The matter with Flower Bear weighed heavily on Su Yue's heart.

But just as Flower Bear said, everything was his own choice, whether it was death or crippling, it was the price he paid to win.

As for revenge, it's something that can only be thought of for now.

If we truly wage a hopeless fight, it would be too naive.

Bai Zhao, relying on his own skills, defeated him one-on-one, which is fair and reasonable.

This is the world of fighters, accept the outcome of the bet.

If Flower Bear were the victor, Bai Zhao also wouldn't have ended well.

Along the way, Flower Bear also killed many people.

What Su Yue can do, as a friend, is visit him more often, and if he encounters difficulties at the night market stall, he could provide some financial assistance.

Of course, when he has the ability to challenge Bai Zhao, he will definitely avenge Flower Bear.

At the very least, make the opponent also sit in a wheelchair.

Flower Bear is a friend.

Before going bankrupt, Old Zhao was in the catering business, and Flower Bear's storefront location isn't bad, so their business couldn't fail.

It was surprising, though Flower Bear was once spendthrift, he received quite a bit of help in his hardship time.

In two days, those whom he had helped generously paid back, and the amount reached more than 3 million.

For a fallen fighter, only Flower Bear could reach such a level.

Su Yue's training cannot lag behind.

He composed himself and embarked on the journey again.

The B8-level arena is no joke; every breath is a test of life and death.

The matter of Flower Bear lingered in his heart.

As a friend, Su Yue couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Bai Zhao, the strongest win-streak legend... just how strong are you?

...

First battle.

Su Yue narrowly won.

He rested for two days.

By this time, Su Yue's daily intake of Qi Blood Pills had increased from two to three pills.

The initial 300,000 Qi Blood Pills that Sun Zhiwei bought were long consumed.

He replenished with a supply of 1 million.

The rate of digestion of the Qi Blood Pill depends on the user's Qi Blood combustion rate.

Just like a car.

As long as the displacement is large enough and the engine runs long enough, fuel consumption will be rapid.

Su Yue's Qi Blood combustion rate has exceeded that of an ordinary first-grade Martial Artist.

And he fought strong opponents during the day and trained his blade skills alone at night almost nonstop like an engine.

Therefore, his demand for Qi Blood Pills is very high.

The benefit of this is that the Qi Blood value increase is not too slow.

He was not far from 22 cards.

Faster than the original 20-day goal he set for himself by a few days.

Along the way, Su Yue returned to the ward.

Liao Ping was also quite fierce.

He came to the fighting arena with a Qi Blood value of 17 cards.

Now, astonishingly, it reached 19 cards.

Just as Liao Ji said, Liao Ping's talent is undoubtedly first-class.

Unfortunately, Liao Ping is a pacifist, only takes hits passively, and never actively attacks others.

The other people also increased their Qi Blood value to varying degrees.

Though Su Yue hadn't shown up in the sparring arena for a long time, his name still remained at the top of the sparring board, unshaken by anyone.

Liao Ping later rose up and currently climbed to sixth place.

Lately, Guangkun, the sensational fighter, also became the topic of countless discussions.

Among these students, there were avid admirers of Guangkun.

One student even bought a t-shirt with the name Guangkun sprayed on it, as if those characters could give him strength.

Liao Ping called Su Yue out of the ward to talk privately.

"Guangkun, I really admire you."

As soon as they reached the courtyard, Liao Ping said faintly.

Upon hearing this, Su Yue was taken aback.

This guy discovered that he was Guangkun.

"What gave me away?"

Su Yue asked with a stern face.

The mask was very secure, and in the fighters' world where everyone had a lean build, it was unlikely for anyone to notice.

"Everyone's shoulder-to-waist ratio is unique, not difficult at all."

Liao Ping fiddled with his long hair, looking confident.

"I see."

According to Liao Ping, many people have the same shoulder width, and many have the same waist width.

But the proportion would never be the same, only people from the fashion world could notice these subtle differences.

"Su Yue, my younger brother is competitive, watched too many dramas growing up, and likes to be an official.

"Soon it will be two months, and we all have to return to the base for classes, by then my brother will challenge your position as class monitor, I hope you can go easy on him this time."

Liao Ping suddenly said.

"Oh, right… In two months, we have to go back to the training base once, I almost forgot."

Su Yue exclaimed.

The days at the club were too thrilling, easily making people forget about trivial matters.

"Su Yue, I truly envy you, you are very brave."

Liao Ping looked at Su Yue, as if his eyes were burning with flames.

"Envy me?

"You, a rich second-generation real estate scion, envy me, a hard-working delivery guy?

"Though if you mean just in terms of handsome looks, I am indeed worthy of your envy."

Su Yue said.

"I'm timid, I dare not touch chickens, ducks, or birds, won't touch fish, and even cute dogs and rabbits, I don't dare to touch.

"All my life, I've been a coward. When others hit me, I would squat holding my head, I don't even know what the meaning of my life is."

Liao Ping bitterly smiled.

"This, actually, can be practiced, gradually overcome."

Su Yue said, acknowledging that Liao Ping was indeed excessively timid.

"I have overcome it countless times, but my nature is just that way.

"I really yearn for the old technological era, when there were no Martial Artists, and any profession could be treated fairly, I could definitely make a name for myself in the fashion world.

"Unfortunately, being born in this cruel era meant I was born into a Martial Artist family, with no choice at all."

Liao Ping bitterly laughed.

"It's not this era that's cruel, it's the war that's cruel.

"If one day there is no more war, I believe you can definitely shine in the fashion industry."

Patted Liao Ping's shoulder, Su Yue got up and left.

...

The next day.

Guangkun appeared on the arena again.

Facing the ferocious opponent with an 81-win streak, Su Yue's opponent faced unprecedented pressure.

The battle commenced.

Having adapted to the rhythm of battle, Su Yue could now exude a killing aura.

This was completely an instinctive effect that he himself hadn't noticed.

In the opponent's eyes, this originally benign-looking Guangkun suddenly had a gaze as sharp as a venomous snake staring at you.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, a massive fist, wrapped in Gang Qi, came smashing directly.

"Such exquisite battle techniques."

The opponent sincerely admired.

To maintain an 81-win streak is certainly extraordinary.

Two hours later, Su Yue left the arena amidst cheers and applause.

83 consecutive wins.

...

In the following days.

Maintaining a rhythm of fighting every other day, Su Yue finally set a record of 89 consecutive wins.

He had far surpassed the third place on the win-streak board.

...

Five days ago, Su Yue broke through to 22 cards.

His current goal was striving towards 23 cards.

Entering the potential class for a whole two months, his Qi Blood increased from 18 to 22 cards.

An average of 2 cards per month, with 2 cards of Qi Blood temporarily stored in the diligence counter.

If he did not care about becoming crippled exchanging, he could reach 24 cards.

30 cards were still far away; the next time he came back, he needed to work even harder.

Tomorrow is the day to return to the training base.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.