Your Resentment Toward Me Isn't Deep Enough

Hard to know like the shade, moving like thunder!

The green light shot from Gao Jin's sword sheath was impossible for Le Yu to dodge!

The danger Yin Yinyin had mentioned was exactly this—even if Le Yu was already on guard, the traitor could still use a move that Le Yu couldn't evade or withstand. At best, Le Yu would be humiliated and badly injured; at worst... he would be forced to switch to a new car!

But to be fair, Le Yu was quite satisfied with Qian Yuliu's supercar for now. After all, it was young, had bright headlights, plenty of horsepower, and felt great to drive. Unless he truly faced the crushing superiority of a Lamborghini-class luxury car, Le Yu would definitely resist to the bitter end!

When Le Yu braced himself for serious injury, the green light had already sunk into his abdomen, tearing his clothes apart, and then...

Then nothing happened.

Le Yu felt as if someone had poked him in the stomach, but with his Low Health Constitution, that poke was no more painful than stepping on a LEGO model.

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

Le Yu swept out with his left leg, kicking Gao Jin behind the knee and forcing him to kneel. He locked Gao Jin's right wrist and pinned him down. "Surrender, or say goodbye to your beloved wife."

Beloved wife? What beloved wife...? Before Gao Jin could ask about the doubt in his heart, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his right wrist. The pain of his joint being dislocated made him suck in a breath and let out a muffled groan, his face covered in cold sweat.

Le Yu looked at Gao Jin with newfound respect. Brother, I'm practically twisting your wrist into a pretzel, yet you can still stay silent. I respect you as a real man.

"I concede!"

Lin Xue decisively stopped the duel. Le Yu snorted, kicked Gao Jin in the butt, and sent him flying back into the crowd before lowering his head to inspect his injuries.

The clothes over his left abdomen had been pierced, leaving a distinct purple mark on his stomach, as if someone had hit him with a hammer. Though he was injured, it wasn't serious. According to Qian Yuliu's common knowledge, he basically just needed to find a skilled old hand at the Medical Officer Department to massage it, and the bruising would soon be worked out.

Le Yu's expression turned solemn. "Your final move... could it have been..."

"That's right. It was the Seven Emotions Combat Arts." Supported by others, Gao Jin rose to his feet. He stared at Le Yu while panting heavily and gritted his teeth. "Although my rage let me advance by leaps and bounds in the Seven Emotions Combat Arts, I ultimately haven't practiced for long enough. Otherwise, that Sheath Sword Light just now would have been enough to pierce straight through you and cut you in half! Damn it!"

"So it was the Seven Emotions Combat Arts." Le Yu suddenly understood.

Among Radiance's Eighteen Combat Arts, the Seven Emotions Combat Arts were an exceptionally unique system. They placed extremely high demands on practitioners—not demands regarding family background, constitution, or intelligence, but demands regarding emotions.

Unlike other combat arts, which required practitioners to maintain a "calm heart" at all times, the Seven Emotions Combat Arts required practitioners to remain in a state of emotional agitation every moment. Great joy, great anger, great sorrow, great fear, great love, great hatred, and great desire—all such intense emotions provided tremendous amplification to the Seven Emotions Combat Arts.

A Seven Emotions Martial Artist could use emotions to contaminate their Mental Power, thereby affecting the construction of light and even assimilating the radiance of heaven and earth. It was a combat art that couldn't be learned by rigidly following rules, with an enormous gap between its upper and lower limits.

During the wars of the past, there had once been a spoiled young master whose country and family were destroyed. After witnessing prosperity collapse, he immersed himself in the Seven Emotions Combat Arts and turned white-haired overnight. He studied the sword in the morning, entered the enemy army by evening, slaughtered his way through a hundred thousand troops with a sword in hand, beheaded the enemy commander, then returned to his ruined old home, where his heart fell silent and he died.

Simply put, this was a protagonist's combat art that could make one explode their small universe. It was practically the "sacrifice your parents for boundless power" technique. However, very few experts had managed to make a name for themselves with this combat art. Most people couldn't even take the first step.

That was perfectly normal. For example, many people thought they had depression, but most were merely forcing themselves to feel sad in order to coin a new phrase. Many emotions people believed were earth-shattering were actually nothing special. The Seven Emotions Combat Arts could only be learned by orphans who had truly experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.

As far as Le Yu knew, Gao Jin really was an orphan. To him, Lin Jinyao was not merely a respected teacher—they were practically father and son.

As for Gao Jin practicing the Seven Emotions Combat Arts, Le Yu wasn't surprised either, because the Seven Emotions Combat Arts were originally one of the combat arts taught by the military academy!

To military academy martial artists, the Seven Emotions Combat Arts were essentially a lottery ticket—or rather, an insurance policy.

After all, no one could predict what might happen. Perhaps their entire family would die tomorrow. Perhaps they would turn white-haired overnight. Perhaps they would develop profound emotions and become an unparalleled expert?

Besides, military academy martial artists either went to the battlefield or became Patrol Guards, brushing shoulders with death every day. It was easy for them to enter the Seven Emotions Combat Arts, and sudden breakthroughs in moments of danger that allowed them to counterkill their enemies happened from time to time!

