67: Chapter 67 Withdrawal, Top-Up

"Principal, it is the absolute truth."

"His name is Su Yu, and he comes from Jiangcheng."

"He just reported to Capital Martial Arts University yesterday, and today at Weiming Lake, he defeated Chen Feng from the sophomore year in a single move."

Hearing the name Chen Feng.

The one-eyed elder's eye twitched violently.

Chen Feng!

He had too deep an impression of him!

During last year's National Freshman Exchange Tournament, this Chen Feng made a brilliant showing relying on a bizarre and unpredictable Heaven Rank Mental Energy martial art.

Fighting his way through all obstacles, he forcefully seized the stellar achievement of second place!

Even several top geniuses on the Demon Martial University side suffered a huge loss at his hands.

But now.

This peerless Prodigy who had cultivated a full year longer than Su Yu.

Was actually one-shotted in a single move?!

Without even any room to fight back!

"Form-Manifesting Spear Intent..."

The one-eyed elder slapped his palm heavily onto the hard alloy desk.

Bang!

A deep handprint instantly appeared on the desktop.

"This is fucking Form-Manifesting Spear Intent!"

"Where on earth did that old bastard Vice Principal Nie Changkong dig up such a monster?!"

Eighteen-year-old Form-Manifesting Spear Intent.

He, as the principal, knew all too well what this meant.

As long as he did not suffer an untimely death halfway, he would definitely be an invincible God of War who suppresses an era in the future!

"The exchange tournament, is there still hope?"

The one-eyed elder fell silent.

Originally, Demon Martial University had produced a once-in-a-century Innate Evil Body this year, and he had thought he could rub Capital Martial Arts University fiercely on the ground during the exchange tournament.

And completely win back the Face lost last year.

But now, Su Yu's sudden emergence was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing heavily right atop Demon Martial University's head!

"Go."

The one-eyed elder took a deep breath.

"Call Shen Wudao over to me!"

After a moment.

The office door was pushed open.

A bone-chillingly cold Evil Qi instantly swept across the entire room.

Even the temperature of the air plummeted by more than a dozen degrees.

A youth wearing a black trench coat, with a pale Face exuding an eerie aura, slowly walked in.

Faint dark-red bloody light flickered within his eyes.

Shen Wudao.

Demon Martial University's special-grade freshman this year, the Innate Evil Body!

"Principal, you looked for me?"

Shen Wudao's voice was very cold, without the slightest reverence as a freshman.

The one-eyed elder did not mind his attitude.

He directly pointed at the holographic projection on the desk.

"Take a look at this."

Shen Wudao stepped forward, his gaze landing on the projected screen.

In the image, Su Yu conjured a dark-red Shape-Shifting long spear out of thin air, piercing through Chen Feng's Mental Energy defense with a single spear thrust.

As easily as a hot knife through butter.

After finishing watching.

On Shen Wudao's Face, there was not any expression of shock.

Instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a deeply contemptuous sneer.

"Form-Manifesting Spear Intent?"

"Somewhat interesting."

"However, that is all it is."

The one-eyed elder frowned.

"You must not underestimate the enemy!"

"That is the Martial Will at the Shape-Shifting Realm! Even many Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters cannot touch the threshold!"

"Chen Feng's three thousand points of Qi could not even withstand a single move before him!"

Shen Wudao turned around.

His pale Face exuded absolute arrogance.

"Principal."

"No big problem."

Shen Wudao slowly raised his right hand.

Hum—!

A substantial black Evil Qi instantly condensed in his palm, transforming into a distorted skull head.

"My Innate Evil Body is about to be fully activated!"

"At most another half a month."

"By the time of the freshman exchange tournament, my combat power will definitely be no weaker than a Grandmaster!"

Grandmaster!

As soon as these two words came out.

The air in the office seemed to freeze for a moment.

A Grandmaster has a Qi value of over ten thousand!

You must know.

Throughout past freshman exchange tournaments, those freshmen whose Qi values could reach one thousand points were countable on one's fingers in history!

Every single batch being able to produce a freshman at the Martial Master Realm was enough to cause a nationwide sensation.

And Shen Wudao.

Was actually going to skyrocket his combat power before the exchange tournament to rival a Grandmaster with ten thousand points of Qi?!

"Over ten thousand points of Qi value."

Shen Wudao crushed the black Evil Qi skull in his hand with a single grip.

A cruel light flickered in his eyes.

"Even if that brat has Form-Manifesting Spear Intent, so what?"

"Before absolute power, all flashy techniques are paper tigers!"

"Ten thousand Qi, plus my Evil Body and Demon Martial University's top-tier Cultivation Technique."

"I am enough to achieve all-around suppression!"

Hearing Shen Wudao's arrogant yet incomparably confident words.

The worry in the one-eyed elder's eyes finally dissipated little by little.

Replaced by a trace of ruthlessness.

"Very good!"

The one-eyed elder nodded heavily.

"Go back and Cultivate properly, the school's resource repository is fully open to you!"

"Whatever you want, you shall have!"

"I only have one request."

A fierce light burst forth from the one-eyed elder's single eye.

"At the exchange tournament."

"In front of the nationwide media!"

"Personally snap that brat's Spear Intent for me!"

"Cut off his invincible potential!"

Shen Wudao sneered.

"As you wish."

...

Meanwhile.

Kyoto, city center.

Great Xia Kingdom First United Bank, top VIP reception room.

Su Yu sat on the genuine leather sofa, drinking tea with a calm expression.

Before long.

A lobby manager walked in sweating profusely, holding a black crystal card in his hand.

"Mr. Su, sorry to keep you waiting."

The manager's tone exuded boundless respect, even carrying a trace of awe.

He glanced at the dark-gold badge on Su Yu's chest representing Capital Martial Arts University's 'Special-Grade Freshman'.

"The one hundred forty million dragon coins in your card have all been properly prepared for you."

Su Yu nodded.

He had withdrawn all the cash inside the card.

He urgently needed to increase his strength right now, and this money was just right to be used as pay-to-win consumption before the arrival of the one hundred billion.

"Where are the items?" Su Yu asked.

The manager hurriedly beckoned.

Several burly bank security personnel pushed three heavy carts in with difficulty.

On the carts, more than a dozen huge black alloy safes were neatly stacked.

"They are all here, bearer large-amount cash."

To avoid large transfers attracting the attention of Capital Martial Arts University's higher-ups or the Lin family and exposing the existence of the System.

Withdrawing cash was the safest method.

Su Yu stood up.

He walked over to the carts.

The weight of over a thousand catties was simply as light as a feather to his Martial Master Physical Body with one thousand points of Qi.

He lifted several boxes with one hand, as effortlessly as carrying a few empty lunchboxes.

Under the ghost-seeing gazes of the manager and security personnel.

Su Yu moved all dozen-plus huge safes onto a rented heavy-duty off-road vehicle.

Stepping on the gas pedal, he drove away grandly.

He also had the space ring given by Director Liu Ruyan, but it was only a few cubic meters, which was simply not enough.

Half an hour later.

Near Capital Martial Arts University, an ultra-luxury flat-floor apartment.

Bang!

The heavy door of the apartment was closed shut.

Su Yu piled all dozen-plus alloy safes in the center of the spacious living room.

Click.

Click.

The safes were opened one by one.

Stacks upon stacks of brand-new dragon coins exuding the faint fragrance of ink piled up the entire carpet like a small mountain.

A fiery red expanse.

Possessing extreme visual impact.

Su Yu sat cross-legged in the center of the pile of banknotes.

A trace of ardent passion flashed within his deep eyes.