There was no warning.
No momentum building.
An incredibly terrifying, raging blood-and-qi force that seemed ready to tear apart the entire alloy arena exploded from Su Yu with a thunderous roar!
If Zhao Ze’s 10.3 blood and qi level was like a rushing stream,
then the power surging from Su Yu’s body right now—
was a raging ocean breaking through a dam!
A volcano silent for millennia finally erupting with reckless abandon!
The red glow of blood and qi condensed into visible ripples on Su Yu’s skin—like blood-colored waves!
Crack!
The special alloy floor beneath Su Yu’s feet, tough enough to withstand the full blow of a mid-level martial artist, split into countless spiderweb-like fissures instantly!
A sudden gale exploded.
The air screeched with an unbearable sonic boom!
10 points!
30 points!
50 points!
100 points!!!
A total of one hundred blood and qi points!
Breaking the mortal limit, shedding the mortal shell—
the genuine might of a martial artist.
The first to bear the brunt was Zhao Ze, standing only inches away.
His proud martial technique, the Xuan rank, low-tier Shattering Rock Palm, the moment it made contact with that terrifying blood and qi pressure—
It was like slamming head-on into a heavy armored train at full speed!
Boom!
The white shockwave gathered in his palm didn’t last even a millisecond before scattering into nothingness!
The ferocity and murderous intent on Zhao Ze’s face froze in place.
His pupils shrank to pinpricks!
His mind went blank.
His thoughts ground to a halt.
What was happening?
What did he just do?
What the hell was he facing?!
That tangible martial artist aura, like an invisible mountain, pressed down mercilessly on Zhao Ze’s spine.
His bones groaned in agony.
His muscles quaked uncontrollably.
Fear.
A primal fear from the very depths of his soul, the instinct of a cornered creature, instantly devoured every shred of his reason and pride!
“No…”
A single broken word squeezed out of Zhao Ze’s throat.
He wanted to retreat.
He wanted to run!
But to his horror, under that binding aura of terror, he couldn’t even move a single finger!
All he could do was stare helplessly as Su Yu’s icy eyes drew closer and closer.
As if looking at a corpse already cold.
Drip.
A drop of pale yellow liquid trickled down Zhao Ze’s snow-white custom martial arts uniform and fell onto the alloy arena floor.
He pissed himself.
This haughty, unstoppable Young Master Zhao—
the moment he felt that relentless intent to kill, his physiological defenses collapsed completely. Before the eyes of hundreds of thousands of spectators, he lost control.
On the high platform—
The VIP seating area.
Grandmaster Lei Potian, who had been sitting comfortably in the main seat ready to step in and save Su Yu, shot to his feet like a spring!
The solid wooden armchair beneath him dissolved into fine dust from the uncontrolled burst of his own blood and qi!
Lei Potian’s eyes, as wide as brass bells, locked onto the arena below.
His eyeballs bulged to the point of popping out!
“One hundred points?! he shouted in disbelief, his voice raw with mind-blown shock.
“The martial artist level?!”
This was insane!
The world had gone mad!
A normal high schooler who had only 0.8 blood and qi three days ago—
who somehow scored a perfect 10.4 on the blood and qi tester—was already unbelievable enough.
And now, on the actual arena floor, he casually unleashes a hundred points of blood and qi?!
No fake powerhouse here—this was a wolf in sheep’s clothing! An ancient beast pretending to be a pig to devour the tiger!
One hundred points against ten.
This wasn’t a match.
This was a massacre! A one-sided stomping! An adult crushing an ant!
“Not good!”
Lei Potian snapped back to reality.
The blood and qi Su Yu blasted out carried pure killing intent.
He really meant to end Zhao Ze then and there!
If the son of a noble family died on the martial arts arena during the college entrance exams, Lei Potian, as chairman of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, would definitely be blamed!
At the same time—
In a VIP box on the other side.
Clatter!
Zhao Tianxiong’s cup of expensive first-tier exotic beast blood tea crashed to the floor.
The scalding tea splashed onto his expensive leather shoes, but he didn’t notice.
He pressed his face against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the box, his features twisted into an ugly mess of shock and terror.
“How is this possible…” Zhao Tianxiong roared hysterically.
“He tested at 0.8, then 10.4—how does he have over a hundred points of blood and qi?!”
“This is cheating! He must have cheated!”
The steward standing behind him—
his legs had already turned to jelly. His entire body was dripping with cold sweat, as if he’d just been pulled out of water.
The steward’s teeth chattered. His brain worked frantically.
It all made sense now.
Old Mo’s disappearance finally had a clue!
But that clue sent an icy chill from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head!
“A hundred points of blood and qi…”
The steward stared at Su Yu on the arena, his pupils shaking violently.
No. That didn’t add up.
Even if this kid had been hiding his power to the extreme and burst out a hundred points, he could never have silently taken down Old Mo!
Who was Old Mo? A 110-point blood and qi veteran who’d been grinding it out in the wilderness and underground black market for over a decade!
No high schooler, even one with boosted blood and qi, could escape a seasoned killer and still leave no trace.
But Old Mo had vanished into thin air.
No body, no clues.
The steward swallowed hard. Two horrifying speculations coiled around his heart like venomous snakes.
First: this kid not only had over a hundred blood and qi points but was as cunning as an ocean and ruthless as hell. He must have laid an elaborate trap the moment Old Mo, thinking he was still at 0.8 points, let his guard down—then struck the fatal blow without mercy!
If not that…
then there was only the second possibility—one so terrible the steward didn’t even dare finish the thought!
“He can disguise a hundred points of blood and qi as 0.8…”
The steward trembled, his eyes filling with bottomless despair.
“So is a hundred really all he’s got?!”
If a hundred points was still just camouflage—
then what kind of monstrous power was hidden inside that skinny frame?
Below the arena—
Lin Xiaoxiao stood frozen.
Her beautiful, innocent eyes were wide open.
Her soft red lips parted slightly. She had even forgotten how to breathe.
One hundred blood and qi points?
A martial artist?
Lin Xiaoxiao felt her entire worldview being shattered at full force.
She remembered just yesterday at the private kitchen restaurant, she had grandly declared she would protect him.
Showed him how to dodge Zhao Ze’s attacks move by move.
Even generously gifted him a bottle of third-grade Blood Coagulation Pills.
How laughable now!
“This liar…”
Lin Xiaoxiao murmured under her breath, but her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
“How many secrets is he hiding?”
On the arena floor—
Time, in that moment, seemed to stretch infinitely.