64: Chapter 64 What else can be done?!

A cold wind blew by.

His weathered old face was etched with complexity and melancholy.

Director Chu Kuang lowered his head and glanced at the silvery-white spear in his hand.

In his mind, he involuntarily recalled the scene from the morning on the sports field where, in order to recruit Su Yu, he had tried his best to demonstrate his "Micro-Perception" Spear Intent.

At the time, he had been smugly pleased with himself.

He thought he could stun the kid.

He thought he could make him obediently run over and call him master.

But what was the result?

The kid had turned around and pulled out a "Shape-Shifting" move!

Turning the intangible into the tangible!

Interfering with reality!

Damn it!

Director Chu Kuang covered his face, feeling his old face burning with pain.

"A clown..."

"So, I was the clown all along..."

Director Chu Kuang let out a long sigh, his voice filled with infinite emotion and bitterness.

He had thought his Micro-Perception Spear Intent would be enough to trick this monster into joining the Spear Department.

But... but... Sigh!!!

This kid didn't need a master at all!

He was a monster himself!

Director Chu Kuang shook his head, shouldered his spear, and turned to leave, looking dejected.

His retreating figure appeared exceptionally desolate.

Meanwhile, in the inner ring of the capital, inside a vast, ancient, and luxurious manor—the Chen family estate.

Bang! The main gate was violently pushed open.

Chen Feng, hair disheveled and eyes bloodshot, rushed into the manor's main hall like a madman.

In the center of the hall, a middle-aged man wearing dark golden robes and possessing a dignified countenance sat upright on a grand armchair.

He was holding an ancient, broken jade slip. His brows were slightly furrowed, and faint, powerful fluctuations of mental energy flickered around his body; he was clearly struggling to deduce some extremely profound martial arts technique.

The Chen Tiannan. A Martial King-level powerhouse, Chen Tiannan!

"Panicking like this, what a disgrace!"

Chen Tiannan frowned, and an invisible Martial King pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall.

Chen Feng's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto his knees.

"Dad!"

Chen Feng's voice was incredibly shrill, laced with sobs.

"Save me! Dad, please save me!"

Chen Tiannan looked at his son's disheveled appearance, and his expression darkened instantly.

"What happened?"

Chen Feng knelt on the ground, trembling violently. He swallowed hard and spoke with extreme difficulty.

"I... I had a duel with someone at school..."

"I lost..."

Chen Tiannan snorted coldly.

"So you lost, so what!"

"Victory and defeat are common occurrences in battle; go back, train hard, and win it back!"

"Crying and whining, what does that look like!"

"But..."

Chen Feng raised his head, his face full of despair.

"I... I lost the jade slip of the 'Formless Calamity Blade' to him..."

Boom! The aura on Chen Tiannan erupted!

The thousand-year-old sandalwood armchair beneath him instantly turned into a pile of powder!

He stood up abruptly, eyes wide, staring fixedly at Chen Feng.

"What did you say?!"

"You lost the Chen family's Heaven-tier clan-protecting technique to someone else?!"

Chen Tiannan was trembling with rage.

That was the foundation of the Chen family!

It was a priceless treasure he had risked half his life to bring out from the Abyss Secret Realm!

"Not only that..."

Chen Feng shrank into a ball, his voice growing smaller and smaller.

"I also... also owe him 100 billion in cash..."

"Vice Principal Nie Changkong personally acted as guarantor, telling me to gather it within three days..."

In the hall, there was a deathly silence. Chen Tiannan felt his brain buzzing.

His vision began to darken.

He lost a Heaven-tier technique? And he lost 100 billion in cash?!

"You..."

Chen Tiannan pointed at Chen Feng, his finger trembling violently.

"What kind of monster did you go and provoke?!"

"Was it some top prodigy in their senior year? Or a monster from a Martial Emperor family?!"

Chen Feng lowered his head, not daring to meet his father's eyes.

"It's... it's a freshman..."

