29: Chapter 29?! How is that possible?!

Boom!

A violent airwave exploded across the arena.

Zhao Ze was like a beast driven completely mad, carrying a perfect blood qi score of 10.3 and the terrifying power of the Mystic Grade Low-Rank martial art, "Rock-Crushing Palm," as he lunged frantically at Su Yu!

"Die! Just die for me!!!"

Zhao Ze roared.

His palms flew, white energy tearing through the air and creating a series of ear-piercing sonic booms.

He wanted to use the most cruel and violent method to tear this commoner, who had humiliated him so much, into pieces!

Facing this storm-like offensive.

Su Yu moved.

He didn't counterattack, nor did he erupt with any blood qi.

Instead, he retreated "clumsily."

Shua!

One of Zhao Ze's palms grazed the tip of Su Yu's nose, the violent wind from the strike carving a bloody streak directly onto Su Yu's pale cheek.

It was incredibly close!

Su Yu stumbled, seemingly losing his balance as he tilted precariously to the left.

Bang!

Zhao Ze's other palm slammed heavily onto the alloy floor where Su Yu had just been standing.

The hard, specialized alloy was actually forced into an inch-deep palm print by this single strike!

Debris flew everywhere.

Su Yu panted heavily, his chest heaving violently as if every dodge exhausted all his strength.

He retreated repeatedly, his footsteps unsteady.

Under Zhao Ze's airtight offensive, he was like a lone boat in the ocean that could be overturned by the wild waves at any moment.

He had no power to fight back!

"Hiding? How much longer can you keep hiding?!"

Zhao Ze grinned sinisterly, the bloodthirsty light in his eyes growing more intense.

He enjoyed this cat-and-mouse pleasure.

He wanted to watch Su Yu exhaust his stamina bit by bit in fear and despair, finally crawling at his feet like a dead dog to beg for mercy!

Below the arena.

Lin Xiaoxiao gripped the cold alloy guardrail tightly.

Her pure and beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

Her vision had already blurred.

"Stop fighting... please stop fighting..."

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her pale lips, her voice trembling.

She truly couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Su Yu's current state was too pitiful.

Every dodge felt like a stroll past the Gates of Hell.

He was clearly weak to the extreme; clearly, he could survive just by shouting his surrender.

Why was he being so stubborn?!

For that bit of pitiful self-esteem, was he really willing to throw away his life?!

On the other side of the stands.

Inside the VIP box.

Zhao Tianxiong held a freshly poured cup of hot tea, leaning comfortably against the leather sofa.

Watching Su Yu on the arena, who was being pushed into a precarious situation by his son.

The gloom on Zhao Tianxiong's face vanished, replaced by an extremely gratified and triumphant laugh.

"Hahaha! Good! Well played!"

Zhao Tianxiong slapped his thigh hard.

"Ze'er, don't be in such a hurry to kill him!"

"Take your time! Let him know the consequences of offending our Zhao family!"

The butler standing to the side also finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he followed with a fawning smile.

"Master is right."

"This kid was indeed using some sorcery to bluff earlier; now his true colors are showing."

"He can't even touch a corner of the Young Master's clothes; he's simply trash."

"The spot for Kyoto Martial Arts University belongs to no one but the Young Master!"

It was in the bag.

In everyone's eyes, this suspense-free, one-sided slaughter had already entered its countdown.

However.

No one knew.

That at this moment on the arena, Su Yu, who appeared to be in a wretched state and ready to collapse at any time...

...was terrifyingly calm deep within his dim eyes.

In his mind, he was constantly calculating distance, angles, and... the psychology of a Great Grandmaster!

Dodging?

Wretchedness?

Those were all illusions he had feigned!

With his terrifying strength of 1,000 points in the Martial Master Realm, Zhao Ze's boasted attack speed was slower than a snail's crawl in his eyes!

The reason he didn't strike back...

...was because he knew his true opponent wasn't this barking mad dog in front of him.

It was the Great Grandmaster on the high platform, Grandmaster Lei Potian, whose blood qi exceeded one hundred thousand and whose spiritual power was locked onto the entire arena!

Su Yu knew very well.

A Great Grandmaster's reaction speed was too fast.

