Super God: One Punch and You're Dead — Compromise, or Flattery?

From the shattered wall, the view in the distance was rather nice.

The sound of collapsing walls continued. Principal Ryze smiled helplessly and followed behind Lin Yan as they left the building one after the other.

BOOM!

The office building was completely destroyed.

Just moments ago, Ryze had boasted that this place was even sturdier than the training ground with its special protective barrier.

It was not just Jace—Ryze had lost as well.

Perhaps it was time for him to step off the stage of history and entrust Earth's future to the younger generation.

That old Huaxia saying was right—blue comes from indigo, yet surpasses indigo.

No.

A chill ran down Ryze's spine, and his heart filled with shock.

Lin Yan was absolutely not the blue that came from indigo. He belonged to a civilization even more ancient than the Shenhe Civilization that had descended upon Earth. Whether in wisdom, physique, or energy manipulation, he stood at the pinnacle of the universe.

Even if he was not at this very moment, he certainly would be in the near future.

A lion always awakened little by little.

"This building is quite old... no, it has only been a few decades. It really is time to rebuild it."

Ryze looked incomparably awkward, as though he had just been slapped across the face.

An absolute difference in strength!

He felt as though he had been ruthlessly stomped beneath Lin Yan's feet and thoroughly trampled.

This ancient deity!

He was a mystery.

Perhaps they would never solve it. They could only wait and see whether anyone else in this vast universe had the ability to unravel this mystery.

A person flashed through Ryze's mind.

Perhaps.

Only God of Death Karl.

Lin Yan was somewhat satisfied as well. This Planet Level Dark Energy completely crushed a Third Generation Super Soldier. The Third Generation Divine Body still needed further testing.

As for fourth-generation bodies like Holy Keisha and Morgana.

There was no rush.

He could take it slowly.

Quite a few people had heard the commotion and hurried over, only to be driven away by Principal Ryze.

"Lord Lin Yan! You won!"

A thought flashed through Ryze's mind. He piled a brilliant smile onto his face. "I have one small request. I wonder if Lord Lin Yan would..."

Compromise, or Flattery? Bonus Chapter for Vote Tickets

"I have one small request. I wonder if Lord Lin Yan would..."

Ryze was highly renowned and held a certain degree of authority throughout the universe. He was even admired by God of Death Karl. Moreover, this ancient monster who had lived for ten thousand years was among the first to sense the terror of the Void, even perceiving the Void's existence in his dreams.

And Ryze's blue skin and blue eyes were mysteries in themselves.

For a man like him to humbly refer to himself as "I," while respectfully addressing a fifteen-year-old boy who had only just emerged as "Lord," was truly unprecedented.

Miss also reined in her lofty arrogance. Her eyes flickered as she looked at Lin Yan, and she even felt a young girl's admiration for him.

"Call me Lin Yan."

Being called "Lord" by an old man gave him goosebumps all over.

However, his words were not a suggestion, but an order.

With the temperament of a youth, he was not some seasoned old fox to begin with. Besides, absolute strength was what gave one the right to speak.

"Lin Yan, there is something we wish to ask of you."

Ryze's smile never faded.

The principal's dignity prevented him from bowing and scraping, but the temptation before him was too great, and Ryze was still weighing his options.

"Miss, go see whether that big idiot Jerry is dead yet."

Ryze gave her a look. He clearly wanted to send Miss away so that he could speak with Lin Yan alone.

In other words, their conversation was confidential.

Miss did not have the authority to know the details.

The sound of leather boots striking the ground gradually faded into the distance. Ryze had also issued a strict order: during this time, no one was to come within five hundred meters of this place.

They arrived at a small garden.

Lush greenery surrounded them, and the scenery was rather pleasant.

"I, Ryze, swear in the name of the principal and the ancestors of the Deno Civilization that Comrade Qi Lin will receive the very best treatment. Your two-bedroom apartment will also be upgraded to a detached villa, with benefits on par with the principal's."

"The academy will provide all three meals a day."

"Additionally, there will be a subsidy of one hundred thousand Huaxia dollars."

"Two hourly workers will be assigned to handle the cleaning and maintenance of the house."

Ryze said with a straight face.

Such treatment was absolutely unprecedented in the history of the Super Seminary. Even Qiangwei, General Dukao's daughter, had never received benefits like these.

It surpassed hers by miles.

"No need for three meals a day. My sister likes to cook."

"Alright, then we'll provide fresh ingredients instead. Comrade Qi Lin may specify what kinds of ingredients she wants."