Qi Blood Value: 39 Cal

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This is Su Yue's cultivation status.

In the past two months, he has exchanged 2 Cal of Qi Blood continuously, but now it's getting harder to exchange more.

"Just a little bit away from 40 Cal, it should have broken through, why has there been no movement?"

Actually, a few days ago, Su Yue already sensed the signs of breaking through 40 Cal.

But when he tested with the equipment, it still showed 39 Cal.

Su Yue consulted with Dai Yuegui and Xu Baiyan.

Finally, they concluded that Su Yue's foundation was beginning to become unstable.

That's right.

All along, with the system increasing Qi Blood, Su Yue had become a bit bloated.

As for when he would truly break through 40 Cal, he could only take it one step at a time. The only thing he could do now was to continually temper himself.

There was no other way.

They could only guess, as Platinum Bone Elephant was too peculiar.

As for the system, it couldn't be relied upon before the college entrance examination.

Not to mention the effort points were not enough, even if they were, he wouldn't dare to cripple himself on the eve of the exam.

"Looks like I'll have to wait until I go to Wuda, and then wash it a second time."

Su Yue sighed.

...

Platform A segment.

"Guangkun, can't you stop tormenting us old bones?"

"It's been months, you challenge us whenever there's nothing to do, you can't win, we're tired, really tired."

Su Yue's opponent, the second-grade Martial Artist, was exhausted.

They could also see that this Guangkun was clearly using them as sparring partners for fun.

But there's nothing they could do.

To receive the club's salary, they had to accept the challenges, and coincidentally, Guangkun was a King of the B segment and entitled to challenge them.

Back and forth, there were only about twenty fighters in the A segment, and Su Yue had challenged them all.

Everyone was tired.

Guangkun, this guy, was incredibly fast, more agile than a loach, and increasingly difficult to deal with.

The second-grade Martial Artist was going crazy.

This was his fourth time facing Guangkun, and each time he was exhausted to the point of vomiting blood.

"I concede.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, thank you all for taking care of me during this time!"

Suddenly, Guangkun conceded, and the second-grade Martial Artist on the opposite side was a bit surprised.

"Yes, I'm leaving.

"Coincidentally, there's a fighter in the B segment who wants to challenge the King. Once I finish this last match, I might leave the fighting arena forever, thanks to everyone!"

Su Yue bowed to the second-grade Martial Artist opposite him.

Then, he bowed to the other Martial Artists as well.

Perhaps because of Wang Boyan's influence, this group of Martial Artists had become accustomed to being challenged by him, they even adjusted themselves to train him.

This was a kind of help.

Compared to the B segment platform, the A segment was much more peaceful.

Su Yue felt very grateful to them.

"Young man, we wish you well."

The fighter stepped forward and gave Su Yue a strong hug.

People are often like this.

Especially annoying on normal days, but when it's time to leave, they can't help but feel sad.

Wang Boyan also came onto the stage and hugged Su Yue.

Although they didn't have the name of master and disciple, during this time, Wang Boyan truly trained Su Yue like his own son.

"Little guy, you must become a Grandmaster!"

Another second-grade fighter patted Su Yue on the shoulder.

"Yes, everyone, see you again. The B segment's platform is ready, once I fight, I will leave!"

Su Yue turned around and left.

He didn't even change his clothes, and directly headed to the B segment platform.

It was still the familiar open-air platform, still the familiar venue.

Even the club's promotional intensity was no less than that of the battle against Bai Zhao.

The audience was buzzing with excitement, many holding banners for Guangkun.

Guangkun, this King, had been missing for half a year, and he had finally returned.

"Role reversal, unconsciously, I've become the King being challenged."

Before going on stage, Su Yue looked at the huge billboard and smiled slightly.

This time, the club had thoughtfully prepared a white Zhongshan suit for Su Yue, the same clothes from the last fight.

A week ago, Su Yue had already submitted his resignation to the club.

After leaving, he would no longer enjoy the club's high allowances, and he would also give up the King's fighting position.

Of course, Su Yue wouldn't have to bear the risk of being challenged.

The club spent 3 million to get Su Yue to agree to one last fight before leaving.

3 million, as an appearance fee.

Regardless of winning or losing, Su Yue could get it.

If Su Yue could still win, he could also take a large share of the ticket revenue.

Money that comes for free, why not take it.

Although wearing a Zhongshan suit in summer is a bit hot, it's part of the contract, Su Yue had to wear it, it's a matter of contractual spirit.

...

The fighter challenging Guangkun was called Mo Lang.

