75: Chapter 75, leave the rest to me.

The giant holographic Arena of a hundred thousand people felt as if it had been put on mute.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Arena Two, staring at the black figure who had appeared out of thin air and extinguished the sea of fire covering the sky with a single slap.

"Beep— Beep— Beep—"

A few seconds later, a rapid electronic alarm finally broke the silence.

"The energy shield of Arena Two is damaged! Medical team! Get up there quickly!" The staff of the Exam Committee woke up as if from a dream and shouted hoarsely into their walkie-talkies.

Below the ring, everything was in chaos.

Su Chen was completely deaf to the noise around him.

He half-squatted on the scorched ring, his left hand steadily supporting Jiang Feng's back.

At this moment, Jiang Feng's condition was extremely horrific. There was not a single patch of intact flesh on his entire body, and his skin was charred and peeling from the high temperature. Especially at his knees and wrist joints, white bone was even visible.

If it weren't for his robust Titan Giant Bear Bloodline foundation, coupled with the [Iron Body] protection Su Chen had taught him, the high-temperature fire whips from those few minutes would have long since roasted him into a pile of charcoal.

Su Chen's eyes darkened slightly, and his right hand quickly reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a small jade bottle. This was a high-grade healing Medicinal Pill he had casually taken when he previously plundered the Blood Axe Gang's vault in the Underground Black Market.

With a light flick of his thumb, he popped open the cork.

Su Chen directly crushed an entire emerald-green Medicinal Pill that was emitting a rich medicinal fragrance, stuffing it into Jiang Feng's chapped mouth without hesitation.

The medicine melted the moment it entered his mouth. A pure and gentle energy instantly dissolved, acting like a layer of cool water film, tightly protecting Jiang Feng's Dantian, Qi Sea, and heart vessels, which were already on the verge of collapse.

Feeling the fatty's breathing gradually stabilize—though weak, his vital signs were preserved—Su Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Su Chen!"

An anxious shout came from the edge of the ring.

Instructor Lin Yi of the Cannon Fodder Class, ignoring the security guards' attempts to stop him, was the first to break through the shattered protective barrier, stumbling onto the ring.

Instructor Lin Yi looked at the charred Jiang Feng, his eyes instantly turning red, and his voice trembled. "These beasts... to actually use such lethal force in an exam!"

Su Chen looked up at the sweat-drenched Instructor Lin Yi.

He gently lifted Jiang Feng from his lap and handed him over to Instructor Lin Yi.

"Instructor Lin, take him down."

Su Chen's voice was very calm, devoid of tearful grief or indignation, but beneath this calm lay a heavy sadness that made one's heart ache.

"He is a real man."

Su Chen looked at the unconscious fatty and said softly, "He didn't bring shame to our Cannon Fodder Class."

Choosing death over kneeling, fighting to the end without retreating. This fatty indeed deserved to be called a brother by Su Chen.

Instructor Lin Yi held Jiang Feng tightly and nodded heavily. This veteran, who bled but never cried on the battlefield, now had a trace of tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Leave him to me, the medical team will be here soon." Instructor Lin Yi stood up with Jiang Feng in his arms. "Su Chen, you..."

"I'm fine."

Su Chen interrupted him, slowly standing up straight in the center of the ring.

"Leave the rest to me."

Looking at Su Chen's expressionless profile, Instructor Lin Yi said nothing more. He turned and strode off the ring, leaving the space to the medical team.

On the ring, the blackened alloy floor was still emitting wisps of white smoke.

Su Chen turned his head. His gaze pierced through the swirling smoke and fell upon Zhao Kuang on the opposite side.

At this moment, Zhao Kuang was wearing that extremely flashy, multi-million-dollar S-grade Glittering Gold Psionic Armor, with dark gold flames still flickering slightly on the armor.

He looked at Su Chen across from him.

There was no expected shouting or swearing, nor did Su Chen rush forward in a fit of rage to fight to the death.

Su Chen just stood there quietly, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

Those deep, dark eyes were as cold as frost.

There was not a single trace of human emotion.

Zhao Kuang had seen that kind of gaze once before in a school classroom. It was like an aloof Shinigami quietly staring at a corpse that had long since grown cold.

Being stared at by those completely cold eyes, Zhao Kuang's heart twitched without warning.

That feeling of dread, dominated by pure Killing Intent and making even breathing difficult, surged back into his heart like a freezing tide.

