C73 The Martial Artist.

Ye Yu observed Lv Huaiyuan closely, detecting a formidable power concealed within him. It was most evident when his bloodline pulsed, reminiscent of a mighty river's relentless flow.

Ye Yu suspected that Lv Huaiyuan might be a Martial Artist at the Blood Solidification Stage.

With the police busy maintaining order and assessing the conditions of vehicles and criminals, Ye Yu completed his statement and felt his presence was no longer needed, so he excused himself.

"Sheriff Lyu, now that TangTang is safe, may we depart?"

"Just call me Uncle Lyu. I'll have Xiao Liu take you home and find a way to thank you properly later!"

Gratitude filled Lv Huaiyuan as he watched Ye Yu. Without Ye Yu, TangTang might still be missing.

After Ye Yu and Han Xue were seated in the car, Lv Huaiyuan turned to Cui Ying, "Xiao Ying, what's the status of the criminals?"

Cui Ying reviewed the report, inhaled deeply, and replied, "The gang leader's sternum is shattered, his heart burst, leading to his death. The man with the scar was shot in the shoulder, and the other two have both wrists severed by a blade!"

Hearing this, Lv Huaiyuan's gaze intensified, "Ye Yu is quite remarkable."

Meanwhile, Ye Yu sat in the car, listening to the system's voice echo in his mind.

[Beep! Congratulations, Host, for saving a life. You've earned a lottery draw!]

Officer Liu drove Ye Yu and Han Xue to the gates of Pearl Park. With a wistful look, Han Xue's driver whisked her away.

"Student Ye Yu, shall I take you home?" Officer Liu inquired, seeing Ye Yu alone.

"No, take me to the school, please. I have matters to attend to," Ye Yu responded.

Liu turned the car and headed towards the school.

As Ye Yu rode, he focused inward, anticipating another chance at the draw.

"System, initiate the draw!"

The familiar roulette spun in his mind, the pointer whirling.

"Stop!"

At Ye Yu's command, the pointer came to a halt.

[Beep! Congratulations, Host, you've won a bottle of Moonlight Dew!]

Officer Liu dropped Ye Yu off at the school. Coach Xing Meng had made it clear that even on Sundays, evening boxing practice was not to be missed.

Before entering, Ye Yu examined his lottery prize, the Moonlight Dew.

"Moonlight Dew: An ointment infused with traces of lunar essence, beneficial for refining the body."

Clutching a small porcelain bottle, Ye Yu uncorked it and drank the Moonlight Dew. It was refreshingly cool and soothing.

As the potion took effect, a fiery sensation enveloped him, his skin burning hot. It took a while before the sensation eased, leaving behind a surge of newfound strength. Ye Yu could feel his muscles tightening under his skin, his defenses bolstering.

Clenching his fists, he smiled in satisfaction. Was this the power of a First Class Skin Training Stage Martial Artist?

But his elation was short-lived as he glanced at the time; he had missed his appointment with Xing Meng.

By the time Ye Yu reached the school playground, Yan Fengwu was already deep in her boxing practice under the watchful eye of Xing Meng.

Xing Meng, spotting Ye Yu's tardiness, scowled and barked, "Persistence is key in boxing! To master the art, you need unwavering determination! What kind of training do you call this, showing up late?"

Yan Fengwu, noticing Ye Yu getting an earful, playfully stuck out her tongue and came to his defense, "Teacher, perhaps Junior Brother Ye Yu had a valid reason for being late. Please, don't be too hard on him."

This only seemed to fan the flames of Xing Meng's frustration. "So, being busy is an excuse for lateness? If you're preoccupied every day, how do you expect to ever become a Martial Artist?"

Ye Yu, on the receiving end of Xing Meng's stern words, understood the tough love and held back any objections. He quietly responded, "Well, Teacher Xing, I have actually already become a Martial Artist."