Although he wasn't undefeated, he hadn't lost much either.

In the first-grade realm, Mo Lang was almost unbeatable.

"Guangkun, today I will make you suffer a crushing defeat!"

Guangkun appeared on stage in all white, the cheers were deafening.

During this period, Guangkun had already been built into a god by the club.

Mo Lang's Yao Yao pointed at Guangkun... today is to slay a god.

"If I leave this circle, consider it my loss.

"I will only strike back at you once, if one strike cannot defeat you, it still counts as my loss."

Su Yue used chalk to draw a circle about three steps in diameter beneath his feet.

He wore a mask, so others couldn't see his expression, but his pupils were very calm.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

Being forced out of the ring counts as a loss?

Failing to defeat the opponent with one move also counts as a loss?

How arrogant.

No wonder it's Guangkun, utterly lawless, unbearably arrogant.

The audience was already in an uproar.

"Guangkun, you're too arrogant,"

Mo Lang was gnashing his teeth in anger.

One move?

This is simply an insult.

Without much nonsense, Mo Lang could no longer endure the rage in his heart.

His speed was incredible, almost unbelievable.

Swish swish swish!

Vigorous Fist wrapped around the surface of his fist, the force akin to a torrential rain, instantly enveloped Su Yue!

However.

Su Yue's feet didn't move at all; only his upper body swayed, like a branch in a hurricane, unyielding against the force.

Some martial artists were amazed.

What kind of speed is this? Such a fierce punch, yet it didn't even touch Guangkun's hem.

What a joke.

How fast must his speed be?

Damn it.

Let alone stepping out of the ring, his feet had not moved at all from start to finish.

This is simply toying with Mo Lang.

Compared to six months ago, Guangkun has completely transformed, terrifyingly powerful.

"Where is your Quality Blade? Show it!"

"Where's your Rigid Step?"

"I know you have a trump card, I'm not afraid of you at all!"

Mo Lang, humiliated, grew more frustrated as he fought.

"You... don't deserve my Quality Blade!"

"Vigorous Fist is enough!"

Mo Lang launched another punch towards Su Yue's face.

This time, Su Yue didn't dodge.

He also raised his fist, a very ordinary straight punch, and calmly punched towards his opponent.

Mo Lang's Vigorous Fist was as large as a soccer ball, dazzlingly bright.

But Su Yue's Vigorous Fist was only the size of a ping-pong ball, attached to the second knuckle of his fist.

"Guangkun, is your Vigorous Fist a joke!"

Mo Lang mockingly taunted.

"Vigorous Fist is about strength, never about size."

Crack!

As Su Yue finished speaking, their fists collided directly.

At the same time, the taunt on Mo Lang's face became permanently fixed.

As expected.

His Vigorous Fist was shattered completely.

Meanwhile, that ping-pong-sized energy blasted into his chest.

Bang!

The floor trembled, but Mo Lang hadn't retreated a single step.

His upper garment was shattered.

Unfortunately, Su Yue's fist didn't injure him.

It turns out that Mo Lang's chest also had a layer of Gang Qi shield.

"Guangkun, you lost!"

"To guard against your Gang Qi Blade, I painstakingly cultivated a defensive combat technique, my chest is like a bronze bell, impervious to blade or spear."

Mo Lang hung his head low, panting heavily, his long hair flying as the airwaves shook.

One move had been executed.

He hadn't been defeated, Guangkun had already lost.

Although, somewhat unrightfully.

The venue was dead silent.

Mo Lang had a mocking smile on his lips as he slowly raised his head, ready to receive the cheers from all directions.

However.

His joy hadn't even bloomed before it completely turned into fear.

A scarlet Soft Sword, like a snake's tongue, was just in front of his eyeball; another inch and it would pierce his brain.

It was the Snake Sword!

The shock in the entire venue was precisely because of the Snake Sword.

What on earth had happened in the past six months?

Why could Guangkun wield Bai Zhao's Snake Sword?

This individual is simply unfathomable.

"Whew... I, I concede!"

A few seconds later, Mo Lang sighed.

One move!

The opponent really only used one move.

Vigorous Fist and the Snake Sword, almost simultaneously executed.

The combat technique can defend the body, but cannot defend the eyes; if Guangkun hadn't held back, he would be a corpse now.

With the Snake Sword unleashed, the entire B-segment combat arena, Guangkun had already become an invincible legend.

"Thank you for letting me win!"

Su Yue put away the Snake Sword, turned calmly, then left the ring.

Compared to the last time's embarrassment, this time his clothes were still pristine.

Perhaps!

This is growth.

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