30: threaten

"Achoo! Achoo!"

Qiao Yu didn't want to cause a death in the Dojo of Limits. Seeing that the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School martial artists no longer had the strength to resist, he retrieved the fungal swarm spores from their bodies, leaving only a small portion dormant deep within their hearts.

This operation was equivalent to placing a time bomb inside their bodies. Qiao Yu could not only pinpoint their location in real-time through the spores but also prevent them from ambushing him in the Wilderness Area later.

"Qiao Yu! Don't push your luck!"

"The Thunderbolt Martial Arts School will not let today's matter rest!"

Zhang Zehu recovered, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to shout.

Qiao Yu, with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked over to Zhang Zehu, squatted down, and whispered in his ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Zhang Zehu, I advise you to honestly transfer the 200 million yuan compensation. I'm not afraid to tell you, I've already been designated as a personal disciple by Thunder God, the head of your Thunderbolt Martial Arts School."

"You're spouting nonsense..."

Zhang Zehu was about to retort, but before the words fully left his mouth, the fungal swarm dormant in his heart began to act up. The intense angina caused Zhang Zehu to curl up like a snail.

"You'll know whether it's true or false if you ask Wang Heng. It was originally a small matter, isn't it good to exchange 200 million for your Zhang family's chance to prolong its existence?"

Qiao Yu said with a playful tone, and after speaking, he suggestively patted Zhang Zehu's chest.

"Moreover, I also have my backup plan. You wouldn't want to die of angina just like that, would you?"

"What?"

Zhang Zehu was truly panicked at this moment. Even if Qiao Yu said he was Thunder God's personal disciple, he didn't care in the slightest.

On one hand, everyone knew that Thunder God never took disciples. On the other hand, even if it were true, those strong individuals who had received guidance from Thunder God would certainly not be convinced and would definitely seek trouble with Qiao Yu, leaving Qiao Yu no time to deal with him.

But when Zhang Zehu learned that his angina was caused by Qiao Yu, he became afraid.

He had been an Advanced Warrior Level for several years, just a step away from Warlord Level. He still wanted to become stronger, but if his life was gone, everything would be gone.

"I... I agree to it."

With resentment in his heart, Zhang Zehu almost gritted his teeth as he said this.

"Very good! This is your last chance! I want to see the money in the account in an hour, otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences!"

With a thought from Qiao Yu, the fungal swarm in Zhang Zehu's body stopped.

Zhang Zehu's angina immediately subsided, and he gasped for air, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

"Brothers, let's retreat!"

Zhang Zehu didn't dare to stay any longer. He and the other seven supported each other and hurried to leave this troublesome place.

Seeing Zhang Zehu and the others leave, Qiao Yu then said to Uncle Wu,

"Uncle Wu, I will bear all the losses in the reception hall today."

Uncle Wu wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and nodded slightly.

He hadn't expected that Qiao Yu, who was usually polite and well-behaved when interacting with other martial artists in Mingyue Residential Area, would show such a brutal side tonight.

Meanwhile, the eyes of the more than twenty martial artists from the Dojo of Limits looked at Qiao Yu as if filled with stars, constantly twinkling.

Chen Gu and Kong Quan both stepped forward, staring at Qiao Yu as if looking at a monster.

"Brother Qiao Yu, did you perhaps take a strength-enhancing pill? How did you suddenly become a tough guy!"

Chen Gu squeezed Qiao Yu's biceps, then his own. His were more muscular than Qiao Yu's, so how could Qiao Yu's speed and explosiveness be so strong?

"Brother Qiao Yu, are you really an Intermediate Warrior Level? You were actually able to defeat two martial artists who were about to step into the Warlord Level!"

Kong Quan also swallowed hard. Even he wouldn't dare to claim he could take down eight Advanced Warrior Level martial artists in milliseconds.

Qiao Yu naturally couldn't reveal the secret of his fungal swarm and could only explain forcefully.

"To tell you the truth, old brothers, I am indeed an Intermediate Warrior Level, but I do have some personal privacy that is inconvenient to discuss..."

Uncle Wu stepped in at this moment to smooth things over for Qiao Yu.

"Alright, it's not strange for everyone to have some secrets. You guys shouldn't be so nosy."

Uncle Wu also knew the news that Thunder God wanted to take Qiao Yu as a personal disciple. Since he could be favored by Thunder God, Qiao Yu naturally had his outstanding qualities. Luo Feng also nodded secretly. He hadn't told anyone about his secret as a Psycher Master. Although he was curious about Qiao Yu's changes, some things would naturally become known once their strength increased, and there was no need to ask too many questions... "Tiger, the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School has really lost face this time! I'll get even sooner or later!"

Luo Feng also nodded secretly. He hadn't told anyone about his secret as a Psycher Master. Although he was curious about Qiao Yu's changes, some things would naturally become known once their strength increased, and there was no need to ask too many questions... "Tiger, the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School has really lost face this time! I'll get even sooner or later!"

Old Li was helped into the car by Zhang Zehu, and the other members of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School were also indignant, all vowing to get revenge.

"Alright, alright, everyone just has to accept defeat this time."

Zhang Zehu's mood was low, and he sighed as he spoke.

"Tiger, when did you become so weak? This isn't like you! Personal matters are small, but the martial arts school's matters are big. I refuse to give in like this!"

Old Li thought Zhang Zehu was afraid of Qiao Yu and refused to stand up for his brothers.

"There's news that Qiao Yu has been designated as a personal disciple by the head of the school. If we try to get even now, he could take your life later!"

Zhang Zehu said this dejectedly.

"Hahaha, Tiger, I think you've really gone mad. If you don't want to stand up for your brothers, fine, but don't make up such ridiculous excuses. Everyone knows Thunder God can't take disciples!"

Old Li laughed loudly, seemingly mocking Zhang Zehu's hypocrisy.

"You'll know whether it's true or false if you ask around later. Didn't you all feel angina just now?"

Zhang Zehu pointed to his chest and asked the others.

"Hmm, now that you mention it, after that kid ambushed us earlier, I did have a constant feeling of angina. It only got better after we came out," several members of the Thunderbolt Martial Arts School said, holding their chests in confusion.

"Hmm, now that you mention it, after that kid ambushed us earlier, I did have a constant feeling of angina. It only got better after we came out."

"That kid must have used some method we don't know about. When I tried to argue with him just now, my heart instantly couldn't take it anymore."

"My brothers got into this trouble trying to help me out, it's my fault. But I advise you not to provoke him further, that kid is a bit sinister!"

Zhang Zehu sat in the back seat of the car, advising the others inside.

The car started and drove out of Mingyue Residential Area.

After Zhang Zehu returned to Tiandu Garden Residential Area, he explained the details to Zhang Zelong.

Zhang Zelong pondered for a moment before agreeing to pay the 200 million yuan to settle the matter.

"Uncle, that's 200 million! Are you just going to give it away for nothing? I think Qiao Yu and Luo Feng are just bluffing you."

"Isn't it just that he became a martial artist a bit earlier than me? If that genetic fluid hadn't been lost, I'd be a martial artist now too, and I wouldn't need to be afraid of him!"

"Uncle, buy me another bottle of genetic fluid. As soon as I become a martial artist, I won't have to be afraid of them! Then we'll see who's stronger!"

Zhang Haobai clenched his fists, speaking indignantly, still unconvinced.

Zhang Zehu and Zhang Zelong exchanged glances, both seeing affirmation in each other's eyes.

Zhang Zelong picked up his belt and whipped Zhang Haobai.

"Crack!"

For Zhang Haobai, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.