31: Chapter 31 A Genuine Martial Arts Master!

Silence.

A deathly silence.

In the Jiangcheng No. 1 Combat Hall, which was large enough to hold a hundred thousand people, one could clearly hear the sound of a pin dropping at this moment.

Grandmaster Lei Potian's words, "Su Yu wins," were still echoing under the towering dome.

But everyone's brain was still in a state of complete shutdown.

One thousand Blood Vitality points?

The Martial Master Realm?!

This term was too distant and too magical for ninety-nine percent of the people present.

The martial arts system of the Great Xia Kingdom was strictly hierarchical.

One hundred Blood Vitality points made one a Martial Artist.

But one thousand Blood Vitality points was ten times that of a Martial Artist! It was a Martial Master in the truest sense, capable of externalizing Blood Vitality and condensing Qi into weapons!

In a third-tier small city like Jiangcheng, a Martial Master was enough to start their own sect and become a local hegemon!

And now.

This terrifying pressure belonging to a Martial Master had actually appeared on an eighteen-year-old high school student wearing a faded, old short-sleeved shirt!

“BOOM—!!!”

A full half-minute passed.

Above the stands, a world-shaking uproar finally erupted, as if it were about to flip the stadium over!

“Martial Master! My God! He's a Martial Master!”

“An eighteen-year-old Martial Master! Is he even human?!”

“Crazy! This world has gone absolutely crazy! I actually saw a high school Martial Master with my own eyes!”

On the periphery of the crowd.

The homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 12 at Jiangcheng No. 3 High School, Teacher Li Jianguo.

He was currently slumped in his seat like a pile of mud.

He stared fixedly at the thin back on the arena stage, the center of everyone's attention, emitting a terrifying Blood Vitality like a god.

Tears and snot covered his face.

He was both crying and laughing.

Like a complete madman.

“One million... For one million... I drove away an eighteen-year-old Martial Master...”

Teacher Li Jianguo slapped himself hard.

It was crisp and loud.

But he couldn't feel the pain.

He only felt a sense of despair as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

He knew he was finished.

Not only was his teaching career completely over, but the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association might even send him directly to a military court on charges of 'persecuting a peerless genius'!

High up on the platform.

Grandmaster Lei Potian looked down from above at Su Yu on the arena stage.

In those weather-beaten, tiger-like eyes, an extremely frightening brilliance was swirling.

No one knew better than him what an eighteen-year-old Martial Master truly meant.

The Great Xia Kingdom had been established for three hundred years.

Martial arts flourished, and geniuses were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.

But to forcefully break through the one-thousand-point Blood Vitality mark and step into the Martial Master realm at the age of eighteen, before the college entrance exam...

They were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns!

No, they weren't even that common!

In Grandmaster Lei Potian's memory, in the archives of the Great Xia Kingdom, it had only happened three times in history!

Only three times!

And those three people, without exception, all later became supreme Martial Gods who suppressed an era and slaughtered their way through hundreds of millions of exotic beast tides!

They were the true pillars of the Great Xia Kingdom!

And now.

The fourth one had appeared.

Right before his eyes.

Right here in this remote Jiangcheng examination hall!

“Phew—”

Grandmaster Lei Potian let out a long breath of turbid air.

The one hundred thousand Blood Vitality within his body slowly calmed down.

He looked at Su Yu—this thin youth who was deep-scheming, decisive in killing, and even harsher to himself than to his enemies.

In the depths of Grandmaster Lei Potian's eyes, there was no longer the previous regret or sense of superiority.

It was replaced by an extremely pure, equal appreciation.

“You are very good!”

Grandmaster Lei Potian spoke.

His voice wasn't loud.

But through the vigorous Blood Vitality of a Great Grandmaster, it clearly suppressed the clamor of the hundred thousand people in the venue.

It reached everyone's ears.

Praise from the heart!

A Great Grandmaster with over one hundred thousand Blood Vitality had given the highest evaluation to an eighteen-year-old youth in front of the entire city!

Su Yu stood in the center of the arena.

Beneath his feet was Zhao Ze's body, which was gradually growing cold.

He looked up and met Grandmaster Lei Potian's gaze.

In his deep eyes, there wasn't the slightest hint of being overwhelmed by the Great Grandmaster's praise.

He nodded slightly.

“Thank you, Chairman Lei.”

Neither humble nor arrogant.

This bearing made Grandmaster Lei Potian secretly cheer in his heart once again.

