Chapter 8: Five Thousand Nine Hundred Kilograms, the Class Beauty's Phone Call!

Yin Yang Taiji Fist!

Su Yu had already synthesized it earlier.

That was a Martial Technique truly cultivated by Martial Artists!

A Second-Rank Martial Technique!

According to the Synthesis Slot's introduction, if cultivated to Perfection, it could rival a Third-Rank Martial Technique.

But what interested Su Yu the most was still the Yin Yang Meaning described above.

"Yin Yang Meaning... what is this thing?"

Su Yu's eyes flickered.

"Forget it, never mind that for now, let me cultivate it first!"

Saying that, Su Yu opened the Yin Yang Taiji Fist and began cultivating.

Although Su Yu had never cultivated Martial Techniques before, with his Qi and Blood now reaching 3.1, even among Martial Artists of the Qi Blood Realm, he was already at a mid-to-low level.

Even with the poorest comprehension, one could cultivate it with ease.

But as Su Yu's gaze fell on the book of Yin Yang Taiji Fist, an inexplicable sense of familiarity filled his mind.

Su Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, continuously rehearsing the Yin Yang Taiji Fist in his mind.

Time passed leisurely.

Not knowing how long had passed, Su Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

A sharp light flickered.

"Ha!"

Su Yu's fists curved slightly, like pushing through water, seemingly soft and limp, yet a powerful fluctuation burst forth from both fists.

The space before him even trembled directly.

Su Yu's eyes lit up!

Although the Strength Testing Machine had not yet been delivered, Su Yu could clearly feel that his punch just now had exceeded Four Thousand Kilograms at the very least!

Reaching the level of 4 points of Qi and Blood!

Moreover, this figure was if anything on the conservative side.

"It truly deserves to be a Second-Rank Martial Technique!"

Su Yu's eyes lit up.

Furthermore, Su Yu also discovered that the Martial Technique synthesized by the Synthesis Slot seemed extremely suited to him, as if it were tailor-made.

Just a single glance was enough to memorize it with ease.

This time was not very long, but it still allowed Su Yu to reach the entry level.

If this news were to spread, it would surely set off a wave of commotion.

One must know that even with the poorest Martial Technique, for a Martial Artist without any experience to reach the entry level in less than a few days would be nothing short of a fantasy.

Let alone a Second-Rank Martial Technique like Yin Yang Taiji Fist.

One could see how terrifying Su Yu was!

Of course, the Synthesis Slot also played a part in this.

Just as Su Yu was deep in thought, a series of knocks sounded at the door.

Su Yu opened the door; it was the delivery person from the Martial Artists Association.

After placing the Strength Testing Machine in the room, Su Yu licked his lips with some anticipation.

The next moment, a punch blasted out.

Three Thousand Eight Hundred Kilograms!

Su Yu's brow twitched slightly.

"Without using a Martial Technique, my pure strength is already top-tier in the Early Qi Blood Realm. If I also use a Martial Technique..."

The next moment.

The strength machine trembled slightly.

Scarlet numbers appeared once more.

A Martial Artist Approaching Infinity of 6 points of Qi and Blood!

Looking at the numbers before him, the corners of Su Yu's mouth couldn't help but curl into a faint smile.

"Not bad!"

After simply cultivating for a little while longer and thoroughly stabilizing the entry level of Yin Yang Taiji Fist, Su Yu finally relaxed for a moment.

As a Second-Rank Martial Technique, Yin Yang Taiji Fist was considered a rare item even in all of Hengcheng.

One must know that even those experts of the Blood Refining Realm might not necessarily have the opportunity to cultivate a Second-Rank Martial Technique!

Su Yu reveled in his satisfaction for a moment, and just as he was about to pick up the phone to browse the Martial Artist Forum—

The phone's ringtone sounded at this moment.

Looking at the name on the phone, Su Yu was taken aback for a moment.

"Liu Yiyi!"

Liu Yiyi was a classmate in the same class as Su Yu, and her talent was not weak either, Approaching Infinity the ranks of a Quasi Martial Artist.

Moreover, relying on her extraordinary beauty, Liu Yiyi also had quite a few admirers in the class.

Of course, Su Yu was not among them.

The relationship between Su Yu and Liu Yiyi could only be described as neither good nor bad.

But at a time like this, Liu Yiyi calling him...

Su Yu kept his guard up and chose to answer.

"Hey!"

Su Yu said lightly.

On the other end of the phone came a soft, mushy, pitiful voice.

In modern terms, it's a Fake Childish Voice.

"Hey, big brother Su Yu~"

If an ordinary person heard that voice, they'd probably feel their bones go soft, but who is Su Yu?

The number one Steel Straight Man of Hengcheng, alright!

Su Yu sneered inwardly.

Damn Fake Childish Voice, look at the Sword!

"It's me. What do you want?"

Though he sneered inside, outwardly Su Yu showed no emotion.

"Brother Su Yu, I plan to leave the city tomorrow to hunt some Ferocious Beasts. I just heard you became a Martial Artist, and I'm a bit scared, so I'd like you to take me out of the city."

The damned Fake Childish Voice kept sounding, cute yet with a trace of mischief; an ordinary man really finds it hard to handle.

But Su Yu detected a slight something off about it.

When I went to the Martial Artist Association Examination, I was clearly alone, only the principal of Yizhong and some internal staff of the Martial Artists Association were there; presumably no one else knows, right?

Liu Yiyi's family background in Hengcheng is decent, but not enough to have any ties with people from the Martial Artists Association.

Moreover, I recently offended two brothers of the Li Family, and at a time like this...

Everything seems rather self‑evident.

Su Yu sneered inwardly, glancing at the lingering numbers on the test machine before him, a faint curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Fine!"

Having said that, Su Yu hung up.

Su Yu stared out the window, his gaze deep.

"So you're already itching to make a move against me? Then let me see what power the illustrious Li Clan Group truly has!"

Su Yu clenched his fists, feeling utterly calm inside.

Everything stems from Su Yu's power!

Meanwhile, in a villa in Hengcheng.

A well‑behaved, charming girl sat quietly on the sofa, and beside her sat a youth with a snarling complexion.

If Su Yu were here, he would surely recognize that the person before him is none other than Li Long!

Liu Yiyi looked at Li Long with admiring eyes, her delicate voice rang out.

"Brother Long, I've already arranged Su Yu for you!"

Li Long's complexion flushed intensely; he grabbed Liu Yiyi, squeezing her exuberantly, his voice chillingly cold.

"That damned fool, even if he becomes a Martial Artist, once he offends my Li Clan Group, it's death for him!"

"Father has already stationed three Mid Qi Blood Realm Martial Artists outside the city; this time, Su Yu is certain to die!"

Liu Yiyi's face flashed with a hint of pain under Li Long's relentless squeezing, yet she forced a smile and said,

"With Brother Long leading, it will surely succeed!"

Li Long sneered, a finger pressing against her chin.

"That may be so, but before we kill him, shouldn't we... enjoy ourselves?"

Saying that, he leaned down onto Liu Yiyi's delicate body.