High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

Just when everyone's attention was drawn to Wu Hongdao.

Suddenly.

Shao Jie deftly pierced his own throat with the spear.

The force of the spear tip had not completely dissipated, causing wisps of blood mist to emerge from the back of his neck.

It was blown away by the wind and gradually dissipated.

Immediately, a large amount of fresh blood gushed out of Shao Jie's throat, almost like a high-pressure water pipe.

moment.

The stadium, which can hold tens of thousands of people, fell into a deathly silence.

No one expected that Shao Jie would suddenly stab himself in the throat.

Everyone looked shocked and bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances.

In the end, they all quietly landed back on the central stands.

At this moment, even Wu Hongdao's eyes flashed with astonishment.

Even as blood continued to gush from Shao Jie's throat, he still wore a sinister grin.

Without a doubt, this was Shao Jie's last move.

It was also a ruthless move to completely turn Zhenhai City upside down.

He used his own death to completely extinguish his father Shao Wenlong's reason.

He wanted Shao Wenlong to kill Ye Chu at all costs.

Turn Parkson Group, the largest conglomerate in Zhenhai City, into a raging machine operating at full capacity.

This is undoubtedly a dead end.

But it is also the dead end that countless fathers choose.

Because they had no other choice.

Wu Hongdao subconsciously looked at Shao Wenlong sitting next to him.

At this moment, Shao Wenlong seemed to be in a daze, his eyes fixed on the arena.

It seemed as if many people aged in that instant.

Shao Wenlong stood up shakily, and then roared almost hysterically.

"Help!"

"Please save my son!"

"Hurry up!"

"ah!!!"

At this moment, the medical team has already rushed onto the stage.

He passed by Ye Chu and rushed towards Shao Jie, who was surrounded by a large group of people.

A large number of medical bandages were then applied in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

But when the doctors saw the gun tip piercing their throats, they couldn't help but gasp.

What a resolute decision that was!

Shao Jie, he...

I really want to die!

Even though these doctors were all highly skilled, cold sweat was seeping from their foreheads at this moment.

"Don't touch the spear, or the bleeding will become unstoppable!"

"Medical martial artists, quickly infuse your Qi and blood!"

"Even if you have internal energy, don't stop; focus on stopping the bleeding first!"

"Professor! Professor! His trachea has been completely severed! What do we do?"

The doctors all spoke at once, each trying their own methods to save the young man.

"Initiate emergency surgery!"

"Open the chest first to work on the trachea!"

Ye Chu stood calmly in place, staring at the grinning Shao Jie.

At this moment, Shao Jie was also staring at Ye Chu.

In an instant, it was as if all the noise around them disappeared, leaving only Ye Chu and Shao Jie gazing at each other silently.

Like two chess players, constantly clashing.

Shao Jie suffered a crushing defeat, but he refused to admit defeat.

He even went so far as to sacrifice his own life, transforming himself into a pawn and falling onto the chessboard.

Finally, he delivered another divine blow to Ye Chu.

It even had a hint of triumphing over fate.

It was as if Shao Jie was saying, "Even if I die, I'll take you with me."

From this moment on, your mortal enemy is no longer me, Shao Jie.

Rather, it is Shao Wenlong, who is behind me, Shao Jie, and the largest and most powerful Parkson Group in Zhenhai City.

It is a large group of martial artists with several third-level martial arts practitioners and even fourth-level martial arts masters in charge.

Ye Chu took a deep breath.

"Shao Jie, I underestimated you."

"However, as I said before..."

"I'll take your life."

"I will accept all the complicated things that happened afterward."

Ye Chu swung his White Dragon Spear and turned to leave.

All that remained in Shao Jie's bloodshot eyes was a silhouette.

That figure was remarkably similar to the one I once saw at the Parkson Group.

At this moment, Shao Jie, who was almost unconscious due to excessive blood loss, was somewhat unable to distinguish reality.

Shao Jie's eyes silently began to lose their luster, as if he had completely lost his energy and spirit.

He could almost feel death drawing ever closer.

Finally, Shao Jie spoke slowly, almost inaudibly.

"I won again."

"Ye Chu..."

……

Ye Chu gently shook his hand.

Mu Tongyan then returned to human form, lowered her head, and silently followed Ye Chu.

She cautiously began to steal glances at Ye Chu's expression.

But Ye Chu's expression didn't change much at this moment.

There was neither joy nor sorrow.

It seemed like just an ordinary day.

"Threatening me to commit suicide..."

Ye Chu silently recited to himself.

The way of martial arts emphasizes a mind free of distractions and a clear and unobstructed thought process.

The pursuit of a martial artist is nothing more than to reach a higher level.

Now that we have a better path to take, should we just give it up because of someone else's power or wealth?

If you can't even do what you want to do, then what's the point of practicing martial arts?

Those who practice martial arts can lose, can die, but they must never admit defeat.

Once someone admits defeat, their bones are broken.

Once a bone is broken, there is no possibility of further progress in martial arts.

Past insults and cowardice will become endless obstacles on your path of martial arts training.

It's as if a demon is at work.

Every time I make a move, my own cowardly side comes to mind.

Therefore, even if the person in front of him is a fifth-level martial arts grandmaster, or even a legendary sixth-level martial arts master.

Die is acceptable, but cowardice is not!

If I don't throw this punch, I'll never be able to throw it again in my life.

Let's wait and see.

Ye Chu silently breathed a sigh of relief, then quietly squeezed Mu Tongyan's small hand.

What do you want to eat today?

Ye Chu said with a smile.

"You were great today! You can eat whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Mu Tongyan tilted her head slightly.

He then wrote it down in his notebook.

"I want to go home and make my own cola chicken wings!!!"

"Are we going to have to eat those poor chicken wings again?"

Ye Chu looked as if she had lost her parents.

"Please, this is so sweet! I feel like I need to inject insulin!"

Mu Tongyan chuckled.

He held up his little notebook.

"Then I won't make cola chicken wings. I'll make whatever Master wants to eat."

Seeing Mu Tongyan's obedient appearance, Ye Chu couldn't help but smile.

He gently reached out and touched Mu Tongyan's little head.

"Then let's have cola chicken wings."

Upon hearing this, Mu Tongyan's bright, sparkling eyes were filled with curiosity.

He quickly wrote it down in his notebook.

"But didn't Master just say he didn't want to eat those poor chicken wings?"

"Um……"

Ye Chu pondered for a moment.

"Because I sensed that you wanted to eat it, I wanted to eat it too."

"Hey!"

Mu Tongyan called out softly.