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All eyes turned to the source of the sound.

Su Hao slowly walked out from the crowd, step by step onto the arena, and stood in front of Kawashima Ryuka.

His expression was calm, revealing no emotion, but deep within his eyes, something chilling was stirring.

Kawashima Ryūfū narrowed his eyes, sizing up the uninvited guest: "Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important," Su Hao said calmly.

"The important thing is that what you just said really upset me."

"Displeased?" Kawashima Ryūfū sneered.

"What can you do if you're unhappy? You want to stand up for them? You think you can?"

Su Hao didn't answer his question, but suddenly moved.

No one saw how he moved.

In a flash, Su Hao appeared in front of Kawashima Ryūfū, one hand gripping his neck like an iron clamp.

Kawashima Ryūfū's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to resist, but found that his body was completely out of his control. His internal energy seemed to be suppressed by an even stronger force, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Su Hao calmly looked at Kawashima Ryūfū's face, which was flushed from lack of oxygen, with one hand. His voice was neither loud nor soft, but it carried a chilling coldness: "You can beat them, because that's your skill, but you shouldn't have uttered those words that insulted China. You are not worthy to say those four words."

Kawashima Ryūfū tried desperately to pry Su Hao's fingers apart, but it felt like he was trying to pry them off steel bars; they wouldn't budge.

A flicker of fear finally appeared in his eyes: "You...you dare kill me? I am...a member of the Kawashima family..."

Su Hao looked at him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Then, apply slight pressure to your hand.

"Click."

A crisp sound of bones breaking pierced the deathly silence of the martial arts hall.

Kawashima Ryuk's body convulsed suddenly, then slumped down, his head hanging at an eerie angle, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe he was dying.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

After a good ten seconds, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

"Murder...murder!"

"He killed Kawashima!"

The karate club members turned pale with fright and retreated hastily, fearing that they would be Su Hao's next target.

Song Xiaoxiao's face also turned pale.

She rushed onto the stage and grabbed Su Hao's arm: "Su Hao! You...you killed him?! This is a disaster! We have to go find Grandpa! Let him figure something out!"

Su Hao remained calm, releasing his grip and letting Kawashima Ryūfū's body fall limply to the ground.

"Don't worry, there are private rules for fighting among ancient martial artists. If two people who are at the same level of ancient martial arts fight each other and die or are injured, there is no need for the secular government to hold them accountable."

Song Xiaoxiao was stunned: "Ancient martial arts practitioners? What ancient martial arts practitioners?"

Duan Shandie clutched her chest and struggled to her feet. She said to Song Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, 'Ancient martial arts practitioners' is a term used in China. It means superhumans with internal energy. World organizations call them superhumans."

"The battles between superhumans are beyond the jurisdiction of secular oversight bodies, so you don't need to worry too much."

Although Song Xiaoxiao was still a little uneasy, she felt somewhat relieved after hearing Duan Shandie say the same thing.

She helped Duan Shandie off the stage and asked with concern, "Shandie, how are your injuries?"

Duan Shandie waved her hand and forced a smile, saying, "It's nothing, just a kick. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Su Hao walked over, glanced at her, and shook his head: "Your internal organs have been severely damaged. Although it may not seem like a big problem on the surface, if you don't take care of it soon, your organs will definitely fail within a year. At that time, even a god can't save you."

Duan Shandie was taken aback, clearly not believing it: "Is it that serious?"

Su Hao didn't explain much. He took out his notebook and pen from his pocket, quickly wrote down a prescription, and handed it to her: "Get the medicine according to this prescription. Decocted and taken twice a day, morning and evening, for seven consecutive days. Remember, use a low flame when decocting the medicine, do not cover it, and turn off the heat when the soup is reduced to one-third. Drink it while it's hot. Avoid spicy, greasy, raw, and cold foods while taking the medicine."

Duan Shandie took the prescription and glanced at the herbs and dosages. Although she didn't quite understand it, Su Hao's confident tone and professional explanation convinced her to some extent.

"Thank you." Duan Shandie carefully put away the prescription and then extended her hand.

"My name is Duan Shandie, president of the martial arts club at Jinling University. I've heard Xiaoxiao mention you before, saying you're her cousin's... uh... boyfriend?"

Su Hao took her hand and smiled, "I guess so."

"Anyway, thank you for standing up for me today." Duan Shandie grinned, revealing a small tiger tooth.

"I've decided to be your friend."

As the two shook hands, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the martial arts hall.

A member of the martial arts club rushed in, looking flustered: "President! Something terrible has happened! The Inspectorate is here!"

Duan Shandie's expression changed slightly. She turned to Su Hao and Song Xiaodao and said, "The people from the Supervision Department arrived faster than I expected. You two go first. I'll handle things here."

Su Hao nodded.

Before leaving, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over the group of karate club members, and warned, "If I ever hear the words 'sick man of China' again, whoever said them, I will make them pay the price. Remember that?"

The members of the karate club shuddered and nodded in agreement.

Su Hao withdrew his gaze and quickly left the martial arts hall through the back door with Song Xiaoxiao.

The two drove out of Jinling University.

Throughout the journey, Song Xiaoxiao remained silent, seemingly processing what had just happened.

After a long while, she finally asked, "Su Hao, what exactly is this ancient martial arts practitioner you mentioned?"

Su Hao gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, and slowly began to speak: "In this world, there exist many power systems unknown to ordinary people. Ancient Chinese martial arts, Japanese Yin-Yang techniques and ninjutsu, Western martial arts and magic, Southeast Asian black magic... These are all real supernatural powers. It's just that they have always been hidden in corners unseen by ordinary people."

"An ancient martial artist is someone who practices ancient Chinese martial arts and has mastered internal energy. Someone like me is an ancient martial artist. As for that Kawashima Ryuka, he practices some kind of internal energy cultivation method from the East, so he can also be considered a mid-level martial artist."

Song Xiaoxiao was stunned, and it took her a long time to come to her senses: "Then...then you killed him just now, are you sure you won't get into trouble?"

"There might be some minor troubles, but nothing too serious," Su Hao said calmly.

"However, the Kawashima family will definitely not let this go. Kawashima Ryūfū was a member of the Kawashima family, and since he died at my hands, the Kawashima family will definitely send people to retaliate. At that time, it may implicate you and Qiuchan."

Song Xiaoxiao's face paled even more, but her tone remained firm: "With you here, I'm not afraid."

Su Hao glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips: "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one can touch a hair on your head."

Song Xiaoxiao's pretty face flushed slightly, her heart filled with warmth.

"Where to next?"

"I reckon my cousin will be working overtime again tonight. I'll go back to the Li family home first, tell my grandfather about this, and then go pick up my cousin."

"OK!"

Su Hao nodded and drove to the Li family's house.

As soon as the two entered the courtyard, they saw Li Zhongguo leisurely drinking tea while watching a play.

"Grandpa!" Su Hao greeted him.

Li Zhongguo nodded with a smile: "Oh, what brings you here today?"

Song Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

Su Hao, on the other hand, was quite composed and sat down opposite Li Zhongguo.

He picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then uttered the most awesome words in the calmest tone.

"Grandpa, I killed someone at Jinling University today."