Outside the medical room, the Donglin Construction group waited.
Seeing Su Ze emerge with Eiichi, Yamauchi Sakura cried, "Xiao-Ze!" and clung to him tightly.
The others kept their distance.
For reasons they couldn't pinpoint, Su Ze's aura felt off—like a revved-up pile driver, ready to crush anyone who approached.
Su Ze returned Sakura's embrace, her youthful scent filling his nose, but no desire stirred. After a moment, he gently pushed her away.
"Sakura, I've got business in the training room," he said.
"The training room? Why?" Yukino Yukishita asked.
Uzaki Hana smacked her fist into her palm, as if struck by realization. "I get it! Su Ze-kun must've had an epiphany! Fresh from battle, he needs to process it!"
"Something like that," Su Ze nodded. "Go watch the matches. Don't worry about me."
The women obediently stayed behind.
After he left, Yono Yukishita hesitated. "Anyone else feel… Su Ze's changed?"
Senna Riko smirked. "Heh, more dangerous, right?"
All eyes turned to Riko.
Under their gazes, she shrugged knowingly. "Fighters are like that. After a big battle, his head's probably full of kill shots. Best not to get close."
Senna Sora nodded. "Yeah! I feel that after every fight."
Riko chuckled darkly. "Hardly anyone can push you to your limit. When you're not satisfied, you itch to keep fighting!"
The women started to understand.
Addicted to fighting, huh?
They didn't notice Yono's eyes flickering.
Su Ze was planning to keep competing!
That wouldn't do.
The Kengan matches were too dangerous, each one a brush with death.
One win was enough for the Yukishita family. No need to continue.
With so many elite fighters, ultimate victory was unlikely.
Even if Su Ze won, Yono doubted she could handle the resulting stakes.
The next day, mercenaries might storm their home, wiping them out.
"I need to stop him," she thought.
Telling Su Ze to quit wouldn't work. She'd need another way.
In the training room, Su Ze stood motionless, staring into the void.
A stunning scene unfolded!
The air swirled, forming the horned demon's shape, snarling at him.
His Ghost Brain amplified mental power.
If Baki Hanma could imagine nonexistent foes to fight, Su Ze—far stronger mentally—could too.
Man and demon clashed instantly.
The demon, minus its magic, was fully replicated. A swipe sent Su Ze flying.
His muscles tensed and relaxed, absorbing the force. He landed on his toes, charging back into the fray.
Three minutes later, he tore the demon apart.
Su Ze retracted his fist, closing his eyes to reflect.
"I lack a finisher. With something like Burst Core, I could've killed the demon before it cast its magic."
After a moment, he opened his eyes, a glint of ferocity flashing.
He ached to return and fight that demon again.
But World-Walker required a three-day cooldown per jump.
Without a guaranteed win, he wouldn't return to the underworld.
The demon's arsenal wasn't limited to Vile Aura.
And Su Ze didn't just want victory—he wanted to kill it!
Hundreds of thousands of desire points—how could he not covet them?
Why aim for a million points?
Because with a million, he could buy full magic!
Full magic included healing, enhancement, spirit communication, elemental control, foresight, mental manipulation, and matter interference—scaling with his strength.
Single magic, cheaper, offered only one ability, like prophecy—utterly lackluster.
"When I'm stronger, I'll invade the demon realm!" Su Ze vowed, eyes sparking.
In the underworld, he scraped by with ten thousand points daily, maybe tens of thousands at best.
Killing one demon could yield hundreds of thousands.
The speed was unmatched.
"Finisher, finisher! I need a one-hit kill! My kickboxing and assassination skills have room to grow."
His War Demon bloodline's martial talent was maxed—no need to waste it.
Its freedom surpassed physical limits. Theoretically, anything a living creature could do, he could.
A sudden spark hit him—a creature from nature!
Cockroaches!
Cockroaches hit top speed instantly, no ramp-up, nature's elite.
Scaled to human size, ignoring physics, that's 270 km/h!
A human running that fast would shred muscles and burst organs from G-forces.
But that was for normals.
Su Ze was a fighter!
He closed his eyes, Ghost Brain seizing control.
His body began to "melt," flowing like water.
A limp skin fell to the floor.
Then, he surged forward, appearing ten meters away in an instant.
Pat, pat…
Sweat lingered where he'd stood, falling to the ground.
"Told you. If Baki can do it, so can I."
Su Ze's lips curled.
From idea to execution—less than five minutes!
This was the War Demon bloodline's true terror!
Utterly unreasonable martial talent and combat instinct!
"Hmph, this is just a standard move, not a finisher."
"Now…"
"Let's sharpen my fighting skills."
His Ghost Brain flared, conjuring another Su Ze.
They fought—life-or-death!
His kickboxing soared under this pressure.
Level 11… 13… 15!
[Kickboxing: LV15]
The pinnacle of the style.
Further insights would transcend kickboxing itself.
"Too easy!"
In that moment, Su Ze was certain—his martial talent was unmatched in this world.
No exaggeration: even Kaolan's tireless Muay Thai, forged through sweat, barely matched Su Ze's few hours.
The peak of striking arts? Su Ze could surpass it in a day and night, becoming the new summit!
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