High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Su Jie's words caused an uproar at the entrance of the Hall of Ten Thousand Things!

"What...what did he say? He wants to have a martial arts match with Zhao Ye? And he's betting all his personal wealth and points?"

"Are you crazy?! A fourth-level Body Tempering cultivator with high soul power doesn't mean they can fight! Zhao Ye is a ruthless person with nearly sixty-star combat power!"

"I think he's been blinded by the alchemist's praise and doesn't know his own limitations!"

Lin Jingyu was so anxious she stamped her feet: "Cousin! Are you foolish! Zhao Ye is ruthless; you'll get hurt!"

Zhao Ye was stunned for a moment, then burst into a deafening, maniacal laugh, tears welling in his eyes: "Hahaha! Good! Very good! Kid, you've got guts! I, Zhao Ye, have been at Qingyun Academy for a year, and this is the first time I've seen someone so eager to die!"

He grinned maliciously, fearing that Su Jie might change his mind, and immediately shouted, "Everyone heard that! He challenged me to a bet of all his points! Steward Wang, please be a witness!" He shouted into the Hall of Ten Thousand Affairs.

Deacon Wang, who had registered Su Jie earlier, also came out upon hearing the commotion. He frowned slightly as he looked at Su Jie and said, "Su Jie, are you sure? Although the martial arts arena prohibits injuries that result in death, fists and feet have no eyes, and injuries are inevitable. You can still back out now."

Su Jie remained calm and collected, even yawning: "Confirmed, hurry up, I want to exchange for some things after we finish."

This attitude, which completely disregarded Zhao Ye, thoroughly enraged him. "Sharp-tongued! We'll see how you talk back later! Let's go!"

The group surged toward the nearby martial arts arena. The news spread like wildfire, attracting a large number of onlookers, and even some of the top-ranked students on the yellow list became interested, wanting to see what made this newcomer with a level six soul power so arrogant.

The training platform was built of solid bluestone and protected by a simple array. Su Jie and Zhao Ye stood facing each other.

Zhao Ye cracked his knuckles and ankles, the bones popping and popping. His ninety-star Qi and blood circulated at full power, emanating a faint aura of pressure. His eyes were fierce, like a hungry wolf's. "Kid, kneel down and beg for mercy now, cut off your own arm, and hand over your points. You still have time!"

Su Jie picked at his ear and said lazily, "Enough with the nonsense. Hurry up, I'm in a rush."

"You're asking for death!" Zhao Ye roared, refusing to waste any more words, and suddenly darted out!

He unleashed the Yellow-Rank High-Grade Martial Skill, "Mad Wolf Fist," a fierce punch carrying a bloodthirsty madness, aimed straight at Su Jie's face! He used eighty percent of his strength in this punch, enough to severely injure an ordinary fourth-level Body Tempering cultivator!

The audience seemed to already see Su Jie being beaten until he coughed up blood and flew backward, and Lin Jingyu even closed her eyes in tension.

However, faced with this swift punch, Su Jie seemed to be stunned and stood motionless.

"Oh no! I'm terrified!"

"I knew it! Soul cultivation is useless in actual combat!"

Just as Zhao Ye's fist was about to touch Su Jie's nose, Su Jie moved.

He didn't dodge, didn't block, and didn't exchange punches.

He simply raised his right hand very casually and gently pressed it against Zhao Ye's head as he rushed towards him.

The movements were slow, even somewhat leisurely, as if the person simply wanted to pat the other's head.

But this seemingly slow and casual press seemed to contain immense power, causing the air to freeze!

"Buzz!"

Zhao Ye's ferocious momentum came to an abrupt halt! His punch, which contained the power of ninety stars and was powerful enough to split rocks, stopped abruptly just an inch away from Su Jie's nose, unable to advance any further!

He was like someone who had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall, still in the comical pose of throwing a punch, while Su Jie pressed his head down with one hand, freezing him in place!

"???"

Zhao Ye was stunned. He felt as if his head was being clamped in an iron clamp, and no matter how much he tried to circulate his qi and blood or how much he struggled, he couldn't budge it!

The hand pressing down on his head exerted an immense force he couldn't comprehend, disrupting the flow of his qi and blood, rendering him unable to move even a finger!

The audience fell into a deathly silence.

All the mocking words stuck in their throats, and all the gloating expressions froze on their faces.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if they had seen a ghost, at the bizarre scene on the stage.

A newcomer at the fourth level of Body Tempering used one hand to press down on the head of Zhao Ye, who was at the peak of the fifth level of Body Tempering and ranked ninety-eighth on the Yellow List, freezing him in place like a stop-motion animation!

What the hell is this?

Lin Jingyu opened her eyes and saw this scene. Her mouth opened into an "O" shape, big enough to fit an egg.

Su Jie pressed Zhao Ye's head down, even yawning out of boredom, and picked at his ear with his other hand, saying to the petrified crowd below the stage, "See? I told you you don't need to use your full strength when beating a dog."

"You...you let me go!" Zhao Ye was shocked and furious, utterly humiliated and indignant, feeling that he had never been so ashamed in his life! He wanted to roar, but found that even his voice was distorted by the force.

Su Jie lowered his head, looking at Zhao Ye, whose head was being held down in a comical position, and gave him a "kind" smile: "Senior Brother Zhao, do you still think I'm a good-for-nothing?"

"I...I..." Zhao Ye stammered, his face turning bright red.

"Looks like he's still not convinced." Su Jie nodded, pressing down slightly on Zhao Ye's head with his hand.

"Thump!"

Zhao Ye was completely unable to resist this force. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the hard, azure stone platform! The sound of his knees hitting the ground was dull and painful.

"Ah!" Zhao Ye cried out in pain, the humiliation and pain almost making him faint.

The crowd below gasped! Kneeling...kneeling? Zhao Ye, ranked ninety-eighth on the yellow list, was forced to kneel by a newcomer?

Su Jie released his grip as if he had done something insignificant, brushed off non-existent dust from his hands, and looked down at Zhao Ye, who was kneeling before him with a deathly pale face, and said indifferently:

"Transfer your points. Next time you see me, remember to take a detour."

"Also, let me give you a piece of advice—"

"Arrogance brings rain, arrogance brings disaster. Before you try to show off next time, consider whether you're tough enough."

Zhao Ye collapsed to his knees, looking into Su Jie's calm and unwavering eyes. A chill ran through him, instantly overwhelming all his anger and humiliation.

He had no doubt that if he dared to be stubborn again, the other party would really cripple him! Trembling, he took out his identity token and transferred all the points inside to Su Jie.

Su Jie looked at the score on his token, which had increased to 2,300, and nodded in satisfaction. Then, without even glancing at Zhao Ye again, he turned around and slowly walked off the martial arts stage.

Wherever he went, the crowd automatically parted to make way, and everyone's eyes were filled with awe, shock, and disbelief.

Lin Jingyu looked at Su Jie approaching her, her gaze complex, as if she were seeing this person for the first time. She murmured, "Cousin...cousin...what martial arts technique did you just use?"

Su Jie tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "Oh, that move, I call it—'The Caring Head Pat of a Spirited Young Man'."

Lin Jingyu: "..."

Everyone: "..."