High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 362 - 295: How Could I Be the Enemy of a Grandmaster? It’s Just for Show

Chapter 362: Chapter 295: How Could I Be the Enemy of a Grandmaster? It’s Just for Show

Two terrifying auras transformed into two streams of one blue, one white, racing along the Celestial Cloud Mountain Dao.

"Interesting, it’s been a long time since someone has belittled me like this."

"How arrogant, but I like it... If it were a different time and place, I, Ye Wuhen, would definitely have tried to keep you for a try. Let’s forget it today."

Ye Wuhen and Ximen Gu arrived.

The elder from the South China Saint Martial University saw the figures clearly and his heart skipped a beat. The two people in front of him were powerhouses from the Grandmaster List, and he could not hold off either one of them.

However, he noticed that from start to finish, the two only had their eyes on Su Mu, not even sparing him a glance.

"Judging by your look, you knew I would come." Ye Wuhen paused, and a Space Ring appeared in his hand, "What you want is here."

Ye Wuhen came to fulfill the transaction between the two parties.

Immediately, a ring also appeared in Su Mu’s hand, and he threw it directly.

Seeing this, Ye Wuhen’s eyes showed more appreciation. A flash of inspiration came, and he threw out a blue token engraved with the word "Ye."

"This is my Ye Wuhen’s token. It represents only me, not the Ye Family. One day, we shall fight."

"Alright."

Su Mu scanned the ring with his Spiritual Power, and inside was a Martial Arts Classic lying quietly.

"I don’t like Sima Lin. You killed him, which makes me happy today. I happen to have an extra Sword Abyss Order, which I’ll give to you." Ximen Gu chuckled lightly and threw over a black sword-shaped token exuding a murderous aura.

Sword Abyss Order?

Su Mu was stunned. Hearing about the Sword Abyss Order, Ye Wuhen frowned and looked surprised, while the elder from the South China Saint Martial University stood frozen. The Sword Abyss Order was so precious, and Ximen Gu just gave it to Su Mu?

"I hope you don’t die too soon."

"Brother Ye, you and I will fight later."

"Alright."

The two took one last look at Su Mu and then transformed into two streams of light, leaving.

Su Mu put away the two tokens and glanced toward the summit of Celestial Cloud Mountain. The transformation from the Fixed Star Body Refining Technique was comprehensive. After the second transformation, his eyesight had reached a terrifying level unimaginable to ordinary people.

In his eyes, on top of Celestial Cloud Mountain, shadows were moving, and many people were heading down Celestial Cloud Mountain Dao.

Time was running out for him...

Before the Sima Family and Overlord Blade Martial Arts Hall could react, there was one more person who had to die.

As for his family, he had a backup plan. All that was needed was to hold on until he got back home!

"Senior, do you have the latest coordinates? Please send them to me."

Su Mu withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly.

Upon hearing this, the elder trembled all over. After coming to his senses, his expression was complex and respectful, "Okay, I’ll send it to you right away, but it will take some time to pinpoint the exact location."

"Do you need me to give you a ride?"

"No need."

"Then I wish you good fortune in martial arts..."

The elder took a deep look at Su Mu before turning and heading toward Celestial Cloud Mountain to inform Governor Sikong first.

Su Mu soon received a new anonymous email. He took out his phone and located the coordinates in the email.

"Over a hundred kilometers... it’s not too far, no need for teleportation."

Su Mu glanced at the satellite navigation location and quietly memorized it, along with the route.

Crack, crack, crack.

Su Mu took a deep breath, and the sound of his entire body’s bones and muscles rang out. His blood and flesh slowly expanded as he turned toward a certain direction.

In an instant, Su Mu’s figure shifted in place.

Suddenly, with a mighty howl of the wind and rolling white smoke, a red stream of light darted out from the foot of Celestial Cloud Mountain, swiftly speeding across the land of South China with an astonishing speed, barely visible to the naked eye.

"Alrighty, passenger, please buckle your seatbelt. What’s the last digit of your phone number? ...What the hell, what’s that ghostly thing?" At the foot of Celestial Cloud Mountain, a rideshare driver who had just picked up a passenger suddenly shouted in alarm.

