34: Chapter 34 Not a single chicken or dog was spared

Today on the arena, he had crushed Zhao Ze's throat in front of the entire city. Zhao Tianxiong would surely want to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

To cut the weeds, one must dig up the roots, or they will grow back when the spring breeze blows.

A cold, sharp killing intent flashed in Su Yu's eyes.

But he quickly suppressed that killing intent.

For now, he couldn't deal with it yet.

Zhao Tianxiong was at least a Martial Artist, and the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall was deeply rooted in Jiangcheng, keeping a large number of desperadoes under its command.

Although he had a thousand points of blood qi, two fists were no match for four hands.

Moreover, Grandmaster Lei Potian was still in Jiangcheng.

If he went on a killing spree within the city, it would definitely draw the suppression of the military and the Martial Arts Association.

"Go to Kyoto first."

Su Yu made a decision in his heart.

"Once I've settled down and my strength has progressed further, I'll find an opportunity to come back and completely wipe out this hidden threat."

Reason always suppressed impulse.

Su Yu closed his eyes.

His breathing gradually steadied.

He fell into a peaceful sleep.

...

Meanwhile.

Jiangcheng, West District.

Inside the Zhao family's luxury villa area, which spanned thousands of square meters.

There were no screams.

There was no roar of fighting.

Not even a single trace of blood qi fluctuation emanated.

The night wind blew.

The air was filled with an extremely thick, nauseating smell of blood.

Zhao Tianxiong sat in the leather executive chair in his study.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated.

On his neck was an extremely fine, almost invisible red line.

His blood had long since drained away.

And in the other rooms of the villa.

The Zhao family's butler, core members, and even the death warrior they had secretly raised...

All remained in the posture of their final second of life.

In despair and extreme terror, they had died silently.

At the same time.

The teacher's apartments of Jiangcheng No. 3 High School.

Teacher Li Jianguo, the class teacher who had attempted to force Su Yu into signing an indenture for a million credits.

He lay on his bed.

His face was distorted, his hands clutching his chest tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

His death was extremely miserable.

It was as if he had seen something incredibly terrifying before he died.

The night remained silent.

As if nothing had ever happened.

...

The next day.

Early morning.

Sunlight shone through the gaps in the old curtains of the rental room onto Su Yu's face.

Ring, ring—!

The alarm clock by the bed rang on time.

Su Yu snapped his eyes open.

There was no trace of post-sleep confusion in his eyes; they instantly regained absolute clarity and vigilance.

He sat up.

Habitually, he picked up his phone, intending to check today's high-speed train schedule to Kyoto.

However.

The moment the screen lit up.

Several blood-red, bolded push notifications from the Jiangcheng Local News Network completely dominated the screen.

[Breaking! A massive fire broke out last night at the Jiangcheng Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall. Hall Master Zhao Tianxiong and dozens of core members have no survivors!]

[According to the preliminary official report, the cause of the fire was an aging energy pipe leak in the basement.]

[Other News: Teacher Li Jianguo of Jiangcheng No. 3 High School passed away unfortunately last night from a sudden heart attack at home.]

Su Yu looked at these lines of text on the screen.

His finger paused slightly.

His gaze fixed intensely on the words "no survivors" and "sudden heart attack."

Deep in his eyes, a violent surge of emotion arose.

A fire?

An energy pipe leak?

A sudden heart attack?

Who are they trying to fool!

A cold sneer curled at the corner of Su Yu's mouth.

Zhao Tianxiong was a Martial Artist! His blood qi was robust, and his senses were sharp.

Never mind an ordinary fire—even if the entire villa had been blown up, he would have been able to burst through a window in an instant!

How could he possibly be burned alive?

And that Teacher Li Jianguo, though he was a class teacher, had definitely practiced martial arts and had clear blood qi flow. How could he have a sudden heart attack?

Silenced.

This was an extremely clean and efficient silencing, leaving no traces behind!

Moreover, the other party's strength was terrifying.

It had to be a crushing level of existence to make someone like Zhao Tianxiong, a high-level Martial Artist, unable to even find a chance to flee or call for help before being wiped out!

"Who did it?"

Su Yu's brain worked frantically.

He was alone in Jiangcheng, with no background or backing.

Who would wipe out a local powerhouse family for his sake?

Grandmaster Lei Potian?

Impossible. A Great Grandmaster holds an exalted status and represents the government; they would never use such assassination methods.

That left only one possibility.

In Su Yu's mind, a pure and beautiful figure with a ponytail appeared.

Lin Xiaoxiao.

The young miss who, on the arena yesterday, had stood in front of him like an angry little leopard and cursed Zhao Tianxiong to his face.

"So that's how it is..."

Su Yu murmured to himself.

He had originally planned to return and take his revenge personally once he became powerful enough.

He hadn't expected...

That someone would beat him to it.

This favor was a bit too large.

Su Yu took a deep breath.

He turned off his phone screen.

He wasn't overly sentimental, nor did he feel panicked.

A debt was a debt; he would just find an opportunity to repay it later.

He washed up and got dressed.

He picked up his faded old canvas bag.

He set out.

...

At the street corner of the Old Urban Area.

An extremely flashy, pitch-black heavy armored SUV was parked quietly by the roadside.

The car body reflected a cold metallic luster.

The passing neighbors all steered clear of it, not even daring to take a second look.

Su Yu walked forward.

The rear window slowly rolled down.

Lin Xiaoxiao was wearing a pair of large aviator sunglasses that covered most of her face.

"Get in!"

She waved at Su Yu, her tone as haughty and casual as ever.

Su Yu pulled open the car door and sat inside.

The interior was spacious and extremely luxurious, even emitting a faint, soothing high-grade incense.

In the driver's seat sat a middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves.

His presence was extremely restrained.

But with his intuition as a Martial Master, Su Yu could faintly sense that this driver's body contained terrifying blood qi power.

He was definitely above the Master Realm!

"Uncle Lin, let's go. To the high-speed train station."

Lin Xiaoxiao gave the instruction.

"Yes, Eldest Miss."

The SUV started smoothly without making a sound.

Su Yu had just placed his canvas bag at his feet.

*Slap.*

An ancient book was tossed directly onto his lap by Lin Xiaoxiao.

"Take it."

Lin Xiaoxiao took off her sunglasses and yawned.

There was still a trace of fatigue in the corners of her eyes.

Su Yu looked down.

His gaze fell upon the cover of the ancient book.

Three simple, ancient characters entered his sight.

"Rock-Crushing Palm."

Su Yu's pupils contracted imperceptibly.

This was the Zhao family's heritage martial art!

An Earth-tier Low-grade technique!

Yesterday on the arena, Zhao Ze had used this very palm technique in an attempt to kill him.

And now, this extremely precious original manual was being tossed to him by Lin Xiaoxiao like a piece of junk from a roadside stall.

Su Yu looked up.

He looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's pure and beautiful face, which carried a hint of sleepiness.

He understood instantly.

The evidence was irrefutable.

The Zhao family, and Teacher Li Jianguo...

Were wiped out last night with casual indifference by this seemingly pampered, unpretentious young miss.

Not even a chicken or dog was left alive.

In Su Yu's heart, his understanding of the power of top-tier families reached a deeper level.

"I saw you on the arena yesterday; you didn't even have a decent martial technique, relying entirely on raw blood qi strength to smash things."

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned back against the leather seat and curled her lip.

"At Kyoto Martial Arts University, that kind of fighting style will put you at a disadvantage."

"This trashy book seemed okay to me, so I'm giving it to you!"