44: The difference is too big!
Ye Su shrugged at this.
After the global professionalization, the world situation became much more stable.
War?
Are you kidding? Extraordinary power has descended; why would anyone still fight a war?
Making money isn't nearly as satisfying as being extraordinary.
However, transcendence brought not only power but also threats, and everyone was just busy solving their own country's problems.
At a time like this, when everyone was plagued by internal troubles, there was no need to stir up external conflicts.
But Ye Su felt that there would always be an Opportunity!
"We've arrived."
Subsequently, Cui Hu led Ye Su to a hotel on the outer ring.
Makes sense.
It's better for Professionals to stay a bit away from the center of power, to avoid making those at the top uneasy.
"You guys get some rest first," Cui Hu said.
"I won't disturb you tonight."
"The process is simple. The duels start tomorrow. After we each deal with our opponents, we'll meet in the finals."
"Ye Su, don't go falling at the hands of the Club."
Ye Su's eyes twitched slightly.
"Same to you."
The two looked at each other, their breaths shifting slightly. As their blood surged, a powerful Battle Intent emanated from their bodies.
This Battle Intent was an Aura that escaped once one's Martial Arts reached a certain level.
'As expected, Ye Su has initiated his Martial Arts,' Cui Hu thought to himself.
'This guy can actually settle down to study Martial Arts in an environment like the Imperial Capital; he's got something,' Ye Su thought.
Finally, the two smiled and retracted their Aura.
"See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
---The Imperial Capital had arranged a penthouse suite, which was more than enough for Ye Su and Mo Xiaoyu.
Night.
Ye Su sat in meditation, regulating himself.
【Ye Su】
【Class: Transcendence Master】
【Physique: 20】
【intelligence: 6】
【Martial Arts: Ape Fist, Tai Xuan Scripture】
【Skills: Impact Vigor, Overlapping Wave Slash】
Such was his status panel; his Physique had reached 20 points.
But his actual combat strength was much, much stronger than when he had killed Li Mingyuan.
Because of his progress in Martial Arts.
He had already comprehended the first Secret Technique of Ape Fist, and the second Secret Technique was starting to show promise.
The White Ape in his mind's Martial Arts slot now had a slightly better temper.
Or rather, Ye Su had subconsciously moved toward suppressing the heart ape, and it was now showing some results.
The better-tempered heart ape didn't hinder Ye Su's Martial Arts progress; instead, it even allowed him to comprehend things faster.
This was enough to prove that this direction wasn't wrong.
'heart ape... it really does feel a bit like metaphysical cultivation.'
Ye Su smiled.
If one day the heart ape truly moved according to his will, would that mean he had Cultivated this Martial Art to Major Achievement?
Perhaps that was indeed the case.
'Ape Fist is fine, the path is clear; but the Tai Xuan Scripture is quite profound.'
'It's called a Core Martial Art; I wonder if it's possible for it to give birth to some kind of Secret Technique, just like Ape Fist.'
'I have a hunch that this thing is truly precious. It depends on whether the future me reveals any information about the Core Cultivation Technique when I receive the next Letter from the Future.'
'Finally, there's my class.'
'This class was chosen by my future self. Logically, it's highly likely to have the greatest potential, perhaps even being the rarest in the world.'
'It's just that I can't see much yet; I don't know when its uniqueness will manifest.'
'Tomorrow, let me see just how strong Cui Hu really is!'
Finishing his review, Ye Su took a deep breath and immersed himself in the long process of taming the heart ape—Mo Xiaoyu sat on the sofa, pouting.
So competitive!
She had been following Ye Su during this period.
Until this guy, Ye Su, went completely overboard with his training; he barely slept, either practicing his blade or meditating!
It forced her to become competitive as well.
Helplessly, she stood up, her Falling Flower Palm fluttering in her hands.
Her red blood surged like a tide, creating ripples in the spacious living room.
...
The next day.
There was a knock on the door.
The receptionist politely informed Ye Su of the upcoming process.
Subsequently.
Ye Su and Mo Xiaoyu headed to the venue.
Hmm...
This was a nearly cubic stadium.
As soon as he stepped into the arena, Ye Su saw countless figures moving about.
Among these figures were both Professionals and ordinary people.
Cui Hu walked over with an awkward expression.
Ye Su looked at him in disbelief and said,
"Don't tell me you guys are actually selling tickets—"
Cui Hu:
"Ha... haha... well... you know about scientific research, right? Scientific research... it really needs money."
Ye Su: "Impressive!"
No need to guess; it must have been the Imperial Capital Research Institute's doing.
Good grief, as expected of the Research Institute; they've really figured out how to make money.
"Actually, it's not just tickets; we're also selling broadcasting rights and the like."
"Yeah, we might even sell merchandise later. Making money isn't something to be ashamed of."
Cui Hu threw caution to the wind and said directly,
"Don't worry, we've set aside a share for you. It'll be sent directly to the Suhang Research Institute, and then you'll have shares in the Suhang Research Institute."
"Hehe—"
Ye Su blinked.
He had shares in the Suhang Research Institute?
That's great then.
But Cui Hu's tone was off; there couldn't be a trap in this, right?
"So, what now?"
Ye Su was already speechless.
Cui Hu pointed his finger at a person on the center stage.
"First, knock that idiot off the stage. Do you want to go first, or should I?"
"Don't we need to draw lots or something?"
"Draw lots? Is the Club even worth that? Letting their pillars trade blows with us is already giving them Face."
"Impressive!"
"You or me?"
"You go first. I'll get used to the environment."
"Alright!"
Cui Hu turned around and stepped onto the stage.
The person on the stage got very excited when he saw Cui Hu coming up.
In the eyes of Ye Su and Cui Hu, these people were just making up the numbers.
But in their own eyes, they were here to fight for an Opportunity.
And so—after just a few casual moves, that person was knocked off by Cui Hu.
There really was a gap, and it was hard to put into words.
It was like a battle-hardened champion boxer facing a rookie who had just learned the rules.
Setting aside the uniform factor of strength, the gap was entirely in technique!
A mountain-shaking roar erupted.
Cui Hu's performance seemed to prove that the ticket price was worth it.
Ye Su shook his head and then stepped onto the stage.
Seeing Ye Su, the person opposite took a deep breath.
"I am Qu Wanteng."
"Ye Su."
Ye Su nodded.
Amidst countless camera flashes, Qu Wanteng made his move.
He knew Ye Su and Cui Hu were on another level; his desire to fight for the Opportunity faded, he just wanted to see.
Since everyone has the same Physique stats, just where exactly are you stronger!
Qu Wanteng didn't use a weapon, so Ye Su didn't draw his blade either.
But as soon as the opponent moved, his speed felt incredibly slow—Bullet Time.
Already activated!
Qu Wanteng used leg techniques, powerful and heavy.
Swish—the air seemed to hum; this kick was heavy and fierce enough!
'Ye Su is strong, but my leg techniques aren't weak either. Even if I can't win, I can last a few more exchanges and gain some experience!'
But!
Too slow!
Ye Su seemed to teleport, directly dodging the kick and appearing at his side.
"Sorry, your ticket was a waste of money!"
"What!!"
Qu Wanteng was completely stunned.
This kind of evasion—if it were a life-and-death struggle, he would have been killed by Ye Su in that instant.
Was the gap really this large?
He stopped, dazed for a moment, then cupped his fists toward Ye Su and stepped down on his own.
As he stepped down...
Cui Hu stepped up.
At this moment, the entire stadium was deathly silent.
Two entities who stood in a league of their own among the nation's Professionals were about to truly clash!
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