158: Chapter 158 No More Pretense
Deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
A deathly silence.
Huo Zhenshan clutched the military communicator that had completely lost its signal, his entire being like a clay statue drained of its Soul.
The desperate roar of Qin Fuhai seemed to still echo in his ears.
"Qi and blood exceeding one trillion..."
"The demon god armor with a ten-fold increase in combat power..."
Huo Zhenshan muttered to himself, his voice dry.
The limit of a Martial God is one hundred billion Qi and blood.
But the Qi and blood of the demon god descending from the abyss is one trillion! This is ten times that of a Martial God!
And that demon god armor can provide another ten-fold increase in combat power!
Ten times ten.
One hundred times!
In other words, the actual combat power erupted by this abyss demon god descending on the Northern Border is equivalent to a full ten trillion Qi and blood!
Ten trillion!!!
This is an astronomical figure that would make the Human Race despair completely, unable to even conceive the thought of resistance!
Huo Zhenshan was trembling violently.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Su Yu beside him.
He admitted that Su Yu was a peerless monster who broke all conventional wisdom.
At eighteen, without using Qi and blood, he poked a Devil Emperor to death with two spear strikes.
Such a feat, in the entire history of the Human Race, is a myth with no predecessor and no successor.
But...
What is descending now is not a Devil Emperor!
It is a demon god with a terrifying combat power of ten trillion!
"Su Yu..."
Huo Zhenshan swallowed a mouthful of saliva that tasted of blood, his eyes red-rimmed.
"Did you hear that?"
"Ten trillion combat power..."
"This is simply not something that human power can contend with!"
Huo Zhenshan grabbed Su Yu's arm, his fingernails digging into Su Yu's clothes.
"Run!"
"Qin Fuhai is right!"
"You are the last hope of our Human Race. As long as you live, the Human Race still has a chance to turn things around!"
"I will escort you away right now! Run as far as you can!"
Facing Huo Zhenshan's near-breakdown urging.
Su Yu stood in place, motionless.
In his deep eyes, there was not a trace of panic or despair.
Instead, they revealed a hint of calm contemplation.
"Ten trillion, huh..."
Su Yu silently calculated in his heart.
Previously in the practice room of the freshman apartment, he had consumed ten trillion years of cultivation to complete the fourth extreme compression of his Qi and blood.
He had condensed a drop of source blood.
And the mass contained in that drop of source blood was exactly equivalent to ten trillion Qi and blood!
In other words.
If looking purely at basic combat power.
His current drop of source blood and that abyss demon god wearing the demon god armor should be a fifty-fifty match.
It was a tie.
"Fifty-fifty, huh..."
Su Yu frowned slightly.
For an ordinary Martial Artist, being able to go fifty-fifty with a demon god is already a supreme honor worth bragging about for generations.
But for Su Yu.
Not enough.
Far from enough!
An evenly matched fight means variables.
It means the risk of injury.
What if that demon god has some hidden trump cards?
What if the opponent knows how to burn their Origin and perform desperate forbidden arts similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration?
If they really fought, even if he could win, he would likely end up in a sorry state, or even risk a disastrous failure.
This is not the way of fighting he wants.
What he wants is crushing!
It is dimensional reduction strikes!
Su Yu slowly turned his head to look at the anxious Huo Zhenshan.
He took a deep breath.
He decided to stop pretending.
With his current strength, looking at the whole world, there is no one or any force that can threaten him.
Hiding and holding back would only affect the speed at which he acquires resources.
"Old Huo."
Su Yu spoke calmly, interrupting Huo Zhenshan's chatter.
"I don't intend to run."
Huo Zhenshan was anxious.
"Are you crazy?! That is ten trillion combat power! What are you going to fight with?!"
"I'll fight with the money you just mentioned."
Su Yu looked directly into Huo Zhenshan's eyes, his tone revealing an unquestionable certainty.
"I have a Legacy."
"An extremely ancient, extremely special Legacy."
Su Yu did not directly mention the existence of the System, but instead used a phrasing that Huo Zhenshan could understand.
"This Legacy does not require long periods of seclusion, nor does it require Epiphany."
"It only needs one thing."
"Resources."
"Or to put it more bluntly, money."
Su Yu looked at Huo Zhenshan, a touch of desire igniting deep in his eyes.
"As long as there is enough money."
"I can instantly convert them into solid combat power."
"So."
Su Yu paused.
"Does the military have money?"
"Give me some money, and I can crush that so-called demon god on the spot!"
Silence.
In the dense forest of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, it fell into a deathly silence once again.
Huo Zhenshan stared blankly at Su Yu.
His brain experienced a momentary crash.
Give money?
Giving money can crush a demon god with ten trillion combat power?!
What kind of fantasy is this?!
Do you think this is buying Chinese cabbage at the vegetable market?! Pay and you get the goods?!
"Su Yu, at a time like this, what kind of joke are you still making..."
Huo Zhenshan subconsciously wanted to refute.
But.
When he saw Su Yu's deep, calm eyes that held no hint of joking.
Huo Zhenshan's words suddenly stuck in his throat.
In his mind, all the information he knew surfaced.
When Su Yu first enrolled, for money, he accepted Chen Feng's life-and-death battle without hesitation.
At the Dark Web auction, for money, Su Yu dared to take out even a demon saint-level demon core to sell.
When Su Yu was at the printing plant just now, hearing that they could print fifty trillion a day, those eyes that were frighteningly bright.
And...
Su Yu's terrifying speed of Breakthrough that completely defied common sense, as if riding a rocket!
In a few days, from Martial Spirit to killing a Devil Emperor instantly!
All of this, if explained using conventional martial arts theories, simply makes no sense!
But if...
If this Legacy of "smashing money to become stronger" that Su Yu mentioned is true?!
Huo Zhenshan trembled violently!
His scalp instantly tingled!
If it is true, then the Great Xia Kingdom is truly saved!
"You..."
Huo Zhenshan stared at Su Yu, his breathing rapid.
"Are you serious?!"
"As long as there is money, you can really become stronger without limits?!"
"Even if the opponent is a demon god with ten trillion Qi and blood?!"
"Yes."
Su Yu looked into Huo Zhenshan's eyes, his tone calm.
No passionate promises.
No sworn oaths.
Just two plain words.
But falling into the ears of this eighty-year-old National Guardian Martial Saint, they were like a thunderclap exploding from the Nine Heavens!
Huo Zhenshan trembled violently, and in those cloudy old eyes, an unprecedented brilliance instantly erupted.
He stared fixedly at the eighteen-year-old boy in front of him.
Reason told him that this was simply absurd to the extreme.
Spending money can buy combat power?
Spending money can smooth over the terrifying chasm between him and a demon god with ten trillion Qi and blood?
This violates all the common sense of the martial arts world for ten thousand years!
But.
Looking at Su Yu's deep, calm eyes that seemed capable of swallowing all the stars, in Huo Zhenshan's heart, a blind trust uncontrollably emerged.
This boy, from enrollment until now, has he broken few conventional truths?
Martial Spirit defying and killing a demon saint!
Killing a Devil Emperor instantly without Qi and blood!
He himself is a living miracle!
Since conventional means are already powerless.
Then let's bet the entire fate of the Human Race on this miracle!
"Good!"
Huo Zhenshan gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face twitching slightly due to extreme excitement.
"You wait!!"
He turned around and grabbed the military communicator in his hand.
His fingers trembling, he pressed the highest-level red emergency hotline of the Great Xia Kingdom.
🔊 Text To Speech
Listen while reading