After suffering a major upheaval, many people would try practicing the Seven Emotions Combat Arts. If they failed, it meant their hatred wasn't deep enough; if they succeeded, they could increase their combat power. It was a guaranteed profit with no downside!

Just look at Gao Jin. Originally, he could only be beaten senseless by Le Yu, but now he could knock one point off Le Yu's HP. That showed how powerful the Seven Emotions Combat Arts were!

Seeing Le Yu's look of sudden realization, Gao Jin couldn't help asking, "Didn't you figure it out earlier?"

"Your final move was too weak. I thought it was some useless combat art you'd invented yourself, so I never connected it to the Seven Emotions Combat Arts." Le Yu answered honestly.

Gao Jin had most likely erupted with his own anger and resentment, using his Mental Power to contaminate the radiance and condensing another burst after already releasing his sword light. Unfortunately, his technique was still lacking. He was like a fat guy who couldn't even do a single pull-up, able to shoot only a short streak of green light carrying his resentment—one that couldn't even pierce Le Yu's abdominal muscles.

Pff—

Gao Jin spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted on the spot.

Come on, big brother who can shoot green light. Your resentment toward me isn't deep enough.

Thinking that his words might help Gao Jin progress further in the Seven Emotions Combat Arts, Le Yu couldn't help feeling a surge of comfort. The life of a good person was just this simple, plain, and amusing.

"Who's next?"

"Me."

Xia Lingo stepped forward voluntarily. He let both hands hang at his sides, moved his right foot one step forward, and silently watched Le Yu.

If he hadn't stepped forward himself, Le Yu wouldn't have noticed him at all. He wore ordinary clothes, had thoroughly unremarkable features, and kept his eyes narrowed as if they weren't open at all. His presence was extremely faint.

Never mind the flamboyant Gao Jin—even the Patrol Guards watching from the side had more presence than he did.

Xia Lingo didn't like to talk, and his expression was even more impassive. Le Yu found it difficult to sense any hostility from him. He seemed like a robot carrying out a mission. At first glance, he didn't seem remarkable, but closer observation made him frightening. A person who couldn't be seen through was the most terrifying of all, because you couldn't predict their next move.

Could he be the traitor?

Gao Jin had been completely dominated from start to finish. Even his desperate counterattack had been as feeble and powerless as a married man getting into bed three years after his wedding. His suspicion of being the traitor had naturally been eliminated.

Compared to Gao Jin, the quiet, inconspicuous Xia Lingo seemed far more suspicious of being the traitor. After all, keeping a low profile was the best protective coloration for a traitor. It reduced others' suspicions while leaving room for retreat.

A traitor like Qian Yuliu, who acted recklessly and had a notorious reputation, would basically have only one road left—death—if he couldn't clear his name and receive vindication. There was no possibility of withdrawing from the martial world and retiring with honor.

"Please."

Smack!

Without wasting words, Le Yu still began with Wild Bite. His palm force tore through the air, radiance exploded, and endless transformations followed. As long as Xia Lingo revealed the slightest opening, Le Yu would launch a deadly barrage, biting down on him like an unshakable mountain!

Whoosh!

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

Le Yu raised both hands to block, only to discover that after Xia Lingo swept out with a whip kick, he had leaped into a second consecutive roundhouse kick!

Using your legs? You're looking down on me way too much...

Although leg techniques had greater range and power than punches and palm strikes, their weaknesses were even more obvious. If you couldn't immediately retract your leg, or if the enemy caught your calf, you could only wait for them to pummel you in a storm of attacks!

Biting Combat Arts Exhalation Wild Bite!

Smack! Smack!

Le Yu retreated two steps and blocked twice in succession. He seized the opportunity to grab Xia Lingo's calf and pull him over, throwing him off balance and teaching him that when you went out, you shouldn't use stinky feet to kick people in the face!

However, Xia Lingo showed no panic when Le Yu caught his calf. Instead, he bent his knee and drove power from his waist, borrowing Le Yu's strength to propel himself through the air toward Le Yu and punch him!

Le Yu felt a fierce wind rush into his face. The radiance exploded like cannon fire, stinging his eyes and cheeks with searing pain. He immediately abandoned the idea of taking the punch with his face, blocking with Flood Exhalation from his left palm. At the same time, he released Xia Lingo's calf, letting him lose his support and fall so that he could seek an opportunity to counterattack!

But Xia Lingo instead grabbed Le Yu's hand and launched a kick through the air. After kicking Le Yu, he borrowed the force to advance and punch again. His hands and feet rained down on Le Yu like meteors, swift as the wind and fierce as fire!

Smack, smack, smack, smack!

The sound of force colliding rang out without end. With radiance exploding chaotically, the surrounding people couldn't see what was happening inside. They even felt their eyes sting and their chests grow tight!

Suddenly, the two separated after a clash. Le Yu retreated three steps before stopping his momentum, then heavily exhaled a mouthful of foul air and spat out some remaining blood. He asked, "Eight Rice Flow?"

"Eight Rice Flow." Xia Lingo let both hands hang naturally, though they trembled slightly. "Pouncing Combat Arts."