Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 31 White Crow
The referee hurriedly stopped Gao Wu, and while he was nervously examining Yang Lin's neck and cervical spine, he breathed a sigh of relief after finding no twisting or breakage.

Gao Wu stood quietly to the side, watching with some sympathy for the unconscious Yang Lin.

It wasn't that he wanted to use extreme force; it was mainly because advanced martial artists have strong and resilient bodies, making them difficult to defeat in ordinary ways.

If the referee hadn't been watching him so warily, he would have really wanted to go over and help Yang Lin up, and give him a good slap on the Azure Dragon Divine Qi Curse.

The two were rivals, not enemies. It would be good if he could lend a hand; it wasn't about seeking any merit...

Even though Yang Lin's arrogant demeanor was a bit annoying, it didn't warrant this. Seeing the referee's expression soften, Gao Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

If Yang Lin's cervical spine were to break, even if his family were wealthy, they would suffer greatly.

"You've already mastered the basics of the Dragon Palm technique. It's quite interesting."

Looking at the live stream on the tablet in front of him, Han Yang smiled and gave a compliment.

Yang Ru, standing beside him, gazed greedily at Han Yang's profile. He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and well-defined features. His long hair and bangs flowed freely, and his skin was as white as jade. His profile was particularly captivating with its distinct lines.

What's even more captivating is Han Yang's confident elegance, his refined and noble demeanor, which is truly mesmerizing. She casually remarked, "He's just a poor kid spraying pesticides, with no background. Not worth paying attention to."

As a direct descendant of one of the four great families, Yang Ru looked down on anyone outside of them.

Practicing martial arts is easy, but achieving something requires sufficient resources. Those at the bottom, like those in high-level martial arts, can only risk their lives for a fleeting moment of glory.

Without the necessary resources to maintain her health, she would be finished in less than two years. She felt there was no need to worry about it at all.

Han Yang glanced at Yang Ru and reminded her, "Look at Gao Wu's left hand."

"Ok?"

"After using such force to poke, the fingers should also bear the same force. However, Gao Wu's left hand is neither red nor swollen. Either his force is so subtle that he can neutralize the reaction force, or his body is strong enough to withstand it."

"Note that he was first kicked in the neck by Yang Lin. Yang Lin's foot hooked like a sickle, and the force of the inward slash was at least a thousand kilograms. An ordinary person's neck could be easily broken by that kick. Gao Wu actually withstood that kick. This shows that he is physically strong."

Han Yang said softly, "Among all living beings, there will always be some geniuses who emerge. Although we have the advantage of resources, we cannot underestimate others."

"Second Brother is right." Yang Ru's pretty face was full of obedience. Her family and Han Yang's family were old friends, so she called him Second Brother affectionately.

She thought for a moment and then said, "Second Brother is number one in Dongjiang points, far ahead of the competition. No matter how skilled this Gao Wu is, he poses no threat to Second Brother."

"This guy films workout videos every day; they're very positive, upbeat, and entertaining. I quite admire him," Han Yang smiled slightly. "Next week, on the day of the competition, we'll be playing against No. 9 Middle School, and we'll finally get to meet this young prodigy who has just become a high-level martial artist..."

Yang Ru smiled confidently: "I can handle him without your second brother's help!"

Han Yang laughed heartily and said, "Alright, then it'll be up to you..."

No. 1 Middle School was also competing, but their opponents were too weak, so Yang Ru and Han Yang didn't need to go on stage and could relax and chat backstage.

Zhang Hao, who was also watching the live video stream, was unusually irritable.

He stared at Gao Wu on the screen, his two rows of snow-white teeth grinding together, his intense jealousy making him want to bite Gao Wu to death on the screen.

That move, "Parting the Clouds to Reveal the Sun," was clearly a signature technique of the Swimming Dragon Palm. He had learned the moves, but not its essence. Gao Wu had only been a disciple for less than a month, yet he already used the Swimming Dragon Palm with such skill!