"He... he dispersed my Platinum Fireball with a single slap just now?"

The scene of Su Chen stepping onto the stage flashed through Zhao Kuang's mind, and his throat went dry.

Under that moment of extreme horror,

Zhao Kuang's body was not even controlled by his brain; instinctively and in extreme embarrassment, he took half a step backward!

*Thud.*

The heavy metal boot of the combat armor stepped on the iron plate, making a clear, muffled sound.

This half-step backward

Was precisely captured by the floating cameras hovering in the sky.

Through the giant holographic screen above the Arena, it was magnified countless times and displayed without reservation before the eyes of the one hundred thousand spectators.

The entire crowd fell into an uproar.

"He retreated? Zhao Kuang actually retreated?"

"A Martial Artist wearing S-grade armor was scared into taking half a step back just from a glance by someone without psionic energy?"

"What kind of monster is this Su Chen? How is his aura so terrifying!"

Hearing the faint gasps and whispers coming from the stands,

Zhao Kuang's face instantly turned from white to green, then from green to purple, completely flushing the color of pig liver.

Humiliation!

The extreme sense of humiliation made him almost grind his teeth to pieces. In front of a hundred thousand people, before the provincial supervisors and major financial groups, he had actually been frightened into retreating by an F-grade trash!

"Su Chen! How dare you break the rules and force your way onto the ring!"

Flushing with anger and shame, Zhao Kuang bellowed with feigned bravado, dark gold flames condensing in his palm once again. "Do you think you can turn the world upside down just because you're strong? Without a Psionic Shield, I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"

Facing Zhao Kuang's barking, Su Chen still did not speak.

He did not even bother to throw a single word of mockery.

Just then,

"Su Chen! Are you crazy?!"

An extremely sharp, even somewhat exasperated shout suddenly came from the direction of the VIP stands, echoing through half the venue via the amplification equipment.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw Liu Ruyan, dressed in an exquisite custom gown, standing up from her VIP seat.

Grasping the railing with both hands, she shouted anxiously at Su Chen on the ring.

"You don't even have the most basic Defensive Psionic Energy. Facing Zhao Kuang in his S-grade armor, you're bound to die!"

Liu Ruyan's voice carried a high-and-mighty, lecturing tone.

"He will burn you to ashes! Don't act on impulse. If you apply to the referee to forfeit now, there's still time!"

In Liu Ruyan's view, Su Chen's forced entry onto the ring just now was entirely because he was blinded by anger. Although Su Chen had shown astonishing Physical Body strength, in her deeply ingrained understanding of High-Martial Arts, how could a mere mortal body contend with S-grade Elemental Flames?

She felt that stepping forward to advise him now was an act of great mercy at a critical moment to save Su Chen's life. Deep down, she even harbored a sliver of hope—hope that Su Chen would bow his head to her at this moment and acknowledge the insurmountable power of the Elite Families.

On the ring,

Su Chen tilted his head slightly when he heard the voice.

His gaze traveled across the distance, coldly sweeping over the self-righteous Liu Ruyan in the stands.

There was no anger, nor any of their past affection.

There was only the most absolute disgust, as if he were looking at a fly buzzing incessantly in his ear.

Su Chen did not withdraw his gaze, his thin lips parting slightly.

He did not speak into a microphone, but through his subtle control of air vibrations using Observation Haki, his cold voice pierced precisely through the noisy Arena, falling clearly into Liu Ruyan's ears.

"Shut up."

Only these two words.

But each word was like a resounding slap, mercilessly striking Liu Ruyan's exquisite and proud face.

Liu Ruyan froze in place.

Her face instantly flushed bright red, as if she had indeed been slapped in public, burning with pain.

She opened her mouth but found her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, unable to utter another single word. All her sense of superiority and charitable posture were shattered to pieces before these words.

Su Chen withdrew his gaze, no longer bothering with the buffoon in the stands.

He turned his head back, looking at Zhao Kuang opposite him.

There was no unnecessary nonsense.

Su Chen slowly pulled his hands out of the pockets of his Black Combat Suit.

He did not assume any starting stance of a Martial Skill, just letting them hang naturally at his sides.

But at this moment,

Everyone watching the big screen had an illusion.

That black figure, which originally looked slight and completely devoid of Psionic Fluctuations,

Seemed to transform in an instant into an immovable mountain.

Becoming a peerless, murderous blade about to be unsheathed, capable of cutting through all rules.