Your Resentment Towards Me Isn't Deep Enough

Difficult to know like shadows, moving like thunder!

Gao Jin's sword sheath shot out a green light that Le Yu couldn't dodge!

The danger Yin Yinyin spoke of was exactly this—even if Le Yu was prepared, the mole could still use moves that Le Yu couldn't evade or block. At best, Le Yu would be heavily injured and humiliated; at worst… Le Yu would be forced to switch to a new car!

But to be fair, Le Yu was quite satisfied with Qian Yuliu's supercar at the moment. After all, it was young, its headlights were bright, its horsepower was ample, and it was very comfortable to drive. Unless he truly faced the overwhelming power of a Lamborghini-tier luxury car, Le Yu would certainly resist to the end!

As Le Yu braced himself for a severe injury, the green light had already entered his abdomen, tearing his clothes, and then…

Then there was no "then."

Le Yu felt as if his stomach had been poked, but for him, possessing the Low Health Constitution, this poke was no more painful than stepping on a Lego brick.

That's it? That's it? That's it?

Le Yu swept his left leg, kicking Gao Jin in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel. He tightly gripped Gao Jin's right wrist, pinning him down. "Surrender, or say goodbye to your darling wife."

'Darling wife? What darling wife…' Before Gao Jin could voice his confusion, he felt a sharp pain in his right wrist. The pain of a dislocated joint made him gasp, letting out a muffled groan, his face covered in cold sweat.

Le Yu looked at Gao Jin with new respect. Brother, your wrist is practically twisted into a pretzel by me, and you still haven't made a sound. I salute you as a true man.

"Give up!"

Lin Xue decisively stopped the duel. Le Yu snorted, kicked Gao Jin's backside, sending him flying back into the crowd, then lowered his head to examine his injuries.

The clothes on his left abdomen were pierced, and there was a distinct purple mark on his stomach, as if he'd been hit with a hammer. Although he was injured, it wasn't serious. According to Qian Yuliu's common sense, as long as he went to the Medical Officer Department and found a skilled old master for a massage, it would basically clear the bruise and promote circulation.

Le Yu's expression was grim: "Your last move, could it be…"

"That's right, it was the Seven Emotions Combat Arts." Gao Jin was helped to his feet, panting as he glared at Le Yu, gritting his teeth. "Although I made rapid progress in the Seven Emotions Combat Arts fueled by anger, I haven't practiced it for long. Otherwise, that Sheath Sword Light just now would have pierced you through and cut you in half! How hateful!"

"So it was the Seven Emotions Combat Arts," Le Yu realized.

The Seven Emotions Combat Arts, among the Eighteen Combat Arts of Huiyao, is a very unique system, placing extremely high demands on practitioners—these demands aren't about family background, physique, or intelligence, but emotional requirements.

Unlike other combat arts that require practitioners to maintain a 'calm heart' at all times, the Seven Emotions Combat Arts demands that practitioners be in a state of intense emotional arousal at all times. Intense emotions like great joy, great anger, great sorrow, great fear, great love, great hatred, and great desire all provide tremendous boosts to the Seven Emotions Combat Arts.

A Seven Emotions Martial Artist can taint their Mental Power with emotions, thereby influencing the construction of light, and even assimilating the light of heaven and earth. This is a combat art that cannot be learned by rote, and its upper and lower limits are extremely vast.

During past periods of war, there were once scions who experienced the fall of their nation and the ruin of their homes, witnessed prosperity fade, and then immersed themselves in the Seven Emotions Combat Arts. They turned white-haired overnight, learned the sword in the morning, entered the enemy camp by dusk, and with one person and one sword, cut through an army of a hundred thousand, beheaded the enemy chief, and then returned to their dilapidated old home, dying of a quiet heart.

Simply put, this is a protagonist's combat art that can unleash a small cosmos, akin to Sacrifice (Game) of parents for boundless magic. However, very few strong individuals have become famous through this combat art; most people can't even get started.

This is a very normal thing. For example, many people think they have depression, but most are simply forcing sorrow for a new poetic expression. Many emotions they believe to be earth-shattering are actually not that big of a deal. And the Seven Emotions Combat Arts can only be truly mastered by orphans who have experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.

As far as Le Yu knew, Gao Jin was indeed an orphan, and Lin Jinyao was not only his mentor but practically a father figure.

As for Gao Jin cultivating the Seven Emotions Combat Arts, Le Yu wasn't surprised—because the Seven Emotions Combat Arts was one of the combat arts taught at the Military Academy!

For the warriors of their Military Academy, the Seven Emotions Combat Arts was actually a lottery ticket, or rather, an insurance policy.

After all, life is unpredictable. Perhaps tomorrow their entire family will die, perhaps they'll turn white-haired overnight, perhaps they'll become deeply embroiled in the seven emotions and become peerless experts?

Moreover, Military Academy warriors either go to war or become Patrol Guards, constantly brushing shoulders with death. It's easy for them to get started with the seven emotions, and it's even common for them to suddenly burst forth with the seven emotions in danger and counterattack!

