Su Yi, the God of Slaughter's Past! (Please Bear with Me! Thank You for Your Support!)

"Awake?"

Su Yi had just awakened from unconsciousness. As he stared at the starry sky overhead, Bibi Dong's voice reached his ears.

"What's the next training?"

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Su Yi struggled to sit up.

Bibi Dong, who was sitting beside Su Yi, frowned slightly at his question.

Looking at Su Yi sitting up, she raised her delicate hand into a fist and rapped him directly on the head.

"Next training, next training—are you trying to train yourself to death?"

"Do you not want your body anymore?"

Although Bibi Dong's tone was angry, Su Yi could hear the concern in her words.

But he did not know how to answer.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "If I don't proceed to the next training, what else is there to do?"

As Bibi Dong listened to Su Yi's words, she saw confusion in those cold eyes of his for the first time.

Looking at the confusion in Su Yi's eyes, Bibi Dong frowned slightly.

"What exactly did you go through before?"

Hearing that, Su Yi fell silent.

Before? At that thought, Su Yi recalled the pitch-black, gloomy cave where there had once been over a hundred children.

He had been one of them.

Every day, all they did was train without end.

During that life-threatening training, dozens of children died under the intense regimen.

Gradually, anyone who failed to meet the training standards would be eliminated.

Elimination meant death.

Once the most basic physical training was over, only a little over thirty children remained from the hundreds who had originally been in the cave.

Each of those surviving children was barely over ten years old, yet could easily take down five or six grown men.

After the physical training ended, the survivors began learning various assassination techniques, weapon handling, and other knowledge.

Three years later, the more than thirty children, now around fourteen or fifteen years old, had all become cold-blooded killers proficient in every kind of weapon.

Once all those lessons had been completed, the killers who could already fight one against five grew even stronger.

Their final lesson was to place each of them among a hundred prisoners.

Eliminate them all, and they would pass.

Fail to kill them, and they would lose their own lives.

After that final lesson, two of the remaining thirty-two died inside.

Another five were crippled, and three were seriously injured.

Those eight no longer had any value, so their lives were ended directly.

In the end, only twenty-two remained.

These twenty-two children, only fifteen or sixteen years old, had passed a test that only Gold Medal Killers could pass.

Just when even Su Yi thought it was all over, their Gold Medal Killer instructor stood before them and said coldly, "Congratulations. You have graduated."

"However, the final graduation lesson of your lives is this: only one of you will be able to walk out of here."

The moment the instructor finished speaking, they, who had already endured a brutal battle, immediately attacked the people standing beside them.

None of the twenty-two had weapons. They all fought barehanded.

To them, their bodies were weapons.

Elbows, knees, fists, palms, feet, heads—every part was a weapon to attack their opponents.

They had mastered every fatal weakness of the human body, and every attack targeted those vital points.

Fail to block one, and they would lose their lives.

After a slaughter like raising venomous insects in a jar, Su Yi emerged victorious.

He had always been the most outstanding among them.

At the final stage, only five remained.

The other four joined forces to attack him. Su Yi pressed four fingers together and dodged the first person's attack.

Those four joined fingers pierced straight through the man's throat.

After pulling them free, Su Yi's terrifying instinctive reaction made him spin around and seize the throat of the person behind him who was trying to ambush him.

He squeezed, crushed it, and let go. The man collapsed to the ground like a heap of mud.

But Su Yi was also struck in the arm by one of them. His left arm was broken, and he was sent flying.

The person who broke Su Yi's arm had originally intended to punch him in the back of the heart and kill him outright.

Unfortunately, Su Yi's reaction was too fast. He used his left arm to block that fatal attack.

The last person charged straight at him. Su Yi, who had just fallen to the ground, borrowed the momentum to flip himself over. Instead of retreating, he lunged forward and pounced on the man.

He opened his mouth and bit down on the man's throat, spraying blood across his face.

Casually shoving the nearly dying man aside, Su Yi began fighting the last remaining person.

Su Yi and the man both threw punches into each other's chests. Two ribs on each of them were broken by the other's blow.

After suffering such a fatal injury, a savage smile appeared on Su Yi's face.

Because he had won.

The person standing before him fell to the ground and died.

His broken ribs had pierced his heart, killing him.

Yet Su Yi had clearly been struck in the left side of his chest, where the heart should have been.

But his broken ribs had only slightly injured his lung.

Because he had been born different, one in ten thousand.

His heart was not on the left side. It was on the right.

That saved his life and allowed him to survive.

When the Gold Medal Killer instructor saw the final exchange between Su Yi and that child, the disappointment in his eyes vanished. As he watched the surviving Su Yi walk toward him, his eyes filled with disbelief and brilliance.

Looking at Su Yi approaching him, the Gold Medal Killer instructor took out a dagger and tossed it to Su Yi. "Kill me. That will be your final lesson. Press this, and someone will come pick you up!"

Su Yi caught the dagger and directly ended the instructor who had taught them for three years, whose name they had never even known.

The dagger pierced the instructor's heart. The instructor weakly knelt before Su Yi, his eyes brimming with excitement.

Blood spilled from his mouth as he stared at Su Yi with incomparable fervor and said, "The God of Slaughter Plan has succeeded!"

After being taken away, he became Tianming's only God of Slaughter.

Only after a long while did Su Yi seal that memory away again and reply coldly, "Survival of the fittest."

With just those four words, Bibi Dong could imagine how cruel that child's past had been.

Otherwise, a mere child could not possibly possess such a cold heart, nor train himself to the point of unconsciousness while still asking what the next training was.

At that thought, Bibi Dong stroked Su Yi's little head and said softly, "Right now, what you need to do is rest properly."

"With me, there is no survival of the fittest."

"You are my disciple, and I am your teacher."

Su Yi looked into Bibi Dong's eyes, filled with gentleness and a trace of heartache for him, and for a moment, he was stunned.