61: Chapter 61 That brat!

If he threw away the yuanlong spear now.

Su Yu would just be an ordinary martial artist with only one thousand points of blood qi!

Facing Chen Feng's absolute suppression of three thousand points of blood qi, and the unpreventable mental power strangulation.

Then what's the point of fighting!

Is he going up there to die?!

"Director Chu Kuang!"

Chen Feng looked at Director Chu Kuang, who was blocking Su Yu, his expression extremely ugly.

But relying on the fact that he was in the right, he gritted his teeth and retorted loudly.

"This is a fair duel between students!"

"He agreed to it himself!"

"As the referee, are you going to openly favor him and break the rules of Capital Martial Arts University?!"

Chen Feng was now determined to defeat Su Yu.

To wipe away his previous shame!

As long as Su Yu didn't have that damn yuanlong spear in his hand.

He had ten thousand ways to trample him fiercely under his feet!!

"Screw you!"

Director Chu Kuang glared, completely unimpressed by this act.

"You, a sophomore student with three thousand points of blood qi, bullying a freshman with one thousand points of blood qi—do you even have the face to talk to me about fairness?!"

"I'm laying it out right here today!"

"This duel ends here!"

"Whoever dares to touch a single hair on his head, I'll break their legs first!"

Director Chu Kuang exuded dominance.

His blood qi churned, ready to suppress Chen Feng directly if there was any disagreement.

Su Yu stood behind Director Chu Kuang.

Watching this old man who, in order to protect him, didn't even care about his reputation as a department director.

A trace of helplessness flashed in the depths of his deep eyes.

Even without the spear, his combat power remained.

Su Yu just wanted to speak up and ask Director Chu Kuang to step aside.

Just at this moment.

Hum—

The air above the arena rippled violently without warning.

An irresistible, terrifying pressure, like the might of heaven, instantly descended upon the entire Weiming Lake!

The strong wind stopped abruptly.

The lake surface calmed down.

Everyone's breathing hitched sharply at this moment.

A figure wearing a plain black robe with a gaunt face stepped slowly out of the void as if walking in a leisurely garden.

The Vice Principal of Capital Martial Arts University.

Martial Emperor powerhouse, Vice Principal Nie Changkong!

"Vice Principal!"

All the teachers and students present bowed in unison.

Vice Principal Nie Changkong ignored everyone's awe.

He took a step and appeared directly on the dueling arena.

Standing in front of Director Chu Kuang and Su Yu.

"Director Chu Kuang."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong's voice was very calm, devoid of any joy or anger.

"Step down."

Simple two words.

Yet they carried an unquestionable absolute will.

Director Chu Kuang trembled, his face full of anxiety.

"Vice Principal! You can't let them fight!"

"This kid only has one thousand points of blood qi; without the yuanlong spear, he will be crippled by that Chen family kid's mental power!"

"He is our Capital Martial Arts University's special-grade freshman, the hope of the future!"

Vice Principal Nie Changkong looked at Director Chu Kuang and shook his head slightly.

He reached out one hand and, seemingly casually, placed it on Director Chu Kuang's shoulder.

The next second.

Director Chu Kuang's mountain-like, burly body was pulled directly off the arena without any power to resist!

The power of a Martial Emperor is truly terrifying!

Vice Principal Nie Changkong stood at the edge of the arena, hands behind his back.

His deep gaze fixed on Su Yu in the center of the arena.

"Young man, being high-spirited is a good thing."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong said slowly.

His voice spread throughout the entire Weiming Lake.

"Only with pride and sharp spirit can you be worthy of the words 'Martial Dao is a desperate struggle'."

"However."

Vice Principal Nie Changkong's tone suddenly sank, revealing a coldness that had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"Blind arrogance will only lead one to a place where they have no burial ground!"

"Suffering some setbacks is also a good thing."

"Losing on the arena is at most losing face and suffering some physical pain."

"It's better than going to the Abyss in the future and losing your life because of arrogance!"

Vice Principal Nie Changkong's words were resonant and forceful.

The implication was already obvious.

Do not interfere!

If you lose, you lose!