"His name is Su Yu..."

"He's from Jiangcheng... his Blood Qi value is... 1,000 points..."

Hum! In Chen Tiannan's mind, it felt as if ten thousand wild horses were galloping past.

What?? You lost your own family's technique? You also lost 100 billion? And you were defeated by a freshman?!

A freshman!

Does he even have 1,000 Blood Qi points?!

You, a sophomore Grandmaster with 3,000 Blood Qi, were insta-killed by a freshman with less than 1,000 Blood Qi?!

Where does that put our Chen family's face??!

"Trash!!!"

Chen Tiannan roared.

The anger of seeing his son fail to live up to expectations completely consumed his reason.

He took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Chen Feng.

Slap! An incredibly loud slap landed fiercely on Chen Feng's face!

A strike from a Martial King, even if restrained, was terrifyingly powerful.

Chen Feng flew sideways like a kite with a broken string!

He smashed heavily into a load-bearing pillar in the hall.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Half his face instantly swelled up like a pig's head.

Several teeth flew out.

"Dad..."

Chen Feng covered his face, lying on the ground, whimpering.

"I didn't want to..."

"He grasped Form-Manifesting Spear Intent!"

"I couldn't block it at all!"

Only now did Chen Feng realize that Su Yu's spear wasn't a martial technique at all, but Form-Manifesting Spear Intent!

It was because of Form-Manifesting Spear Intent that he was able to crush him with absolute superiority!

"What about the 100 billion? If I can't come up with it, Vice Principal Nie Changkong will definitely expel me!!"

When Chen Tiannan heard the words "Form-Manifesting Spear Intent," his pupils shrank suddenly.

Form-Manifesting Spear Intent at eighteen?

No wonder Vice Principal Nie Changkong personally intervened!

The higher-ups at Capital Martial Arts University were definitely nurturing such a monster as a future War God!

Chen Tiannan took several deep breaths, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

What else could he do?

Default on the debt?

Vice Principal Nie Changkong was a Martial Emperor!

He represented the will of the entire Capital Martial Arts University!

If they dared to default, the Chen family would be erased from the capital by tomorrow!

"What else can be done?!"

Chen Tiannan gritted his teeth, looking at his useless son on the ground.

His eyes were filled with disappointment and grievance.

"Defaulting on a loss—are you trying to make sure our Chen family can't survive in the capital?!"

He flicked his sleeves violently.

He turned and walked toward the manor's underground vault.

"I'm going to get the money!"

"Within three days, even if I have to sell everything we own, I must scrape together this 100 billion!"

Chen Tiannan turned his head to stare at Chen Feng, his tone chilling but filled with unquestionable decisiveness.

"Not only must we gather 100 billion, but I will also select two 3,000-year-old Blood Spirit Ginsengs from the storehouse to send over as well!"

Chen Feng covered his swollen face, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Dad... are you crazy? Those are the precious medicines you need to break through to the Martial Emperor realm! You're going to give them to him as a gift?!"

"What do you know!"

Chen Tiannan kicked Chen Feng to the ground and roared.

"Form-Manifesting Spear Intent at eighteen—he is destined to become a Martial Emperor in the future!"

"Such an existence, destined to stand at the peak of the Dragon Kingdom, is not someone a piece of trash like you can provoke!"

"Those two Blood Spirit Ginsengs are the 'offering' for our Chen family to take the initiative to befriend him!"

Chen Tiannan's heart was bleeding.

100 billion in cash would almost drain all of the Chen family's liquid assets, and he might even have to sell off several important properties.

But as long as he could use this opportunity to resolve this grudge, and perhaps even leave a good impression on this future invincible War God for the Chen family...

This money was worth spending!

"Once the money is gathered, you will come with me to Capital Martial Arts University to personally apologize and seek forgiveness!"

Chen Tiannan threw out the cold remark and turned to walk toward the manor's underground vault.

"If he doesn't accept it, I will break your legs on the spot!"