a Martial King?!"
In this base city where even Masters were considered "big shots," a Martial King was akin to a god—a legend made flesh!
In the air, Su Wu slowly lowered his head.
Those violet-gold eyes held only the indifferent gaze of one looking down upon ants.
"Dad!"
In that deathly silence, Su Yu tilted his head back, gazing at the familiar yet alien figure. His eyes instantly reddened, and his voice trembled as he called out that single word.
That single word, "Dad," struck everyone present like a thunderbolt, shattering their minds!
Xu Lele knelt on the ground, struggling to lift her head, her beautiful eyes wide with shock.
"Su... Su Yu's dad? That... that father who guarded the city walls?!"
The Dean of Discipline trembled violently, his body shaking like a leaf. The memory of his earlier insults—calling Su Wu a "useless wretch"—echoed in his mind, causing his vision to blur and making him wish he could faint on the spot.
Oh my god!
He had just mocked the son of a Martial King for not being able to afford the registration fee?!
"Dare to touch my son..."
Su Wu slowly descended, his feet hovering three inches above the ground. He gazed at Wang Heng on the ground, his voice so calm it chilled Wang Heng to the bone:
"You people... you've got real guts."
"N-no... Senior! It's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!" Wang Heng felt a palpable killing intent, his liver and gallbladder trembling with fear. He desperately tried to beg for mercy, "I didn't know he was your son! If I had known, I wouldn't have dared, even if I had ten thousand lives! I'm from the Wang Family! My brother-in-law is the Deputy Commander of City Defense! Please, consider..." Get faster updates on g.com.
Su Wu didn't even bother listening to his pathetic excuses.
He lightly lifted his right foot and brought it down with a casual, almost weightless stomp, like extinguishing a cigarette butt.
Bang!
There was no flashy technique, no earth-shattering explosion.
Just the sound of a watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer.
Wang Heng's head, along with his desperate pleas, instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist beneath Su Wu's foot!
The headless corpse twitched twice before falling completely still.
Fresh blood splattered onto the face of the middle-aged woman beside him—Wang Tai's mother. The warm, metallic tang jolted her out of her daze.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
The woman stared at her husband's headless corpse, her entire being collapsing. She crumpled to the ground, scrambling backward on all fours, her expensive dress stained with crimson.
"You... you killed him! You actually killed him!"
Su Wu turned away expressionlessly, his blood-soaked leather boots clicking crisply against the shattered floor tiles with each step.
Step by step, he advanced toward the woman.
"Y-you stay back!" Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared across her face. In her terror, she grasped at her last lifeline:
"My own brother is Wang Meng! The Deputy Commander of the City Defense Force! If you kill a member of the Wang Family, my brother will never let you live! The City Lord won't either!"
She screamed hoarsely, desperately invoking her family connections to ward off the shadow of death that clung to her like a shroud.
Su Wu didn't pause for even half a second.
"Deputy Commander of the City Defense Force?"
"So what?"
His retort dripped with utter contempt.
"You've abused your brother's power, allowing your son to bully classmates and commit atrocities at school. Today, you face your reckoning."
As his words faded, Su Wu slowly raised his right hand.
Within his palm, violet-gold qi and blood energy began to coalesce wildly, distorting the surrounding air with intense heat.
"No! Don't!!!" The middle-aged woman felt the suffocating grip of death, closing her eyes and screaming in despair.
At that critical moment!
"Stop!!!"
A furious roar echoed from the distance, accompanied by the sharp crack of air being torn apart.
Boom!
The already crumbling door of the martial arts hall was shattered by a tremendous force.
A figure clad in silver commander's battle armor, radiating overwhelming power, charged in like a cannonball. The newcomer's face was stern, his qi and blood burning like a furnace—Deputy Commander of the City Defense Wang Meng, who had rushed to the scene upon receiving the news.
"You bastard!!"
Wang Meng's eyes burned with fury. He couldn't discern Su Wu's cultivation realm, but he instinctively believed that no one in Azurewave Base City would dare kill someone in front of him.
"Whoever you are! To commit such a heinous act in broad daylight, slaughtering nobles! You're defying the very laws of Azurewave City!"
Wang Meng drew the alloy combat blade from his waist, its razor-sharp edge pointing directly at Su Wu. The oppressive aura of a Master Realm cultivator erupted from him, attempting to intimidate his opponent.
"Kneel down and surrender immediately! Or else..."
Su Wu slowly turned his head, his gaze falling upon this "important figure" who had rushed here to meet his death.
A flicker of impatience flashed in his eyes.
"The law?" Su Wu sneered. "Where was the law when you bullied my son? Where was the law when you stole his rightful place? And now you dare lecture me about the law?"
Su Wu's figure vanished from its spot.
Wang Meng's vision blurred. The man who had been ten meters away moments ago was now pressed against his nose!
The terrifying Martial King aura, so potent it froze his very soul, erupted without restraint.
"You... you're..."
Wang Meng's pupils shrank to pinpricks. He couldn't even raise his combat blade in time. The paralysis gripping his body revealed a despairing truth—the insurmountable gap between their power.
"In your next life, remember to control your family."
Su Wu's massive hand, like an iron vise, casually gripped Wang Meng's head.
No wasted words.
No hesitation.
Bang!
Like crushing a rotten tomato.
The deputy commander of Azurewave Base City, who wielded immense power and controlled countless lives, didn't even have time to scream before his head exploded.
The headless corpse swayed, and the battle blade clattered to the ground.
Su Wu casually flicked the blood from his hand, as if discarding something filthy.
The entire arena fell into deathly silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
Xu Lele covered her mouth, while the Dean of Discipline rolled his eyes back and fainted.
Standing in the pool of blood, Su Wu felt half of the pent-up rage that had festered in his heart for twenty years finally released.
Today, he was furious.
With the experience of two lifetimes, he could usually tolerate, retreat, or dismiss most things with a laugh.
But.
They should never, ever have touched his son!
Su Wu slowly turned, his murderous intent undiminished as he gazed at Wang Meng's mother, who had already wet herself and fainted in terror. Then his gaze swept to the Dean of Discipline, cowering in the corner, trembling like a leaf.