Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

The alloy ring reflected a cold metallic luster.

The eyes of the entire audience of 100,000 people were focused, as if on a physical object, on that enormous square formation, which was fifty meters long and fifty meters wide.

The first match.

A commoner with two perfect scores, a top scorer, versus a prodigy from a prestigious family.

This is not just a competition for rankings, but also a microcosm of class conflict.

Su Yu stood in front of the steps, preparing to step onto the arena.

Suddenly, the hem of her clothes was grabbed tightly by a force.

He stopped and turned his head.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood behind him.

That pure and beautiful face no longer bore any trace of its usual spoiled and willful young lady demeanor.

The only thing that couldn't be hidden was the tension.

Even the fingers that were gripping Su Yu's clothes were turning slightly white.

"Su Yu".

Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her voice.

The surroundings were extremely noisy, but her voice clearly reached Su Yu's ears.

It carried a hint of unyielding stubbornness.

"careful."

"Zhao Ze will definitely go all out."

Lin Xiaoxiao stared intently into Su Yu's deep eyes.

"If you feel you can't handle it, don't force yourself."

"Immediately shout that you surrender!"

"I know you have a strong sense of pride, and I also know how much you've sacrificed to get to where you are today."

"But you only have one life!"

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip.

"Although Grandmaster Lei Potian is personally overseeing things on the high platform, as the referee, he will step in to save people at crucial moments."

"But in a real combat arena, things can change in an instant."

"The explosive power of Xuan-rank martial arts is extremely terrifying. Sometimes even a Grandmaster may not be able to stop all fatal damage with a fraction of a second."

"In the past years, there have been many talented individuals who died in the martial arts college entrance examination matches!"

I'll say all of this in one go.

Lin Xiaoxiao took a deep breath.

She loosened Su Yu's sleeve and looked at him with utmost seriousness.

"I'll still reserve that special admission spot for you."

"As long as you walk off the ring alive."

That spot is still yours.

"I'll still take you to the top martial arts university in Kyoto, the capital of Great Xia!"

Every word and phrase.

It was all heartfelt concern and a complete backup plan.

For a girl who values ​​gratitude so much and comes from a family that prioritizes profit, to speak to this extent already violates all the principles of her family's conduct.

Su Yu looked at the stubborn girl in front of him.

He didn't laugh.

He didn't say any arrogant or boastful things.

He simply and calmly pulled his hands out of his pockets.

He turned around and gently patted Lin Xiaoxiao's shoulder.

"rest assured."

Only two words.

There were no further explanations, nor any grand promises.

But it's those two words.

This was in contrast to Su Yu's deep, unfathomable eyes, which remained completely still.

Yet it seemed to possess an incredible magic.

It instantly soothed all of Lin Xiaoxiao's anxiety and panic.

Su Yu withdrew his hand.

Turn around.

Step by step, he walked onto the arena, step by step, using the hard alloy steps.

Lin Xiaoxiao stood there, looking at that slender yet upright figure.

He clenched his fist tightly.

"We absolutely have to win."

……

On the arena.

Su Yu and Zhao Ze stood on opposite sides of the arena.

They are 20 meters apart.

Zhao Ze was wearing a pure white custom-made martial arts uniform with a gold-threaded badge that read "Zhao Family Martial Arts School" embroidered on his chest.

He moved his wrists and neck, and his bones made a series of teeth-grinding "crackling" sounds.

In his eyes.

It is full of undisguised cruelty and bloodlust.

In contrast, Su Yu...

He was still wearing that old, faded short-sleeved shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants.

Let your arms hang naturally.

They did not adopt any defensive or offensive stance.

It's like an ordinary high school student taking a casual stroll in the park after dinner.

It is full of flaws.

On the high platform.

VIP spectator seats.

Lei Potian, the Grandmaster and President of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association.

He sat in the main seat with an air of authority.

He didn't look at the two people on the ring, but instead looked down at an electronic file in his hand.

That was biographical information about Su Yu that had just been automatically retrieved by the system.

Three days ago, the blood and qi value was 0.8.

"Three days later, the blood and qi value was 10.4."

Lei Potian stared at the two sets of extremely glaring data.

His rugged brows furrowed slightly.

As a Grandmaster with a Qi and Blood value exceeding 100,000, he has witnessed far too many geniuses and prodigies in the Great Xia Kingdom.

He also knew that countless incredible opportunities existed in this world.

A high-level spiritual herb, a rare beast's inner core, or even a genetic mutation.

All of these could potentially transform a person overnight.

Su Yun's blood and qi surged more than tenfold in these three days, which must have been due to some extraordinary opportunity.

This is a good thing.

The Great Xia Kingdom needs lucky geniuses.

but.

Lei Potian put down the electronic tablet in his hand and turned his gaze to Su Yu on the arena.

A hint of regret lingered in his eyes.

"What a pity."

"In the end, he's just a lucky nouveau riche."

Lei Potian made an extremely professional judgment in his mind.

Martial arts are never simply a matter of adding up numbers.

Qi and blood levels are merely the source of power.

To unleash this power perfectly requires the resilience of the meridians and the refinement of martial arts skills!

A body that originally had only 0.8 Qi and Blood values.

The meridians must be extremely fragile and narrow.

Over three days, a massive amount of Qi and blood, equivalent to 10.4, was forcibly injected.

It's like forcibly stuffing a rushing river into an old, worn-out plastic pipe.

If you are not careful, your meridians will be severed and you will go into a state of demonic possession!

"His vital energy is extremely weak."

Lei Potian's gaze was incredibly sharp.

"Moreover, in three days, he simply didn't have the extra energy to hone his martial arts skills."

"He has a brute strength of 10.4, but he dares not use it at full power, otherwise his meridians will collapse first."

"In this state, I might be able to overpower ordinary martial arts students with sheer strength."

"But against that kid from the Zhao family who expanded his meridians with centuries-old medicinal baths since childhood and is proficient in Xuan-rank martial arts..."

Lei Potian shook his head.

"There is no chance of winning."

"Defeat is certain within ten moves."

As a grandmaster, he had seen through the true nature of this seemingly evenly matched contest.

This is the cruelest barrier between a family's heritage and a commoner's nouveau riche.

but.

Lei Potian leaned forward slightly, his body's 100,000 units of qi and blood in a standby state ready to erupt at any moment.

"In the end, he's a promising student; he even got a perfect score in the humanities."

"I need to intervene quickly when that Zhao kid goes all out."

"Don't let this kid really die in the ring."

……

at the same time.

On the other side of the stands.

Inside the VIP box where the powerful and wealthy of Jiangcheng gathered.

Zhao Ze's father is Zhao Tianxiong, the current head of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.

He was sitting upright on the leather sofa.

He was holding an expensive first-tier beast blood tea.

Steam rose in the air.

Zhao Tianxiong looked at his son, who was full of vigor on the stage, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Old Liu."

Zhao Tianxiong blew away the foam on the surface of the tea and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"How many moves do you think Ze'er will need to take down that civilian named Su Yu?"

Standing next to the sofa was the butler with the mustache.

Hearing the boss ask a question.

The butler quickly bowed slightly, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Master, you're making the young master feel too bad."

"That guy named Su Yu just got lucky. I don't know what wild fruit he ate, but his qi and blood are so weak that he looks like a rotten balloon."

"Young Master grew up soaking in the medicinal baths you bought at high prices, so his meridians are incredibly strong."

"What's more, young master is also well-versed in our Zhao family's trump card, the Rock-Shattering Palm!"

The butler patted his chest confidently.

"In my opinion, at most three moves."