However.

At this moment of glory under the spotlight.

A roar filled with extreme malice and madness broke the atmosphere in an extremely discordant manner.

“Good, my ass!!!”

Zhao Tianxiong's eyes were blood-red, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

He stared fixedly at Su Yu, his features distorted to the extreme.

“He killed my son! He's a murderer!”

“Chairman Lei! You are a Great Grandmaster! How can you shield a murderer!”

“I want him dead! I want him to be buried with my son right now!!!”

BOOM!

The Blood Vitality of a high-level Martial Artist within Zhao Tianxiong surged frantically; he actually wanted to rush onto the arena stage again regardless of the consequences!

The pain of losing his son had completely destroyed his reason.

His mind was now filled with only one thought.

Tear Su Yu to pieces!

Cut this commoner trash into a thousand pieces!

But.

Before he could even take half a step.

“Hmph.”

An extremely cold snort exploded from the high platform like muffled thunder.

Grandmaster Lei Potian didn't even move a hand.

Just a single look!

BOOM—!!!

A terrifying pressure belonging to a Great Grandmaster, as if it were tangible, directly penetrated the spatial distance and slammed heavily onto Zhao Tianxiong's body!

CRACK!

The kneecaps of Zhao Tianxiong's legs made a crisp sound of being overburdened.

His entire body was directly pinned to the ground by this pressure, unable to move even a single finger!

Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

“Zhao Tianxiong.”

Grandmaster Lei Potian's voice was so cold it lacked any trace of warmth.

“Did you take my words just now as wind passing by your ears?”

“On the arena stage, life and death are irrelevant. This is the iron law of the Great Xia Kingdom.”

“Your son's skills were inferior, and he died on the stage; that was his fate.”

“What? You want to trample on the rules of the Great Xia Kingdom in front of me?”

“Or do you want to rebel?!”

Those last four words.

They were like two heavy hammers, slamming hard against Zhao Tianxiong's heart!

Rebel!

If this label were pinned on him, forget about a mere martial arts gym owner in Jiangcheng, even a top-tier family in the capital would have their entire clan executed!

Extreme fear finally acted like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the madness in Zhao Tianxiong's heart.

Sanity returned to his brain in an extremely humiliating manner.

He was sober now.

He knew he absolutely could not make a move.

As long as he dared to touch a single hair on Su Yu's head, Grandmaster Lei Potian would definitely slap him to death without hesitation, and even the entire Zhao family would be uprooted!

In the face of absolute strength.

A family's power and money were all jokes that couldn't withstand a single blow!

“I... don't dare...”

Zhao Tianxiong ground his teeth to pieces and swallowed them along with the blood.

He climbed up from the ground with great difficulty.

Those eyes filled with bloodshot veins took one last fixed look at Su Yu.

As if he wanted to carve Su Yu's appearance into the depths of his soul.

Then.

He walked with staggering steps to the edge of the arena and picked up Zhao Ze's limp corpse.

Without a word.

He turned around and walked out of the combat hall.

His back looked desolate, yet it carried a heart-palpitating malice.

Su Yu watched Zhao Tianxiong's departing back.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

If one doesn't pull up the roots when cutting grass, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

He knew that he and the Zhao family were already in a life-and-death struggle.

Right then.

“Thud, thud, thud!”

A series of hurried footsteps came from behind the arena.

A black silhouette of a girl rushed recklessly onto this alloy arena stage that had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.

Lin Xiaoxiao.

Even her baseball cap had fallen off as she ran, her high ponytail drawing a youthful arc in the air.

She rushed directly in front of Su Yu.

“Su Yu!”

Lin Xiaoxiao grabbed Su Yu's arm.

In those pure and beautiful eyes, there were still undried tear marks.

She looked Su Yu up and down, sizing him up carefully.

She touched his shoulders and squeezed his arms.

No wounds.

No wretched state of depleted Blood Vitality.

His muscles were as firm as a piece of tempered steel. Although that terrifying Blood Vitality belonging to a Martial Master had been restrained, she could still feel that bottomless vastness!

He really was fine!

He wasn't at the end of his rope!

He was a genuine Martial Master!

Having confirmed this.

The huge boulder hanging in Lin Xiaoxiao's heart finally fell heavily to the ground.

But immediately following that.

An extremely strong mixture of embarrassment, shame, and anger instantly rushed to the top of her head!

Her cheeks flushed bright red in a flash.

So red they almost looked like they were about to drip blood!