A single crimson flash passed by outside the car window.

...

Shenjiang Martial Arts University.

"The earliest flight is in an hour. I’ve already booked a ticket through a special channel. We can leave now."

"This is the fastest way to reach Celestial Cloud Mountain; we’ll be there in three and a half hours..."

Miaomiao took a deep breath, but anyone could feel the deep concern in her heart at this moment.

"Sister Miaomiao, don’t worry. Senior Brother, he, he should be fine..."

"Hmm, that boy Su Mu is always cautious..." Teacher Wang Shuheng wanted to say a word of comfort, but halfway through, he fell silent.

Little One moved his mouth a few times but ultimately said nothing.

Miaomiao squatted down, taking her daughter Xiaoyue into her arms, "Xiaoyue, Daddy will be fine. Your dad is so strong; he’s the One-Slash Asura, he will definitely be okay..."

"Yeah, Daddy will be fine!"

Miaomiao’s voice couldn’t stop trembling.

Even now, Miaomiao’s mind was still a mess, continually replaying a scene from not long ago.

In the Martial Arts Arena, under the bright sun, stood a figure with determination on his face.

Then...

Challenging the Grandmaster’s edge.

The scene froze, and then the live broadcast was cut off.

At that moment, Miaomiao felt like her world was collapsing, and that figure seemed to become shattered at that instant.

Suddenly, Miaomiao’s nose turned sour.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

That was a Grandmaster!

If, what if...

"Xiaoyue, don’t be afraid, Su Mu, your dad will be okay, he’s so strong..." Miaomiao buried her head into her daughter’s shoulder and gently wiped her tears away.

It seemed like she was comforting her daughter, yet it also seemed like she was talking to herself.

Everyone who witnessed this scene, seeing Miaomiao holding Xiaoyue and wiping away tears, felt a profound heaviness in their hearts.

Teacher Wang Shuheng’s expression was tense. He opened his mouth again, but when the words reached his lips, he didn’t know how to speak.

Just at that moment.

The vibration of a phone came from the table.

Miaomiao looked through teary eyes. As the phone screen lit up, the blurred world revealed two words.

Hubby!

This was a message from Su Mu.

Miaomiao was overwhelmingly excited, quickly wiping her tears before hastily reaching for the phone to read.

"Miaomiao, don’t worry, I’m okay. Did I scare you..."

"After this martial arts exchange is over, I’ll be back. By the way, didn’t Xiaoyue say that the war zone is fun? The war zone has rewarded me with a big villa. When I return, I’ll take you to visit the war zone..."

Seeing the message, a smile reappeared on Miaomiao’s face.

"It’s Su Mu, he’s okay!"

"That’s great!"

For a moment, smiles spread across everyone’s faces in the room, and they breathed a long sigh of relief.

"That kid Su Mu, when he gets back this time, I have to give him a good talking-to. Miaomiao, what did he say in the message?" Wang Shuheng scolded with a laugh.

Miaomiao, still a bit excited, recounted the message’s content. After finishing, she bit her lip and tried pressing the video call button again.

Shortly, the video connected but switched to audio after a moment.

"Miaomiao?" A sound of chaos, like howling wind, came from the other end, but a calm, serene voice emerged from it.

Hearing Su Mu’s calm voice, many people breathed a sigh of relief once more.

"Su Mu, why didn’t you answer the video call?"

"Miaomiao, you heard it too. The mountain wind is strong here, there was a bit of a disturbance on site, and the signal is terrible; the live stream was interrupted just now..."

"Really? You better not be lying to me."

"Why would I lie to you?"

At these words, everyone in the room suddenly understood. It was just a minor hiccup.

"Then what was that just now, Su Mu saying he would challenge some grandmaster from the martial arts hall? Is that true?"

A clear laugh came over the phone.

"How could I be against a grandmaster? That’s just for the show. Didn’t your teacher mention this to you? This is a martial arts exchange held jointly by the Huaxia National Martial Arts Association and the war zone; what happened just now was arranged by the organizers, just a gimmick..."