Tie Dalong is so biased! That old woman Tie Ying only knows how to take advantage of him, but doesn't give him any benefits. She deserves to die!
"You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die!"

The more Zhang Hao thought about it, the more he hated it. His blood boiled, making his eyes bloodshot, and he let out a wolf-like howl.

The woman who was tied up next to her was so frightened that she kept backing away. She tried to call for help, but her mouth was gagged and the "mmm" sounds she made were very faint.

The woman's actions caught Zhang Hao's attention. He turned his gaze to the woman, and a look of hostility appeared on his face.

Those guys said they could obtain the power of the demon god by using a human sacrifice. Since the woman is with him, why doesn't he give it a try?

Then look at the statue of a deity, about a foot long, placed on the altar. It has a bird's head, a human body, and snow-white wings on its back, with only two blood spots in its eyes.

The statue looks like a combination of a crow's head, wings, and a human body, and is said to be the White Crow King, one of the twelve supreme demon gods of the Pantheon.

The Pantheon, also known as the Cult of Ten Thousand Beasts or the Cult of Ten Thousand Demons, is said to be composed of demons and gods from another world, possessing incredible power.

The Alliance has explicitly legislated that the Pantheon is a demonic cult, and joining it is tantamount to betraying the Alliance and humanity. The Alliance will take the most severe measures to combat everything related to the Pantheon.

Everything related to the Pantheon is taboo within the Alliance.

Zhang Hao had only been with the company for a short time and didn't understand these things. He had simply been using too many drugs, and his body couldn't take it anymore; his path to advancement was now blocked.

Spurred on by the young Gao Wu, he made a tough decision and joined the Pantheon through a friend's introduction. He captured someone and performed a blood sacrifice on the spot before passing the test and becoming a believer.

Following the instructions above, Zhang Hao captured another person to prepare as a sacrifice, but he had been keeping him at home for almost two days and was already very impatient.

Seeing Gao Wu unleash the Dragon Palm technique only fueled his rage, causing him to completely lose his reason. At this moment, all he could think about was completing the blood sacrifice and gaining power from the Demon God…

The computer screen flickered with light and shadow; the second round of the arena had begun.

Han Song, the main player of No. 4 Middle School, made his appearance. This eighteen-year-old boy was already balding. He was burly, had rough skin, and looked mature, like an old man in his forties or fifties.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but snort. He could tell at a glance that the balding teenager had used too many drugs, which made his body look obviously aged.

He felt no sympathy for the other person; on the contrary, he was extremely contemptuous of him, thinking he was just another guy who relied on drugs to get by!

Shouts of encouragement rang out again from the stands of the Fourth Middle School Martial Arts Hall. Han Song's image wasn't good, and he wasn't nearly as popular as Yang Lin. But he was stronger, and seeing Yang Lin's defeat, the teachers and students of the Fourth Middle School placed high hopes on Han Song.

Compared to the earlier unified shouts from the women, this time the men's voices became the main force, and their shouts were more powerful and resonant.

Both sides clasped their hands in a salute, and Han Song, without saying a word, shouted loudly at Gao Wu.

Han Song looked mature and honest. At this moment, the muscles on his face were flexing, his blood and qi were surging, and his muscles were working hard. His latissimus dorsi muscles suddenly expanded, and his whole body swelled up at least three times larger, as if he had suddenly transformed from a big cat into a terrifying man-eating tiger.

His loud shout actually surpassed the unified cheers of thousands of spectators in terms of momentum.

Such power is like a tiger roaring in the mountains, causing all beasts to tremble in fear, its aura soaring to the heavens!
Standing opposite him, Gao Wu immediately felt immense pressure. It's no exaggeration to say that Han Song's outstretched latissimus dorsi muscles even blocked the lights above the ring, making Gao Wu's vision go black...

(End of this chapter)