C8 Five Thousand Nine Hundred Kilograms the Phone Call of the Prettiest Girl!!
Yin Yang Taiji Boxing!
Su Yu had synthesized it previously.
It was a genuine Martial Skill for a Martial Cultivator to master!
A Level Two Martial Skill!
According to the synthesis column's description, if cultivated to completion, it could rival a Level Three Martial Skill.
What intrigued Su Yu the most, however, was the concept of Yin Yang Intent mentioned in the text.
"Yin Yang Intent... What exactly is that?"
A glint appeared in Su Yu's eyes.
"Never mind, I won't dwell on it now. Time to start cultivating!"
With that, Su Yu opened the Yin Yang Taiji Boxing manual and began his cultivation.
Despite being new to cultivating Martial Skills, Su Yu's Blood Essence Value had reached 3.1. Even among Martial Cultivators at the Blood Essence Stage, he was considered average.
Even with modest comprehension, he could cultivate it with ease.
Yet, as Su Yu's gaze landed on the pages of the Yin Yang Taiji Boxing, a wave of inexplicable familiarity washed over him.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Su Yu mentally rehearsed the movements of the Yin Yang Taiji Boxing.
Time flowed gently by.
After a while, Su Yu's eyes snapped open, shining brightly.
"Ha!"
His fists curved slightly, mimicking the motion of rowing through water. They seemed gentle, but a powerful surge of energy erupted from them, causing the air in front of him to ripple.
A gleam of excitement flashed in Su Yu's eyes.
Though the strength testing device hadn't arrived yet, Su Yu could sense that his punch had just exceeded 4,000 kilograms!
He had reached a Blood Essence Value of 4 points!
And that estimate was conservative.
"Truly worthy of a Level Two Martial Skill!" Su Yu thought, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Furthermore, Su Yu realized that the Martial Skill synthesized in the column seemed tailor-made for him. It was as if it had been custom-crafted to fit his style.
He had memorized it effortlessly with just a glance.
The session wasn't lengthy, but it was enough for Su Yu to grasp the basics.
If word of this got out, it would surely create a stir.
After all, even the simplest Martial Skill would take days for an inexperienced Martial Cultivator to grasp the basics, let alone a Level Two Martial Skill like Yin Yang Taiji Boxing.
Su Yu's prowess was unmistakable!
Certainly, the synthesis column played a part in that.
While Su Yu was pondering, a series of knocks echoed from the door.
He opened it to find a delivery from the Martial Artist Association.
With the strength testing machine now inside, Su Yu licked his lips in anticipation.
A moment later, he unleashed a punch.
3,800 kilograms!
A slight raise of Su Yu's eyebrows.
"Without employing a Martial Skill, my raw strength is top-tier for the early Blood Essence Stage. If I were to use a Martial Skill..."
The next instant.
The machine quivered slightly.
A crimson number emerged anew.
5,900 kg!
Nearly reaching a Martial Cultivator with 6 points of Blood Essence Value!
Su Yu looked at the digits before him, a smirk creeping onto his lips.
"Not too shabby!"
......
After a straightforward session of practice, Su Yu solidified his grasp on Yin Yang Taiji Boxing and took a moment to unwind.
Yin Yang Taiji Boxing, being a Level Two Martial Skill, was a rarity even in all of Hengcheng.
Consider that even Blood Refining Stage experts might not get the chance to train in a Level Two Martial Skill!
Su Yu reveled in satisfaction. He was about to pick up his phone to scroll through the Martial Cultivator forum when...
The phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Su Yu paused.
"Lau Yiyi!"
Lau Yiyi, a classmate of Su Yu, was no slouch in talent, teetering on the edge of becoming a Quasi Martial Cultivator.
Moreover, with her exceptional beauty, she had her fair share of admirers in class.
Su Yu, however, was not one of them.
His relationship with Lau Yiyi was neutral at best.
Yet now, Lau Yiyi was calling him...
With a wary mind, Su Yu decided to answer.
"Hello!"
He spoke with a detached tone.
From the other end came a voice soft and endearing, the kind that could elicit sympathy.
In today's terms, it was cloyingly sweet.
"Hello, big brother Su Yu~"
To the average person, such a voice might turn their bones to jelly, but who was Su Yu?
He was the quintessential steel-straight man of Hengcheng!
Su Yu sneered inwardly.
Take that, you vise!
"It's me. What do you need?"
Despite his internal sneer, Su Yu maintained a stoic exterior, showing no emotion.
"Mr. Su Yu, I'd like to venture outside the city tomorrow to hunt some ferocious beasts. I've heard you've become a Martial Cultivator, and, to be honest, I'm a bit frightened. I was hoping you could accompany me on the trip!"
That annoyingly cutesy voice continued, laced with playful undertones—a challenge for any ordinary man to withstand.
But Su Yu sensed something amiss.
He had been alone during his assessment at the Martial Artist Association, with only the principal from No.1 High School and the Association's internal staff present. No one else should have known.
Lau Yiyi's family had a decent standing in Hengcheng, but not the kind to be connected with the Martial Artist Association.
And considering he had recently crossed the Lee Family brothers...
The implications were clear.
Su Yu's heart sneered as he eyed the lingering numbers on the test machine, his lips curving into a smirk.
"Sure!"
With that, Su Yu ended the call.
Gazing out the window, his eyes were deep with thought.
"So eager to make your move against me? Well, let's see what kind of power the illustrious Lee's Group truly holds!"
Su Yu's fists tightened, his heart serene.
His power was the source of it all!
...
Meanwhile, in a Hengcheng villa.
A demure and charming girl sat quietly on the sofa, next to a young man with a menacing look.
If Su Yu were here, he'd instantly recognize the man as Lee Loong!
Lau Yiyi gazed at Lee Loong with eyes full of admiration, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"Brother Loong, I've managed to arrange a meeting with Su Yu for you!"
Lee Loong's face flushed with fervor as he pulled Lau Yiyi close, greedily caressing her, his voice chilling to the bone.
"This cursed fool, even as a Martial Cultivator, will meet his end if he dares to cross Lee's Group!"
"Father has already arranged for three martial cultivators at the middle stage of the Blood Essence Stage to lie in wait outside the city. There's no doubt about it—Su Yu is a dead man this time!"
Fleeting spasms of pain crossed Lau Yiyi's face as Lee Loong's large hands kneaded her relentlessly, yet she mustered a smile and said, "With Brother Loong taking action, success is certain!"
Lee Loong let out a cold laugh, his finger tilting Lau Yiyi's chin upward.
"True, but before we finish him off, shouldn't we take a moment to... savor the pleasure?"
With those words, he leaned in, bearing down on Lau Yiyi's tender form.