Losing is also a form of training!

He just wanted to use Chen Feng's hand to suppress Su Yu's sharpness.

The title of special-grade freshman was too heavy.

If Su Yu felt invincible just because of a momentary epiphany and dared to throw away his weapon.

Then such a mindset would not get him far.

Only by losing would this kid know what it means that there is always someone better out there!

It would make him learn awe!

Off the stage.

All the senior students nodded secretly.

The Vice Principal is right.

This kid is too arrogant.

It's time to let him suffer a bit.

And at this moment.

Chen Feng on the other side of the arena heard Vice Principal Nie Changkong's words.

He was about to burst into wild laughter!

A great opportunity!

A huge opportunity!

Even the Vice Principal didn't care, and there was even a hint of tacit approval for him to teach Su Yu a lesson!

Then what else did he have to worry about?!

Chen Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the wild joy in his heart.

He stared fixedly at Su Yu, the grimace on his face no longer concealable.

"Su Yu!"

"Did you hear the Vice Principal's words?"

Chen Feng stepped forward, his three thousand points of blood qi erupting again with a bang.

He pointed to the Emperor-grade battle armor on his chest that emitted a dark silver luster.

Continuing to use provocation.

"How about it?"

"Do you dare or not?!"

"If you win, this priceless Silver-Flowing Mystic Armor is yours!"

"If I win!"

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, enunciating every word.

"From now on, when you see me or Lin Xiaoxiao."

"Get as far away as you can!"

"Never appear in front of us again!"

Facing Chen Feng's roar and Vice Principal Nie Changkong's indifference.

Su Yu stood in place.

He looked at the so-called Emperor-grade battle armor on Chen Feng's chest.

He shook his head slightly.

"Forget the battle armor."

"Change it to 100 billion in cash."

Martial Dao, or rather the System, was his foundation.

Battle armor could only increase defense; he felt it wasn't very useful.

Silence.

Quiet.

100 billion in cash?!

Even a first-class family in the capital would have to suffer a major blow to pull that out all at once!

Chen Feng was also stunned, then laughed out of anger.

"Good!"

Anyway, this kid was bound to lose, and he wouldn't be able to get this money at all!

"Since you are looking for death, then let's begin!"

Su Yu nodded, without any nonsense.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes in the audience.

He gripped the yuanlong spear.

Whoosh—!

The heavy yuanlong spear streaked through the air, leaving a black afterimage, and landed steadily in front of Lin Xiaoxiao off the stage.

And at this moment.

Everyone off the stage, seeing Su Yu really throw away his weapon.

It exploded completely!

"Holy crap!"

"He actually dared to do it?!"

"He's crazy! He's absolutely crazy!"

"One thousand points of blood qi, no weapon, fighting against a mental power master with three thousand points of blood qi?!"

"Can he win this?!"

"Win my ass! This is purely asking for a beating!"

Director Chu Kuang on the high platform was so angry he slapped his thigh, blowing his beard and staring.

"This brat!"

"Money-grubbing!"

"For that 100 billion, he's going to take a beating for nothing!!"

Vice Principal Nie Changkong stood at the edge of the arena, his deep gaze locked tightly onto Su Yu.

He wanted to see.

This boy with monstrous talent.

After losing his greatest reliance.

What kind of pathetic posture he would show.

On the arena.

The strong wind whipped up the water vapor from Weiming Lake, slapping against the hard alloy ground.

Chen Feng looked at Su Yu, who had empty hands, the grimace on his face no longer restrainable.

His three thousand points of blood qi churned violently on his body surface.

In the gray-colored blood qi light, there was a heart-palpitating fluctuation of mental power.

"Are you ready?!"

Chen Feng stepped forward abruptly, his voice filled with the gratification of having his revenge soon.

In his view.

The reason Su Yu was able to win just now was entirely because of that Martial Emperor-grade yuanlong spear.

It was the Demon-breaking attribute of the yuanlong spear that restrained his mental power.

Now.

Without a weapon.

With Su Yu's mere one thousand points of blood qi, what could he use to block his Heaven-grade mental power martial arts?!