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"Young Master will make that ignorant brat kneel on the ground looking for his teeth!"

"Three moves? Hahaha, you're too conservative."

Zhao Tianxiong laughed out loud and took a sip of blood tea.

"I bet on one move."

"My boy Ze has high aspirations. Having his spotlight stolen by a commoner, he will definitely go all out in the first move and cripple the opponent directly."

The private box was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

But.

After the butler echoed with a few dry laughs.

His gaze turned back to Su Yu on the arena.

He didn't know why.

When he saw Su Yu's deep eyes that held no emotional fluctuation.

A chill suddenly and inexplicably went through the butler's heart.

An extremely unsettling gloom silently enveloped his heart.

He couldn't help but think of that Martial Artist who had disappeared without a trace.

Lao Mo.

It had been three days and three nights.

Lao Mo had vanished into thin air.

His phone wouldn't connect, his subordinates couldn't find him, and even the underground casino he frequented didn't have a trace of him.

Just two hours ago.

An investigator from the Jiangcheng City Defense Bureau even came to the Zhao family.

To routinely ask about Lao Mo's whereabouts.

They said someone had found a trace of a faint, human-like bloody smell left at a landfill in the western suburbs.

Although he had forcibly brushed it off with a large sum of hush money and the Zhao family's connections.

The butler's back had already been soaked with sweat at the time.

Where did Lao Mo go?

He went to carry out the Young Master's orders to break Su Yu's legs.

And then.

Lao Mo disappeared.

And Su Yu stood on the college entrance exam arena, completely unscathed.

And, with a terrifying 10.4 Qi!

An extremely absurd and shocking conjecture.

Like a cold viper, it tightly coiled around the butler's neck.

It wouldn't go away.

"Could it be..."

The butler swallowed, feeling his throat dry and painful.

"Could it be that Lao Mo... didn't just take the money and run away?"

"But instead..."

"Was killed by Su Yu?!"

Boom!

As soon as this thought emerged, the butler felt a wave of dizziness in his brain.

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The butler roared crazily in his heart, trying to use reason to crush this absurd conjecture.

Who was Lao Mo?

He was a ruthless character who had fought hundreds of underground illegal matches and had blood-stained hands!

A formal Martial Artist with a Qi value as high as 110!

Even if Su Yu really got lucky and his Qi reached 10.4.

In front of a veteran Martial Artist with 110 Qi, he was still just a slightly stronger ant!

How could he possibly counter-kill him?

Furthermore, Lao Mo had brought two subordinates with him!

Even if he couldn't win, there should have been some commotion, right?

There wasn't even a trace of a fight left at the scene; what did that mean?

It meant that if Su Yu did it, it was definitely a one-sided instant kill!

Instantly killing a formal Martial Artist?

The butler looked at the thin youth on the arena.

He would rather believe the world would end tomorrow than believe an eighteen-year-old high school student could do such a thing.

"It's an illusion."

"I must be overthinking it."

The butler frantically comforted himself in his heart.

"It must be that bastard Lao Mo; seeing Su Yu's Qi skyrocketing and thinking the target was too tough, he just took the two hundred thousand the Young Master gave him and ran away!"

"Yes! That's the only possibility!"

The butler took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart.

Calm down.

Won't he know soon enough?

As long as the Young Master uses the Rock-Crushing Palm on the arena to test this brat's depth.

Everything would be revealed.

A bloated upstart could never withstand the Young Master's full-force blow!

...

In the center of the arena.

A military referee in a black uniform strode between the two.

He swept his sharp gaze over Su Yu and Zhao Ze.

"Are the rules clear?"

"No-holds-barred combat."

"If one side falls and cannot rise, or calls out to surrender, the match will end immediately."

"The use of any hidden weapons, poisons, or prohibited drugs is strictly forbidden."

The referee raised his right hand high.

"Ready—"

Zhao Ze's legs suddenly spread, his center of gravity lowering.

Boom!

A violent aura belonging to a 10.3 Qi value erupted from his body without reservation!

His pure white martial arts uniform billowed without wind, snapping loudly.

The muscles in his hands instantly expanded, veins bulging, faintly glowing with an extremely hard, rock-like luster.

Profound Rank Low Grade Martial Skill.

Rock-Crushing Palm!

Starting stance!

Just this starting stance caused the air around the arena to emit a dull whistling sound.

The ordinary students in the stands even felt a suffocating sensation rushing towards them.

"Su Yu."

Zhao Ze stared fixedly at his opponent twenty meters away.

The arrogance and cruelty on his face twisted into ferocious murderous intent at this moment.

He squeezed cold words through his teeth in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Do you think that by relying on some dogshit luck you picked up from god-knows-where to stack your Qi to 10.4, you can step on my head?"

"Today."

"I will let you witness what true foundation is!"

"I will smash your bones, inch by inch!"

Facing Zhao Ze's murderous intent that was almost solidifying into substance.

Su Yu remained standing in place.

He didn't adopt any defensive stance.

Even his hands were still tucked in his pockets.

He watched Zhao Ze's appearance of being on high alert with his Qi fully unleashed.

In his deep eyes, there was no anger, nor fear.

Only a trace of extremely pure pity, like looking at an idiot.

"Are you done talking?"

Su Yu spoke indifferently.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the howling Qi that Zhao Ze had erupted.

"Since your last words are finished."

"We can begin."

The understated retort.

Directly shattered the terrifying aura that Zhao Ze had worked so hard to build up!

"You are courting death!!!"

Zhao Ze was completely enraged.

His reason was completely swallowed by a frantic sense of humiliation at this moment.

Just then.

The referee's raised right hand swung down heavily!

"Begin!"

Boom!

The moment the words fell.

The alloy floor beneath Zhao Ze's feet emitted a dull, thunderous sound.

He was like a cannonball fired from a chamber, carrying an extremely violent gale as he charged crazily towards Su Yu!

The twenty-meter distance.

Covered in an instant!

"Die!!!"

A beast-like roar erupted from Zhao Ze's throat.

His right palm, glowing with a rock-like luster, was raised high.

The power of his Qi compressed crazily in his palm, forming a visible white wave of air.

The terrifying power of the Profound Rank Martial Skill was displayed to the fullest at this moment!

This palm strike.

Aimed straight for Su Yu's chest!

If it connected, let alone flesh and blood, even a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate would be instantly dented!

On the high platform.

Great Grandmaster Lei Potian's eyes narrowed suddenly.

"This brat, he's actually going for the kill!"

The 100,000 Qi within Lei Potian was instantly mobilized, preparing to forcibly intervene in the arena and save Su Yu.

Because in his view, Su Yu couldn't dodge this palm, let alone withstand it!

Inside the VIP box.

The smile on Zhao Tianxiong's face fully blossomed.

"It's over."

The butler also stared fixedly at the arena, his heart pounding in his throat.

However.

Just when Zhao Ze's fatal palm was less than half a meter from Su Yu's chest.

Su Yu finally moved.

He didn't retreat.

Didn't dodge.

He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

He just took a small step forward, extremely casually.

His mind stirred slightly.

The floodgate of Qi within his body, tightly locked by the Breath Concealment Technique.

Silently cracked open a tiny gap.

Boom——!!!