If even a sliver of killing intent leaked from his body, or if he made the slightest movement to counterattack...

Grandmaster Lei Potian would definitely tear through space within a thousandth of a second to stand in front of Zhao Ze!

If that happened, he would lose the chance to kill Zhao Ze forever.

Therefore.

He had to endure.

He had to pretend.

He had to create the perfect moment where even a Great Grandmaster would believe the "match is over" and thus relax his guard!

"Soon..."

Su Yu silently counted down in his heart while "struggling" to dodge Zhao Ze's series of palm strikes.

His breathing became more rapid, and his footsteps grew more chaotic.

Finally.

At the moment he retreated to the edge of the arena with nowhere left to go.

Su Yu's left foot tripped "unnaturally" over his right ankle.

His body suddenly lost balance, his right side wide open!

A flaw!

An extremely fatal, defenseless, and massive flaw!

"Go to hell!!!"

How could Zhao Ze pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, and a roar of ecstasy escaped his throat.

His entire 10.3 blood qi gathered unreservedly in his right palm.

The power of the "Rock-Crushing Palm" was pushed to its limit, heading straight for Su Yu's left shoulder with an ear-piercing sonic boom!

Upon the high platform.

Grandmaster Lei Potian's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"It's over."

The Great Grandmaster made his final judgment in his heart.

He saw clearly that Zhao Ze's strike was aimed at Su Yu's shoulder, not a vital spot like the heart or head.

"The shoulder will be crushed, and he'll lose the ability to fight back."

"This strike won't kill him."

"It's time for this old man to go down and announce the match results."

Once the judgment was formed, the one hundred thousand blood qi within Grandmaster Lei Potian's body—originally taut like a bowstring and ready to explode at any moment—relaxed slightly.

He did not choose to immediately tear through space to block the strike.

Because it was not necessary.

Since no one would die, he would let this farce end with Su Yu collapsing from heavy injuries.

Below the arena.

Lin Xiaoxiao watched the unavoidable palm strike, tears streaming down her face.

"Su Yu!!!"

She closed her eyes in despair, not daring to look at the impending carnage.

Inside the VIP box.

The smile on Zhao Tianxiong's face fully blossomed.

"It's settled!"

Bang!!!

An extremely muffled, tooth-aching sound of flesh colliding exploded on the arena!

Zhao Ze's rock-colored right palm landed solidly and without any hindrance on Su Yu's left shoulder!

A hit!

An extremely cruel ecstasy instantly appeared on Zhao Ze's face.

He was even ready to hear the crisp sound of Su Yu's bones shattering and enjoy the sight of Su Yu collapsing in a pool of blood, wailing in pain.

But.

A thousandth of a second later.

The ecstasy on Zhao Ze's face seemed to have a pause button pressed.

It stiffened completely.

It froze.

Then, it instantly twisted into an extreme, ghost-seeing terror!

Something's wrong!

Something's very wrong!

The moment his palm made contact with Su Yu's shoulder...

...he felt like he hadn't hit a human body at all!

Hard!

Too hard!!!

It was like an ordinary person throwing a full-power punch at a piece of solid, tempered steel!

There was no sound of bones shattering.

There was no scene of blood splattering.

His proud Mystic Grade Low-Rank martial art, "Rock-Crushing Palm," which could leave prints even on alloy floors...

...the moment it touched Su Yu's shoulder, that violent energy was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to stir even the slightest ripple!

Not only that.

An extremely terrifying and incomparably overbearing counter-shock force...

...flowed from Su Yu's shoulder like a surging tsunami, frantically pouring back into Zhao Ze's arm!

Crack!

The bone in Zhao Ze's right arm made a hair-raising snap.

It was directly vibrated into countless fine cracks by this counter-shock force!

"Ah—!"

The intense pain completely twisted Zhao Ze's features, but under extreme horror, even his scream was stuck in his throat.

How is this possible?!

Wasn't his blood qi exhausted?!

Wasn't he a cripple who couldn't even stand steadily?!

This body... this body as hard as a monster's, what on earth is going on!!!

Fear, like a cold venomous snake, instantly coiled tightly around Zhao Ze's heart.