144: Chapter 144 Su Yuan is Su Yu?

Huo Zhenshan sat on the ruins of the Dark Web Underground City.

He touched the deep, bone-exposing, collapsed wound on his chest.

It hurt intensely.

Yet his mind was clearer at this moment than it had ever been.

He kept replaying that one spear strike from Su Yu in his mind.

That gray-black spear radiance.

That will of annihilation that caused all things to return to nothingness.

"Eighteen years old..."

Huo Zhenshan muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

He took out his special military communicator, took a deep breath, and dialed the private line of Principal Feng Wuji of Capital Martial Arts University.

Beep—beep—

The call connected.

"Old Man Huo?" Principal Feng Wuji's voice came through, tinged with a hint of doubt and gravity. "In the middle of the night? Did something happen at the border? Or is the Abyss Cult up to some tricks again?"

"The border is fine."

Huo Zhenshan cursed irritably, his voice hoarse from extreme agitation.

"Your backyard has exploded!"

"Old Ghost Feng, where the hell did you dig up this prodigy from?!"

On the other end of the line, Principal Feng Wuji was stunned for a moment.

"Prodigy? What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

"I'm asking you!" Huo Zhenshan gritted his teeth, spittle flying. "Did your Capital Martial Arts University recruit a freshman named Su Yu this year?!"

"Su Yu?"

Principal Feng Wuji frowned slightly.

"There is such a kid. He's the top scorer in the college entrance exam from Jiangcheng, and he comprehended Form-Manifesting Spear Intent at Weiming Lake on his first day."

"He is indeed a rare talent, one in a million."

"What? Did he cause trouble? Or has he been targeted by the Abyss Cult?"

"Cause trouble?!"

Huo Zhenshan laughed in extreme anger, his voice rising eight octaves, almost shouting.

"He has poked a hole in the sky!"

"Principal Feng Wuji, you better open your ears and listen carefully!"

"That Su Yu is the mysterious powerhouse from your Capital Martial Arts University who uses the Su Yuan 'Su Yuan'!"

"He was right in front of me tonight, in the Dark Web Underground City!"

"One spear strike! Just one damn spear strike!"

"He poked all four Saint-level combatants of the Abyss Cult to death!"

"He even poked the Demon Emperor's attack to pieces, and even injured the Demon Emperor's true body!!"

Silence.

On the other end of the line, there was a deathly silence.

A full ten seconds passed.

Principal Feng Wuji's voice, suppressing anger, came through coldly.

"Huo Zhenshan, did you not take your medicine today?"

"Or was your brain beaten up by the Demon Emperor?"

"Eighteen years old, killing four Saints with one spear strike? Forcing the Demon Emperor back?"

"Do you take me for a three-year-old child, or am I senile?!"

"Get lost!!!"

Huo Zhenshan completely broke down and cursed at the communicator.

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

"He revealed his true face right in front of me after disabling his concealment technique!"

"He admitted himself that he is that freshman, Su Yu!"

"Believe it or not!"

"I'm going to get my wounds treated now! Go check the files yourself!"

Snap!

Huo Zhenshan hung up the phone fiercely.

...

Capital Martial Arts University, Principal's Office.

Principal Feng Wuji sat behind the large mahogany desk.

Looking at the communicator in his hand that had been hung up, his brows knitted into a tight knot.

Although Huo Zhenshan had a bad temper and a sharp tongue.

As the National Guardian Martial Saint of the Great Xia Kingdom, he would never joke about such major intelligence.

Let alone something as earth-shattering as the arrival of the Abyss Demon Emperor.

"Su Yu... Su Yuan?"

Principal Feng Wuji took a deep breath.

He stood up abruptly and walked quickly to a wall deep in the office.

He pressed his palm against the wall.

Click.

The wall slid to both sides, revealing a top-secret terminal of the highest military level, emitting a cold metallic luster.

Principal Feng Wuji stood in front of the terminal.

Pupil scan.

Fingerprint verification.

Qi and blood fluctuation check.

"Identity confirmed: Principal of Capital Martial Arts University, Feng Wuji."

"Access level: Top Secret (S-Class)."

Principal Feng Wuji typed quickly on the virtual keyboard with both hands.

"Query classified file: Su Yuan."

Beep.

Lines of glaring red top-secret information jumped onto the screen instantly.

Creator: Vice Principal Nie Changkong (Vice Principal of Capital Martial Arts University).

Real identity: Su Yu (Freshman at Capital Martial Arts University).

Age: Eighteen years old.

Realm assessment: Peak Martial Spirit (Red annotation: Extremely powerful! Currently suspected to be Martial Saint or even Martial Emperor combat power!).