After experiencing great changes, many people will try to cultivate the Seven Emotions Combat Arts. If they don't succeed, it means their hatred isn't deep enough. If they do succeed, their combat power will increase—a guaranteed profit!

Look at Gao Jin. Originally, he could only be beaten by Le Yu. Now he can inflict 1 hp of damage on Le Yu, which shows the power of the Seven Emotions Combat Arts!

Seeing Le Yu's look of sudden realization, Gao Jin couldn't help but wonder, "Didn't you see it just now?"

"Your last move was too weak. I thought it was some kind of useless combat art you created yourself, and I didn't connect it to the Seven Emotions Combat Arts at all," Le Yu said honestly.

Gao Jin most likely unleashed his anger and resentment just now, polluting light with his Mental Power, and after already firing a sword light, he gathered and unleashed it again. Unfortunately, his technique was still insufficient. He was like a fat guy who couldn't even do a single pull-up, only able to shoot a small stream of green light filled with resentment that couldn't even pierce Le Yu's abs.

Pfft—

Gao Jin spat out a mouthful of old blood and passed out directly.

Keep it up, big brother who glows green. Your resentment towards me isn't deep enough.

Thinking that his words would help Gao Jin advance further in the Seven Emotions Combat Arts, Le Yu couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The life of a good person was just so simple, unpretentious, and interesting.

"Who's next?"

"I am."

Xia Lingo stepped forward, hands hanging at his sides, right foot taking a step forward, silently looking at Le Yu.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to step out, Le Yu wouldn't have found him—he wore ordinary clothes, his appearance was unremarkable, and his eyes seemed to be squinted as if not fully open, giving him an extremely low presence.

Not to mention the flamboyant Gao Jin, even the Patrol Guards watching nearby had more presence than him.

Xia Lingo didn't talk much, and his facial expressions were completely blank. Le Yu found it hard to sense any hostility from him. He was like a robot performing a task; at first glance, there was nothing surprising about him, but a closer look would inspire fear—people you can't read are the most terrifying, because you can't predict their next move.

Could he be the mole?

Gao Jin was completely dominated throughout the fight, and even his desperate counterattack was as weak and powerless as a man in bed three years into marriage. His suspicion as a mole was naturally ruled out.

Compared to Gao Jin, the quiet and unassuming Xia Lingo seemed to have more suspicion of being the mole. After all, low-key is the best camouflage for a mole, both reducing others' suspicion and giving oneself room to retreat.

A mole like Qian Yuliu, who acts erratically and has a notorious reputation, if they can't clear their name and be rehabilitated in the end, basically faces only death. There's no possibility of them leaving the underworld and washing their hands.

"Please."

Bang!

Without further ado, Le Yu still started with Wild Bite, his palm force tearing through the air, Light Burst cascading down. His subsequent moves were endless. As long as Xia Lingo showed the slightest opening, Le Yu would relentlessly follow up with a deadly combo, like a tenacious bite into the green mountains!

Whoosh!

A streak of light flashed past, interrupting Le Yu's Wild Bite from a distance!

Le Yu put his hands up to block, only to realize that after Xia Lingo's sweeping kick, he had actually jumped into a two-hit combo of consecutive kicks!

He's underestimating me if he thinks kicks are enough…

While leg techniques surpass punches and palms in terms of range and power, their weaknesses are far more apparent—if you can't immediately retract your leg, or if an enemy even grabs your calf, you'll be subjected to a relentless barrage from your opponent!

Biting Combat Arts · Torrential Spit Wild Bite!

Wham! Wham!

Le Yu took two steps back, blocking twice in quick succession. Seizing an opportunity, he grabbed Xia Lingo's calf, pulling him off balance, making it clear that one shouldn't try to kick people in the face when out and about!

However, Xia Lingo showed no panic when Le Yu grabbed his calf. Instead, he bent his knee, exerted force from his waist, and using Le Yu's momentum, propelled himself towards Le Yu mid-air, landing a punch!

Le Yu felt a powerful gust of wind in front of him, and the Light Burst was like a cannon, stinging his eyes and face. He immediately abandoned the idea of taking the punch to the face. His left palm, using Torrential Spit, blocked the attack, and at the same time, he released his grip on Xia Lingo's calf, letting him fall to create an opening for a counterattack!

But Xia Lingo, instead, grabbed Le Yu's hand, kicking him mid-air, then used the momentum to punch him again. His hands and feet rained down on Le Yu like a meteor shower, swift as the wind, fierce as fire!

Clang clang clang clang!

The sounds of colliding forces were ceaseless. Under the chaotic Light Burst, those around couldn't even see what was happening inside, feeling pain in their eyes and tightness in their chests!

Suddenly, the two separated after an exchange of blows. Le Yu retreated three steps before finally stopping his momentum, heavily exhaling a breath of stale air and spitting out some residual blood. He asked, "Eight Rice Flow?"

"Eight Rice Flow," Xia Lingo replied, his hands hanging naturally, trembling slightly. "Pouncing Combat Arts."