13: Chapter 13 Provocation!

Her high ponytail looked youthful and capable.

Standing behind her were four expressionless bodyguards in black with steady, calm auras.

Lin Xiaoxiao pushed past the bodyguards blocking her way and hurried over to Su Yu.

A faint blush from running colored her fair cheeks.

"You really came?"

Lin Xiaoxiao looked Su Yu up and down, her eyes filled with both surprise and undisguisable worry.

Three nights ago on the old street, Su Yu had refused her family's offer of a special admission spot.

She thought Su Yu was just stubbornly trying to save Face.

Once he calmed down and faced the cruel reality of his 0.8 Qi value, she was sure he would give up on embarrassing himself at the exam site.

She hadn't expected him to actually show up.

And he hadn't brought anything with him, looking as relaxed as if he were just out for a stroll.

"I said I'd see you at the college entrance exam."

Su Yu looked at her, his tone calm.

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip.

She glanced around, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of impatience.

"Su Yu, are you crazy?"

"This is the martial arts exam site! Not the liberal arts exam!"

"The first stage coming up is the Qi test, and the passing grade is 6!"

"If you step up there with a Qi value of 0.8, the machine will sound an alarm and disqualify you immediately! When tens of thousands of people are watching, can you handle that?"

As the daughter of a wealthy family, she knew all too well how cruel elimination in such a setting could be.

It wasn't just a simple failure.

It was about stripping away a person's dignity in public and trampling it underfoot.

Su Yu looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's anxious expression, and his heart stirred slightly.

This girl was truly stubborn.

For the sake of a life-saving favor she couldn't repay, she valued someone else's Face more than her own.

"I know what I'm doing."

Su Yu didn't offer any further explanation.

Lin Xiaoxiao watched his unyielding attitude and stomped her foot in frustration.

"You don't know anything!"

She turned around abruptly and pulled an exquisite small metal bottle from her pocket.

She stuffed it into Su Yu's hand without a word.

"Take it!"

The metal bottle felt cold in his hand, and there were no labels on it.

But Su Yu could smell the extremely rich medicinal scent wafting from the mouth of the bottle.

"This is a liquefied extract of the 'Blood Explosion Pill' my dad prepared for me last night."

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her voice, speaking rapidly.

"Drink it, and it can forcibly increase your Qi value by 2 points within half an hour."

"Although it's still not enough to reach the passing line, at least it will help you save some Face and avoid being immediately disqualified by the machine."

"There are no side effects, drink it quickly!"

Su Yu held the priceless little bottle in his hand.

Drugs that could forcibly increase Qi were absolutely astronomical in price on the market, and were often impossible to find even with money.

Lin Xiaoxiao had just handed it to him so casually.

"Thank you."

Su Yu looked into Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes and said those two words earnestly.

Then.

He stuffed the metal bottle back into Lin Xiaoxiao's pocket.

"But I don't need it."

"You—!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and she was almost amused by her own anger.

How could this person be so stubborn!

Can self-esteem be eaten as a meal? Can it be used as Qi value!

Just as Lin Xiaoxiao was about to lose her temper and force the medicine into Su Yu's mouth,

a commotion suddenly erupted on the outskirts of the plaza.

"Look! It's the Zhao family's motorcade!"

"The young master of the Jiangcheng Zhao Clan Martial Arts Gym, Zhao Ze!"

"I heard his Qi value is already approaching a perfect score; he is one of the Geniuses in Jiangcheng most likely to get into Kyoto Martial Arts University this year!"

The crowd automatically parted to create a wide path.

Three black Rolls-Royce Phantoms slowly drove into the designated parking area outside the exam site.

The car doors opened.

Eight burly bodyguards in matching black suits quickly got out and stood in two rows on either side of the doors.

The aura was imposing.

Immediately after.

Zhao Ze, wearing a custom-made pure white martial arts uniform, stepped out of the middle car.

He had specifically styled his hair exquisitely today.

His chin was slightly raised.

His eyes held that haughty arrogance of looking down on all living beings.

Behind him followed the butler with the handlebar mustache.

"Young Master, how are you feeling today?" The butler bowed slightly, handing over a hot towel with a beaming smile.

"Better than ever."

Zhao Ze took the towel, wiped his hands, and tossed it aside.

He took a deep breath, feeling the gazes of awe, envy, and jealousy all around him.

This was the treatment he deserved.

He, Zhao Ze, was born to reach the top while being the center of attention.

"Has the matter with that trash Su Yu been taken care of cleanly?"

Zhao Ze asked casually as he walked toward the center of the plaza.

Although he was convinced in his heart that Su Yu was dead, he still wanted to confirm it before entering the exam site, just for good luck.

"Rest assured, Young Master."

The butler followed closely behind, lowering his voice with a smile.

"You know how Lao Mo handles things, don't you?"

"That kid probably can't even have his bones found by now."

"It's absolutely clean; no flies will come to disturb your enjoyment."

Zhao Ze curled his lips in satisfaction.

"Very good."

He raised his head and let his gaze sweep casually over the crowd in front.

To him, those ordinary civilian examinees were like leeks in a field, utterly worthless.

However.

Just as his gaze swept over a corner at the edge of the plaza,

Zhao Ze's gaze suddenly froze.

In that instant, his pupils constricted to the size of pinpricks!

His footsteps stopped dead in their tracks.

It was as if someone had hit him over the head with a club, leaving him completely stunned.

"Young Master? What's wrong?"

The butler noticed Zhao Ze's odd behavior and looked in the direction of his gaze.

The next second.

The butler's Face also turned pale instantly, and his handlebar mustache trembled violently.

"This... how is this possible?!"

The butler exclaimed, his voice filled with the terror of seeing a ghost.

At the end of their line of sight,

the young man wearing a washed-out short-sleeved shirt with his hands in his pockets,

was standing there quietly.

The sunlight hit his Face, making even the fine hairs clearly visible.

Alive.

Unharmed.

Not even a single scratch!

Su Yu!

Zhao Ze felt his brain explode with a "buzz".

A wave of intense dizziness washed over him, making him almost lose his footing.

What is going on?

How could he be here?!

Where is Lao Mo?

Where is that formal Martial Artist with over 100 Qi value?

Didn't he go to break his legs?

Didn't he go to silence him?

Why is this trash with 0.8 Qi value standing perfectly fine outside the exam site?!

Zhao Ze's breathing instantly became rapid.

His chest heaved violently.

His originally calm and arrogant Face was now twisted into something sinister due to extreme shock and disbelief.

Su Yu seemed to have sensed that gaze filled with terror.

He turned his head slightly.

Across a distance of several dozen meters, through the bustling crowd,

Su Yu's gaze landed accurately and unmistakably on Zhao Ze's Face.

No anger.

No hatred.

Only an extremely calm, indifferent look, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Su Yu even tugged at the corner of his mouth slightly.

Revealing a half-smiling expression.

Boom!

In Zhao Ze's eyes, this expression was no different from a blockbuster bomb!

Provocation!

This was a naked provocation!

He knew!

He knew everything!

Zhao Ze's eyes turned red instantly.