Latest combat record:

1. Outside Capital Martial Arts University, killed a severely injured Abyss Demon Saint across levels.

2. To be added.

Principal Feng Wuji stared blankly at the cold text on the screen.

Even with his state of mind that had weathered a hundred years of storms and had long been calm as an ancient well.

At this moment.

A heaven-shaking storm rose in those deep eyes!

He felt his heart being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, twitching violently!

"Actually..."

"It's all true!"

Principal Feng Wuji gasped.

An eighteen-year-old freshman.

Possessing terrifying combat power capable of killing four Saints in seconds and forcing back the Demon Emperor?!

Is this the cultivation speed that humans can achieve?!

What on earth is going on with this kid?!

Principal Feng Wuji picked up the dedicated phone on the table with trembling hands.

He dialed Vice Principal Nie Changkong's number directly.

At this moment.

Vice Principal Nie Changkong was sitting in his office.

Looking at the explosive earnings of Su Yuan's "Soul Casting" Spear Intent online course on the computer screen, he smiled from ear to ear.

It hadn't even been a full day.

That online course had actually sold a full 50 million copies across the entire network!

Priced at 100,000 dragon coins each, even after deducting personal income tax.

The net profit that finally landed in Su Yu's account reached a terrifying 3 trillion dragon coins!

This was even faster than robbing a bank!

Capital Martial Arts University had made a fortune this time.

Beep—beep—

The piercing ringtone of the dedicated phone interrupted Vice Principal Nie Changkong's fantasies.

He glanced at the caller ID, hurriedly put away his smile, and answered the phone.

"Hello? Principal?"

"Changkong." Principal Feng Wuji's voice was terrifyingly low, as if suppressing a volcano about to erupt.

"Why did you hide Su Yu's matter from me?"

Vice Principal Nie Changkong's heart skipped a beat.

Bad.

Did the Principal find out?

Did he know that Su Yuan was Su Yu?

Vice Principal Nie Changkong sighed and explained with a bitter smile: "Principal, you know already!"

"Nonsense!" Principal Feng Wuji suppressed his anger and shock. "What on earth were you thinking? Such a big thing, and you didn't report it to me?!"

Vice Principal Nie Changkong helplessly rubbed his eyebrows.

"Principal, it's not that I intended to hide it."

"Su Yu is too monstrous. He is only eighteen years old. I wanted him to develop in a low-profile manner."

"Besides, didn't you clamor for Su Yuan to be the director of the Spear Department before?"

"I was afraid that if you got excited, you would expose his identity directly."

"If a tree stands taller than the forest, the wind will surely destroy it. If this attracts the crazy assassination of the Abyss Cult, then our Capital Martial Arts University will become a sinner of the human race!"

On the other end of the phone.

Principal Feng Wuji was stunned for a moment.

"Develop in a low-profile manner?"

Principal Feng Wuji's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, like a thunderclap exploding in Vice Principal Nie Changkong's ear.

It made Vice Principal Nie Changkong's eardrums ache.

"He poked four Martial Saints to death with one spear strike!"

"He forced the Demon Emperor back with one strike!"

"You call this developing in a low-profile manner?!"

"You call a monster with Martial Emperor combat power a freshman who needs to develop in a low-profile manner?!"

"Have you ever seen a freshman who can poke Abyss Demon Saints around like balloons?!"

On this end of the phone.

Vice Principal Nie Changkong opened his mouth wide.

His brain shut down instantly.

"W... What?"

Vice Principal Nie Changkong suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

He stared blankly at the online course earnings on the screen, his voice trembling violently.

"Principal, what did you say?"

"Who poked four Martial Saints to death with one spear strike?"

"Su Yu! Your precious freshman! That monster who uses the Su Yuan Su Yuan!" Principal Feng Wuji roared, "Huo Zhenshan just watched him with his own eyes, going on a killing spree in the Dark Web Underground City! He killed four Saint-levels with one spear strike in seconds! Even the Demon Emperor was poked back to the Abyss by him!"

Clatter.

The dedicated phone in Vice Principal Nie Changkong's hand dropped onto the desk.

He was stiff in the boss chair, as if struck by lightning.

One spear strike?

Killed four Martial Saints in seconds?!

Forced the Demon Emperor back?!

Vice Principal Nie Changkong felt his worldview collapsing crazily.

A few days ago outside Capital Martial Arts University, wasn't this kid a Martial Spirit with nine million qi and blood?!

Even if his talent was perverted, it was impossible for him to cross directly from Martial Spirit to the realm of killing Martial Saints in seconds within a few days!

This wasn't crossing a barrier.

This was blowing the barrier into powder!

Vice Principal Nie Changkong hurriedly picked up the phone, his voice changed due to extreme horror.