382: Chapter 382 Jiang You's True Strength!

"W-what is this monster?!"

Zhao Zhenlei, who had been standing on the sidelines watching the show, felt the schadenfreude on his face instantly freeze.

His Fifth-Order Early Stage cultivation, which he took such pride in, was like a lone boat in a raging storm before this turbulent wave of blood energy!

He desperately activated [Absolute Mass] to resist, but his Legs still uncontrollably went weak, his back teeth gnashed with a rattling sound, and his knees bent down bit by bit.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!"

The usually composed and handsome face of Chu Tiankuo was completely twisted. He gripped his blunt heavy sword and drove it into the ground for support, the blade bending at a terrifying angle under this pressure.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared frantically in his heart: "He didn't use any Supernatural Ability! Just by releasing his physical blood energy, he can suppress me, a Peak Fourth-Order, to the point where I can't even lift my sword?!"

"What kind of monster is he?!"

Qin Zhuo's hair was drenched in cold sweat. She had originally intended to summon the Divine Phoenix Undying Fire to protect herself, but was horrified to discover that her internal spiritual energy, under the suppression of this domineering blood energy, was like a mouse seeing a cat—cowering tightly in her dantian, completely unresponsive!

"Thump!"

Finally, even Helan Que could not hold on.

The Lone Wolf of the Desert fell to one knee, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

He looked up in sheer terror at Jiang You, who stood on the stage like a demon god, his Dao heart shattering into dust at that moment.

It wasn't just the prodigies off the stage.

On the high platform, Principal Pang Ban was holding a pointer he intended to use to discipline people, but it clattered to the ground.

The old man's jaw hit his chest, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Is... is this my student who sleeps twenty hours a day?!"

"This concentration of blood energy... I couldn't produce it even if I took a ton of heart medication!"

Beside him, President Xia Yun, who was still holding the pure gold trophy, had an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

As a Tier 6 Grandmaster, his instincts caused his hair to stand on end the moment the blood energy erupted, and he subconsciously assumed his most rigorous defensive stance.

President Xia Yun gasped, staring fixedly at Jiang You's back.

"Such pure physical strength... what on earth is he hiding?"

The entire venue was silent.

In the square filled with thousands of people, only the dark red gale of blood energy howled.

At this moment, these top talents from the best universities in Great Xia were either kneeling on the ground or bent over, struggling to hold on; not a single person could stand straight and look directly at the high platform.

"Jiang You" had his hands in the pockets of his black-and-gold team uniform.

He looked expressionlessly at the group of "prodigies" below, who were suppressed like ants, without a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Weren't you all shouting quite loudly just a moment ago?"

He tilted his head slightly, his icy, tangible gaze sweeping across the entire venue, his voice filled with extreme contempt:

"Now, who else wants this championship trophy?"

"Stand up and take it."

The dark red gale of blood energy that had seemed to crush the void arrived without warning and receded just as decisively as a tide.

Seeing that not a single person in the dense crowd below dared to breathe loudly, "Jiang You" curled his lips into a bored sneer.

He put his hands back into the pockets of his black-and-gold team uniform, and the terrifying, tangible pressure around him instantly withdrew into his body, leaving no trace.

"Click."

He took half a step back and quietly returned to the center of the Magic City Martial Arts University team.

As that overwhelming pressure vanished, the only sound left in the National Martial Arts Competition Center square was the flapping of flags in the wind.

Dead silence. A deathly stillness. Not a single sound could be heard in the entire venue.

"Hoo... hoo..."

After a full half-minute, heavy, ragged breathing, like a broken bellows, began to echo from below the stage.

Those defeated prodigies who had just been clamoring for "refunds" and calling him a "coward" were now each supporting themselves with their hands on the ground, their Legs shaking uncontrollably like overcooked noodles as they struggled to climb up from the ground.

No one dared to shout another word.

As everyone looked up again at the black-and-gold figure on the high platform with his hands in his pockets, the mockery and jealousy in their eyes had completely and utterly turned into terror and fear!

Holy crap!

Is this some kind of hallucination?! Was that really the blood energy that a college freshman under twenty years old could unleash?

Many wiped the cold sweat cascading down their foreheads like a waterfall, their back teeth uncontrollably chattering, making a faint "clattering" sound.

Is this even human?!

Just by purely releasing his physical blood energy, without even using a Supernatural Ability, he forced hundreds of Great Xia's top talents to their knees on the spot!

With such power, even an adult Fifth-Order Demon King would probably be slapped into a pulp by him!

"I can't take it anymore..."

A captain from a second-rate academy clutched his still-weak knees, wailing in his heart with tears in his eyes: "So this guy sleeping in a cave for the first two rounds and pretending to be drunk on liquor at the start wasn't avoiding battle or retreating at all!"

"He didn't make a move simply because he was too strong, afraid that he'd slap us all to death, and he didn't want to bully us!"

"If you were this fierce, you should have said so earlier!"

The teammate beside him was also pale as a sheet, his voice filled with deep frustration: "If you had shown this Tyrannosaurus-like blood energy earlier, who the hell would dare to disobey you?! We would have even delivered the championship trophy right to your dorm room!"

At the very front of the crowd, the peerless prodigy of Imperial Capital University, Qin Zhuo, was in a sorry state.

She supported herself with one hand on her knee, barely managing to stand straight. Her long hair, which had been meticulously groomed, was now soaked with cold sweat and stuck stickily to her cheeks.

Qin Zhuo even forgot to fix her hair. Her beautiful eyes had completely lost focus, and she stared blankly up at the man on the high platform, who looked like a final boss. A sense of trance washed over her.

In Qin Zhuo's mind, she couldn't help but replay the scene from a few days ago when she first heard Jiang You's name.

At that time, Jiang You had just arrived in the Imperial Capital and made a wild declaration in public: "Everyone here is trash."

Even when faced with questioning, he had stared with dead fish eyes and said in front of the media that he "didn't know anyone named Qin Zhuo."

At the time, Qin Zhuo was so angry she almost tore the training room apart, her mind filled only with how to burn this arrogant, ignorant madman to ashes on the arena floor.

But now, feeling that terrifying blood energy from just a moment ago—which could forcibly suppress even her Divine Phoenix Undying Fire...

Qin Zhuo's delicate body trembled violently, and her Dao heart shattered into glass shards at that moment.

"So..."

Qin Zhuo pulled the corners of her mouth bitterly, her eyes slightly red: "So this guy wasn't being arrogant at all."

"He was simply stating a fact."

In the eyes of a monster of that level, weren't they, this group of so-called peerless prodigies, just a bunch of fragile trash?

It was only natural that he didn't know her, Qin Zhuo; would an elephant care which ant it stepped on under its foot?