C4 He Killed Him with One Move!!

In the classroom, Su Yu sat listlessly, half-listening to the teacher's droning lecture.

His thoughts, however, were far from the lesson at hand, preoccupied with the upcoming Martial Cultivator exam.

"Only by passing the Martial Cultivator exam can one officially enter the selection process for the Martial Dao Academy. It's only through the academy that you can truly transform your life!" This mantra had become widespread throughout Great Xia, igniting the ambitions of countless individuals to become Martial Cultivators and gain admission to the Martial Dao Academy. For many, it represented the sole opportunity to break free from an ordinary existence in a world where martial prowess reigned supreme.

As someone who had transmigrated, Su Yu was determined to reach greater heights and avoid the senseless demise he met in his former life.

As Su Yu's mind wandered through these reflections, time slipped away unnoticed.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Without a moment's delay, Su Yu grabbed his backpack, ready to head to the Martial Artist Association for the exam.

Just then, a hulking figure filled the classroom doorway.

The young man's muscles bulged as if on the brink of bursting, his every move exuding raw power. He strode to the threshold, completely disregarding the teacher's presence, and bellowed.

"Who here is Su Yu? Step forward!"

His voice roared through the room like a tiger's growl.

Lee Hu shot up from his seat, pointing to Su Yu tucked away in a corner.

"Big bro, that's the guy! He's the one who shook me down for over a dozen Blood Essence Pills yesterday!"

The imposing newcomer was Lee Hu's older brother, Lee Loong—a standout contender at Hengcheng No.1 Middle School. Having cleared the Quasi Martial Cultivator exam, he was now on the cusp of the Martial Cultivator level, a figure of renown within the school.

Lee Loong's eyes fixed on Su Yu with a menacing grin.

"So you're the one who shook down my little brother? Are you coming out on your own, or do I need to drag you out?"

Lee Loong's formidable presence had the entire classroom in a vice grip.

The teacher, unable to stand idly by, intervened with authority.

"Lee Loong, what is the meaning of this? Leave at once! This is a classroom, not a battleground!"

Lee Loong offered a faint smile and spoke up.

"Teacher, I never mentioned fighting. I'm just curious to meet the person bold enough to try and extort the Lee Family. Who could they be?"

"Once you've met, you can go, right?" the teacher replied, his face twisted with displeasure.

Lee Loong grinned and reassured him.

"Don't worry, teacher. I'm on my way out."

With those words, Elder Lee turned and departed, but not before slightly parting his lips in Su Yu's direction.

It was as though he was whispering,

"I'll be waiting for you at the school gate."

From the podium, the teacher cast a worried glance at Su Yu.

"Su Yu, Lee Loong is one of the school's top contenders. What did you do to upset him? And you, Lee Hu, couldn't you talk some sense into your older brother?"

Lee Hu let out a cold laugh and retorted,

"I follow my big brother's lead!"

The teacher watched, resigned, as Su Yu grabbed his backpack and strode out. Several classmates, eager for drama, trailed behind him.

"How did Su Yu manage to anger Lee Hu? To actually attempt to blackmail him—is he unaware that Lee Hu is not one to forgive and forget?"

"It's probably a setup by Lee Hu. Lee Loong is a celebrity here at Hengcheng No.1 Middle School, having already passed the Quasi Martial Cultivator exam. His Blood Essence Value must be over 0.6 by now!"

"Crossing Lee Loong, it looks like Su Yu's in for some tough times ahead."

Su Yu ambled leisurely toward the main entrance, utterly indifferent to Lee Loong's intimidation.

As it happened, his recent advancement to Martial Cultivator status made Lee Loong the perfect test for his newfound abilities—a rather fortuitous opportunity.

At the school gates, Lee Loong's mere presence exuded an intense pressure on the students milling about.

"Isn't that Lee Loong? What's he up to, standing there? Has someone foolishly crossed him?"

"Tsk tsk, some people really have a death wish these days, daring to provoke Lee Loong. Forget the Lee Family's clout in Hengcheng; Lee Loong alone, as a Quasi Martial Cultivator, is formidable."

"Crossing Lee Loong like this? That's not going to end well."

A crowd had gathered, encircling the school's entrance.

Soon, Su Yu emerged from the school, pausing as he took in the faces of the onlookers, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.

Lee Loong glared at Su Yu with a menacing sneer, his fists clenched and ready.

"I didn't expect you'd have the guts to show your face!"

The bystanders turned their attention to Su Yu.

"Is this the kid who crossed Lee Loong? Looks decent enough, but clearly he's lacking upstairs. He's in for some rough days ahead."

"Who is this dude? Never seen him before, and he's got the nerve to mess with Brother Long? He's asking for trouble."

The crowd buzzed with commentary.

Su Yu simply gazed back at Lee Loong, calmly setting his backpack down.

"Are we doing this here?"

Lee Loong let out a contemptuous snort.

"Still playing tough? Today, you'll learn what happens when you cross the Lee Family!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lee Loong's fist rocketed forward.

His massive fist, like a miniature cannonball, blasted through the air.

"Hiss, that's Lee Loong for you. That punch must be packing around 700 kilograms of force. Looks like he's not far from being a true Martial Cultivator."

"This kid's about to get a taste of pain. A 700-kilogram punch is like getting hit by a compact car. If he doesn't dodge, he's in for it."

"Wait, what's this kid thinking?"

A voice in the crowd shouted.

All eyes followed the action, only to see Su Yu stepping into Lee Loong's punch. His seemingly insignificant fist collided with Lee Loong's.

"He's actually going toe-to-toe with Lee Loong!"

Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

"Pfft, comparing strength with Lee Loong? This guy's brain must be scrambled. Let's move on, nothing to see here. Just some fool who's out of his depth."

There were those who scoffed, those who were shocked, and those who sneered.

But in the next instant, every face in the crowd changed.

Lee Loong's and Su Yu's fists connected, and Lee Loong's expression twisted into one of agony.

"Ah!"

Lee Loong let out a pained cry.

The next moment, he was sent stumbling back several steps, his retreat leaving a long, ragged scrape in the ground.

Cradling his fist, the flesh torn and bloodied, the stark white of bone could just be made out beneath the damage.

Lee Loong gazed at Su Yu, terror etched on his face, his voice quivering as he spoke.

"You're not just a Quasi Martial Cultivator—you're a full-fledged Martial Cultivator!"

That declaration sent a ripple of shock through the onlookers!

A Martial Cultivator!

Someone their own age had achieved such a distinguished rank!

Su Yu glanced coolly at Lee Loong, scooped up his schoolbag from the ground, and walked away leisurely, all eyes in the crowd following his every move.