26: Fighting! So exhilarating!

Tyranny was spreading.

The Tai Xuan Scripture was circulating frantically within Ye Su's body.

Meanwhile, the white giant ape in the Martial Arts slot had already gone berserk.

Ye Su knew where this uncontrollable Aura on his body was coming from.

This was a Martial Art that, upon reaching a certain level, began to manifest the influence of its true intent on his external Aura.

Well... once he could get to the bottom of it, this influence would no longer be just an influence.

But Ye Su did not suppress it.

Instead, he let it emanate freely.

“My name is Zhou Ce. Let's get this straight first: swords have no eyes. After all, we Professionals are not like ordinary people,”

Zhou Ce said.

He hadn't completely lost himself; rather, he was 'patching' his actions.

He was afraid of accidentally killing Ye Su, so he was building a psychological defense in advance.

“That makes sense.”

Ye Su nodded, reaching out to flick the flat of his blade, which let out a crisp ring.

The next second.

The two men, who had drawn the attention of countless onlookers, immediately dropped into their stances.

Ye Su moved a few meters away from his jeep and stood his ground, waiting for Zhou Ce to come to him.

Zhou Ce felt a surge of anger.

Ye Su was being far too arrogant.

“My Physique is as high as 18 points,” Zhou Ce said.

“So, you better be very careful. Otherwise, you really might die.”

Psychological construction, behavioral patching.

All these things were now fully established.

Zhou Ce no longer needed to hold back.

With a roar, he lunged forward violently.

He didn't activate any skills.

His Physique was superior; why would he need to use a skill in this situation?

What a joke.

He was just facing a combat unit.

In fact, he should be more concerned about preventing Ye Su from using a skill!

Qi and blood circulated.

The hearts of everyone present began to race.

They all stared unblinkingly.

Red Qi and blood overflowed from his body, trailing behind Zhou Ce like a plume of exhaust.

He was incredibly fast; the strength provided by 18 points of Physique was clear for all to see.

What technique did he need for straight-line acceleration? He just had to charge.

Advancing with great strides, his Aura was unparalleled.

This blow carried a massive impact; if Ye Su tried to take it head-on, he would definitely be sent flying.

This was the gap on paper.

But it was merely hard data.

In Ye Su's eyes, this mode of attack was too stupid. Footwork determined flexibility.

The higher the frequency of the steps, the more flexibility one had in the moment.

This kind of pure speed—have you ever seen a bullfight?

A flash of movement in an instant, like playing with a monkey.

However, Ye Su did not intend to do that.

Combat power.

It can only be truly manifested during a fight.

He gripped his knife in a reverse hold.

Waiting for the opponent to arrive.

Zhou Ce's Physique stats were no lie; as he charged, it really felt as if a wave of air was rushing over.

But for the extremely focused Ye Su, under the circulation of the Tai Xuan Scripture, a sense of Bullet Time directly emerged.

Fast.

Yet also slow.

Closer.

Even closer.

With Qi and blood blowing in his face, Zhou Ce was confident enough that he could suppress Ye Su through sheer force without even using a weapon.

As he threw a punch, it felt as if the world was in his hands.

Zhou Ce believed that if Ye Su didn't dodge, the gap in their Physique would allow this punch to kill him outright!

A combat unit was just a combat unit.

There was no difference between being alive or dead!

He had already prepared himself mentally.

This punch was meant to kill.

However—a sigh echoed in his ear.

Such a punch was too stupid.

Ye Su's figure seemed like a phantom, abruptly vanishing.

Then, Zhou Ce felt a chill on his neck.

When he came to a stop.

Drips of fresh blood fell onto the tops of his feet.

He was startled, he was confused.

He reached out to touch his neck; there was a thin line circling it.

As his fingers peeled back the flesh, blood gushed out in streams.

“I... you... this...”

Zhou Ce was horrified; he had no idea what to say.

He only felt an indescribable terror welling up from the depths of his heart.

Between life and death, there is a great horror!

“I...”

“I...”

Gurgle...

Blood erupted, splashing like a downpour.

A head tumbled straight down.

In the instant the two crossed paths.

Ye Su's knife had left his hand, circling around the man's neck like a juggling trick.

Zhou Ce's own momentum had driven him directly into the blade.

It was hard to say whether Ye Su had killed him or if he had committed suicide.

At this moment.

The entire area was silent.

Everyone felt a chill shoot from the base of their spine straight to the crown of their head.

It was too terrifying.

In the brief instant of their clash.

Ye Su had actually decapitated Zhou Ce.

This...

Is this a human?

Everyone was a Professional, and his Physique was even higher than yours, but when it actually came down to a fight...

The gap could actually be this large?

What was even more terrifying was that just a few days ago, everyone was an ordinary person—as Professionals, it wasn't an exaggeration to say their heads were now tied to their waistbands.

All was quiet; the atmosphere was cold.

The originally primitive and tyrannical Aura seemed to have suppressed the savagery people were about to release.

The man standing in the center of the field.

It was as if he had personally locked the hungry wolves back into everyone's hearts.

Either be wild!

Or die!

Choose for yourself!

Clap, clap, clap, clap—someone was clapping.

It immediately drew everyone's gaze.

It was Li Mingyuan!

“Martial Arts, right!”

He spoke up.

“Professionals aren't brute bulls, and they certainly aren't Superman from DC Comics. Paper stats don't represent everything.”

He didn't even spare a glance at Zhou Ce, whose head and body were now in separate locations on the ground.

Death had already become a common occurrence in his eyes.

Among Professionals, his level of awareness was already ahead of those present.

Indeed.

With transcendent combat power.

Even the state machinery would make concessions for you.

Behind privilege lies life and death; what was there to be confused about?

He continued as he walked out,

“Combat power, combat power—it can only be truly manifested in a fight.”

“Ye Su, I think highly of you. How about it? Join me.”

“The future will belong to us!”

Li Mingyuan voiced his ambition without the slightest concern.

Professionals knew many things, even the fact that mushroom eggs had an expiration date.

In the future, technology would surely fall.

The era of individual martial prowess would definitely arrive.

When that time came, whoever had the bigger fist would have the greater say.

As the first batch of Professionals, they were simply blessed by heaven.

The reason Li Mingyuan dared to say this.

Was naturally because he also had supporters behind him.

It could be said that at this time, he had both the money and the people.

He had opened many light orb treasure chests that cost a hundred million each on the black market; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to be gorged with Spirit Medicine to this extent.

He had his eye on Ye Su.

Having a good comprehension of Martial Arts was rare among Professionals.

Plus, he had a healing Professional behind him.

Tsk tsk...

Recruiting him would be very cost-effective!

“Combat power can only be manifested in a fight, huh.”

Ye Su looked at Li Mingyuan and said,

“You haven't even fought me; why would I submit to you?”

“Good!”

Li Mingyuan was overjoyed.

“Then let me show you my strength.”

Ye Su was also very happy.

Finally—the tyranny of the heart ape was rampaging in his heart.

It was as if it hadn't vented enough yet.

Furthermore.

The Secret Technique of the Ape Fist was still stuck.

The feeling of being neither here nor there was very unpleasant.

He urgently needed blood to witness the birth of the Secret Technique.