High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 319 - 268: One Step Forward, Grandmaster Awaits!
Not only that...
At this moment, Su Mu slowly closed his eyes, and within his Sea of Consciousness, the Crystal Human Form slowly opened its eyes. In that instant, the condensed Spiritual Power flowed through his limbs, veins, and blood.
In the next second.
A sharp and domineering aura flowed, then completely merged into his flesh and blood.
The Qi Blood Flood Dragon served as the foundation, linking pure spiritual power with seventy percent of his formidable Sword Momentum.
Su Mu slowly opened his eyes and extended his right hand, a powerful and terrifying aura appearing in his palm. This force contained Qi and Blood, Spiritual Power, and Martial Momentum.
"I am very close to becoming a Grandmaster... very close."
Su Mu suddenly clenched his right hand, the three forces on his body retracting, while the heart in his chest beat powerfully, giving him an immensely strong premonition.
As soon as he takes a step forward.
Then with a single breath, the Grandmaster’s pressure belonging to him, the Grandmaster’s Force Field, will completely form.
Between regular Sixth Level Martial Artists and a Grandmaster lies a vast chasm. Apart from the Martial Arts Golden Body, the key lies in the Grandmaster’s Force Field. While in the Force Field, unless they can break through, a martial artist below Grandmaster level can only exert thirty percent of their strength at best.
And at this moment, Su Mu has a strong premonition that as long as he takes that step, his Qi and Blood, Spiritual Power, and Martial Momentum will instantly surpass the current bottleneck and reach an entirely new realm, then his Martial Arts Golden Body will begin to coalesce.
"That’s right, just a step forward is... a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"
"But not just a Grandmaster..."
Currently, his Sword Momentum is already at the level of a Sword Dao Grandmaster, and his Qi and Blood is just one step away from the true Great Grandmaster level. A step forward wouldn’t simply be becoming a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
Su Mu’s eyes flickered with brilliance as he whispered.
Even though he clearly hasn’t coalesced the Three Flowers or sealed the Three Jiao Gate, the premonition is extremely strong and immensely clear.
What he possesses is the "Third-Turned Refining Technique" that transcends the limits.
Surpassing the limits and having self-created the "Essence Blood Secret Technique" and "Surging Waves Saber Technique."
Above human martial arts, "Fixed Star Body Refining Technique" and "Crystal Visualization Technique."
Beyond Martial Saint, the secret of power passed down through the purple shadow, "Secret of Power" and "Six Paths Reincarnation Fist."
...
"The path I, Su Mu, have taken..."
"Actually has long been entirely different from this era’s human martial artists, and also different from the inherently powerful Relic Giants. Humans are weak, but being weak is not shameful; weakness means infinite possibilities."
"Weakness, struggle, constant transformation, this is the Martial Arts path unique to me, Su Mu. The realm classification of contemporary human martial artists is not entirely applicable to me."
The blood bead that was hanging on him dripped into the bathtub.
Plop.
Su Mu slightly raised his head, at this moment he was standing on the edge of the Grandmaster realm, and if he wished, he could step into the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster without needing the Three Flowers.
But he was not willing to take that step yet.
Su Mu shook his head, a hint of killing intent flickering in his eyes.
"Now is not the time for a breakthrough."
He had his own plans.
Su Mu stepped out of the bathtub and came to the shower head, cold water fell, and then was instantly evaporated into billowing white steam by his scalding body.
"If I take this step, I might directly be able to fight a Great Grandmaster; once I become a Grandmaster, I will surely be earth-shattering, and even a Great Grandmaster will have cause to fear me..."
"That would make opponents afraid, make people flee."
"So now is not the time for a breakthrough."
"Moreover, my current accumulation hasn’t reached its limit, the foundation can be more perfect."
Cold water continuously poured down, water droplets sliding along his powerful and graceful muscle lines. After a long time, Su Mu’s body temperature slowly cooled down.
Su Mu suppressed the strong premonition for a breakthrough.
In front of the mirror, Su Mu looked at his body, more defined than before, having absorbed several thousand pounds of Spirit Marrow and ten Grandmaster-level Blood Cores, he could clearly feel a temporary sense of fullness in his blood and cells.
The transformation of the second stage of Fixed Star Body Refining Technique was continuously accumulating strength.
Su Mu transformed his hand into a blade, slicing across his palm, leaving only a fleeting white mark.
Hmm?!
Su Mu’s heart moved, the Blade Qi in his lungs activated, the Blade Qi sharp, but this time breaking through the skin was far more difficult than before.
"Interesting, in that case, how about this?"
The Sword Momentum surged from his palm, this time his highly flexible skin dented to a certain extent before revealing a faint golden blood line.
A drop of faint golden blood oozed out, dense like mercury, faintly emitting a pressure.
Then, the wound on his palm caused by the Sword Momentum healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no trace.
"These days, the strength of my flesh has improved quite a bit compared to before. Now, I’m afraid without using Fixed Star Body Refining Technique, those below Grandmaster wielding a Grandmaster Weapon can’t easily breach my defenses."
Su Mu reached a conclusion that even he found surprising.
"Most likely due to the exercise from the Beast Tide and the Power of Destiny."
Su Mu quickly speculated.
But little did he know, during this time subduing the Beast Tide, commanding various divisions in the Yun Province War Zone, and the battle with Ye Wanqing brought him an unexpected and terrifying Power of Destiny.
The Power of Destiny continuously nurtured Su Mu in all aspects during this time, subtly yet significantly enhancing him.