Miaomiao listened quietly to Su Mu’s voice. The voice was very calm, she couldn’t detect anything unusual in it, Su Mu was probably not lying.

She wiped at her eyes, just as she was about to say something, her daughter Xiaoyue couldn’t hold back.

"Dad, you’re amazing! We were all watching the live stream just now. Master, Sister Mengmeng, and Big Sister Little One are all at home now, just then..."

"You little rascal, how dare you do that for show effect? You know just now... Anyway, it’s good that you’re alright, but don’t let it happen again."

The sound of laughter soon came from the other end.

"Su Mu, you’re laughing!" Miaomiao couldn’t help but complain.

"Hahaha, sorry for worrying everyone. I’ll talk to you later, things are continuing over here, I’ll be back when the exchange is finished..."

"Dad, wait, is the foodie with you?"

"I left it in the war zone this time."

"Then remember to bring the foodie back with you, I prepared some treats for it, and oh, Mom’s stewed pork is really delicious nowadays, she said she’d make it for you when you come back..."

Listening to her daughter, Miaomiao felt the eyes of everyone on her, her cheeks reddening slightly.

Outside the dormitory, on a stone bench by the road, a figure kept a vigilant watch on the dormitory, with a few others hiding in the shadows nearby.

"Chief, everything’s normal here."

The man on the bench reported, feeling somewhat puzzled. They received orders to come to this academy days earlier, but everything was very calm.

On the other end of the line, Hong Lie was about to speak when his phone received a message through the military department’s internal channels.

[Deputy Hall Master Sima Lin of Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall has died, the one responsible—our Southern War Zone, Su Mu General Star]

In an instant, Hong Lie’s expression changed dramatically, a burst of scalp tingling, and his phone dropped to the ground.

"Chief, chief... what’s happening over there...?"

"What happened?"

An urgent inquiry came from the other end of the phone.

Whew-----

Hong Lie came back to his senses, his expression exceptionally grave, finally understanding why Su Mu made that call to him that night.

"Su Mu, this guy, he really wants to poke a hole right through the sky this time..."

Hong Lie took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and spoke solemnly.

"From now on, I want you to give your utmost attention, even if you have to forgo food and drink. Keep a tight watch, not even a single unfamiliar fly gets in..."

"Reinforcements will arrive soon."

Forgoing food and drink to stay alert?

Reinforcements?!

What on earth happened?

The man on the bench looked puzzled; it was the first time he’d heard the chief’s voice carry such urgency.

...

Xiangchu Province, People’s Labor Square Pedestrian Street, bustling with people.

At a crossroad, pedestrians complained as they looked up at a massive screen.

"What on earth is going on? Why hasn’t the live stream resumed?"

"Seriously, which channel’s live stream is this? It’s like a bunch of amateurs!"

"But do you think that Su Mu is really going to fight a grandmaster? Or is it just scripted?"

"Do you even need to ask? It’s definitely scripted, otherwise, I can’t believe it would cut off so conveniently."

A tall figure adjusted his hat brim, walked through the crowd, and entered a noodle shop.

"One bowl of stewed pork noodles, extra noodles."

"Got it."

The owner shouted and turned into the kitchen behind a glass window, soon lifting the steamer lid, sending out clouds of steam, then took several handfuls of noodles and placed them in boiling water, stirring with long bamboo chopsticks.

Soon, a steaming bowl of stewed pork noodles was on the table.

Su Mu picked up a pair of chopsticks, watching the calm surface of the soup.

He knew very well.

Sima Lin’s death was just the beginning.

Once Sima Xie dies next,

The storm will truly begin.

In the next second, a pair of chopsticks sharply plunged into the soup, breaking its calm completely, causing the soup to ripple and splatter onto the table.

Su Mu took a deep breath, smiling as he picked up a bite of noodles with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

"Buzz-------"

The phone on the table vibrated, receiving an anonymous text.

"No. 15, Alley 1, Pedestrian Street, New World Entertainment Club, Tianzi No. 1 Room."

Su Mu glanced over, quickly finished slurping the noodles, ate the piece of braised pork in one bite, then drank all the soup, took a napkin, and wiped the oil stains from his lips.

"Boss, bill please."

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