Su Mu cleaned himself up and changed into clothes, then looked at his phone, seeing a message from Uncle Hong saying the combat aircraft will arrive in two hours.
"There’s still some time, I can stretch my muscles a bit."
"There’s a construction site in the outskirts, let’s head there."
At this moment, Su Mu felt a blazing heat within, a raging fire burning in his heart, urging him to unleash it.
"Foodie, you stay here and wait for me. I’ll be back soon."
Foodie opened his eyes to glance at Su Mu, then fell back into a sweet slumber. Foodie was currently in his infancy stage, having just been born not long ago, and was in a phase of sleeping heavily.
Leaving the cultivation room, Su Mu arrived at the Martial Arts Association Building.
Outside, a man in a white suit approached, pulling one black and one white large leather suitcase. He wore a white hat, and his features bore the characteristics of Huaxia and another country.
The man had light blonde hair and a faint smile on his mixed-race face, attracting many of the women in the Martial Arts Association hall.
As for most others, they were captivated by the tall and handsome figure of Su Mu emerging from the elevator.
Hmm?
The blonde man, who usually became the center of attention almost each time he appeared, felt somewhat dissatisfied and glanced at Su Mu.
As they brushed past each other, Su Mu felt as if there were a furnace blazing beside him. A strong Qi and blood emanated from the man’s body, causing a slight flutter in Su Mu’s chest, eager to release some energy outside.
At that moment, Su Mu glanced at the man, their eyes meeting, and a trace of astonishment flickered in the man’s eyes.
Su Mu’s eyes were deep and tranquil.
Grandmaster!
This man was a martial arts grandmaster.
Su Mu was moved inwardly, but the feeling quickly faded as he found the man uninteresting; the man’s Qi and blood were somewhat weak. Compared to Uncle Zhong from the Provincial Martial Arts Association and Uncle Hong from the War Zone, he was considerably weaker, only slightly stronger than Uncle Li.
The only peculiar thing was that the man’s Qi and blood fluctuations were somewhat restless and gave Su Mu the impression of a fierce beast rather than a normal martial artist.
"Perhaps there are differences in martial arts cultivation systems between different countries."
Su Mu didn’t think much of it as such people really didn’t interest him.
Although the man was a martial arts grandmaster, his presence posed no threat to the current Su Mu.
"Huaxia is a vast country in this world, and Lin’an in Zhejiang Province is also an international metropolis. Foreign grandmasters visiting is not unusual."
Thus, after taking a glance, Su Mu withdrew his gaze.
The blonde man looked at Su Mu with surprise in his heart. It’s rare to see such a handsome man. He quickly smiled at Su Mu and doffed his hat as a salute.
Not being one to strike a smiling face, Su Mu nodded slightly in response and left the Martial Arts Association hall.
...
A taxi slowly pulled over, and on the roadside, a person wearing a mask, shrouded entirely in a gray trench coat, waved continuously.
As the person got into the car, they didn’t forget to glance back a few times.
"Driver, to the city outskirts."
The voice from beneath the trench coat was especially low, but it could be heard that it was a woman deliberately lowering her voice, which made the driver hesitate for a moment before asking.
"The outskirts, do you want to go to the eastern city outskirts, or western...?"
"Either is fine, just drive to whichever is closer. Hurry up." The woman directly interrupted the driver’s words and urged.
The taxi driver in his forties glanced through the rearview mirror at the woman, slightly frowning. This person seemed quite odd.
"Is this enough?"
At this moment, the woman directly pulled out a wad of hundred-yuan bills from her trench coat.
"Enough, it’s enough."
"Then hurry up and drive."
"Ah, okay."
Accepting the wad of cash, the driver thought no more of it. Earlier, he noticed tattoos on the hand the woman extended and a strong smell of smoke and alcohol coming from her.
The driver guessed this woman was probably a gambler or perhaps someone from that kind of profession. He had seen many like this, likely avoiding debt collectors right now?
"Who cares, as long as there’s money. I’m just a driver!"
The accelerator roared, and the vehicle quickly headed towards the eastern city outskirts. Outside an abandoned factory, the woman stopped the driver and then got off.
The woman looked around anxiously before taking out her phone.
"I’ll send you my location now, come pick me up quickly."
"Okay."
A voice with a strange accent came from the other end of the line.
Not long after, two points of light lit up in the darkness, and a vehicle drove towards the abandoned factory.
"Finally, it’s here!"
In the dark, desolate suburbs, no one would drive here just for leisure. Seeing the approaching vehicle, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it you, Ford?"
The vehicle stopped at the entrance of the abandoned factory, and under the blinding high beams, the car door opened, revealing a figure the woman was familiar with.
The woman immediately showed a happy expression and ran towards the vehicle.
Just as she approached the vehicle, a sudden snapping sound echoed in the scene.
The woman’s steps halted abruptly, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints.
The silhouette was emitted by the person getting out of the car. The figure in the woman’s eyes threw its head back abruptly, twisting its neck in an inhuman manner by 180 degrees, and then toppled backward, swaying as it fell.
"This body is too fragile, couldn’t you have held on a bit longer? I wanted to give you a surprise.
"But it’s fine, I’ve got you now... you filthy little thief."
A man dressed in a black suit, wearing a black hat, with a head of silver hair casually tossed the body from his hand onto the ground, then reached into his chest to pull out a white handkerchief to wipe his hands.
"You’re from... Dark Demon Society, Ghost Level, Thirteenth rank... Black Suit?!"
The woman was pale, her hands clasped around her chest as she collapsed to the ground, trembling as she spoke.
