"Speak, Brandy kid. What do you want from the Wu Clan?" Wu Huiliyang entered an empty guest room, chuckling.
Su Ze smirked inwardly.
Time for the main course.
"You saw me," he said. "You know that old bastard's got his eyes on the Kengan Association."
"Karasuma Renya, huh…" Huiliyang's face flickered with uncertainty.
Su Ze's lips curled. "When I win the final victory, I want the Wu Clan to help me take control of the Kengan."
Huiliyang's head snapped up, his black-and-white eyes locking onto Su Ze. A dark, inky glint flashed in their depths as he let out a hoarse, maniacal laugh.
He recalled his youth, invited by Katahara Metsudo as a fighter, dreaming of seizing the Kengan Association.
Post-war Japan, a land of ruin and opportunity.
Two young men plotting grand ambitions, aiming to forge a new era.
They'd succeeded.
Decades ago, that scene mirrored this one!
Only now, he was old, and not invited as a fighter.
Su Ze watched the cackling old man, awaiting his answer.
Fame and power couldn't be entrusted to others.
If Karasuma Renya could make contingency plans, why couldn't he?
He refused to be a pawn—why he'd left the winery.
If he won, he'd be president.
Even with a dozen assistants, the presidency was his alone!
Lie flat or seize the biggest prize!
With a golden finger, who works for someone else?
"Hahaha, deal!" Huiliyang reined in his laughter, agreeing solemnly.
Pushing another to the Kengan presidency in a new way stirred his dormant blood.
"There's more," Su Ze said, raising a second finger.
Huiliyang raised a brow, listening.
"I want the Wu Clan's Liberation technique," Su Ze said gravely.
He was destined for the Demon Realm.
One demon: tens of thousands of desire points. No brainer.
He needed strong martial power.
Surface-world martial arts were perfect—crafted for combat.
He'd checked with the system: learning Liberation directly cost 40,000 desire points, proof of its potency!
No surprise—basic kickboxing took 30,000 points to hit LV15 via the system, let alone an immortal technique like Liberation.
"It'll kill outsiders," Huiliyang said, eyes wide.
"Don't worry about that," Su Ze replied. He wouldn't die to a technique.
The War Demon bloodline thrived on boldness—the riskier, the better.
No risk, no evolution.
Side note: a million thrusts a day would also be dangerously bold.
"Fine, but you can't teach it to others, and you owe me one condition," Huiliyang conceded.
Before Su Ze could speak, the old man stated his terms.
"Leave two bloodlines with the Wu Clan!"
Two heirs, double insurance.
Huiliyang envisioned the clan's next generation thriving.
Su Ze's ghost brain sparked. "Then Wu Fengshui it is."
Fengshui, Leian's sister, three years Garura's senior.
Huiliyang's lips twitched wildly.
I meant two kids with Garura, not two women!
Bastard!
But… two kids might strain Garura.
Maybe Fengshui could share the load…
"I'll ask Garura and Fengshui first," Huiliyang said, face like he'd eaten dirt.
"Thanks, old man," Su Ze said warmly, already heading out. "Keep an eye on the Yukishita family for me."
He vanished in a blink.
Huiliyang lingered, eyes flickering, lost in thought.
Fighter Ward
Gao Lang, defeated in the second round by Wakatsuki Takeshi's Blast Core, was gravely injured.
His ankle wrecked, his strength sapped, forcing out Takeshi's trump card was no small feat.
Su Ze pushed open the ward door.
Three Sirius Wolves lay dead, weapons scattered.
Gao Lang stared at the entrance, hyper-focused.
"Solid willpower," Su Ze said, ghost eyes scanning his wounds, grinning.
"What do you want?" Gao Lang's guard stayed up, seeing Su Ze.
"I need a sparring partner." Su Ze tossed him a candy. "It'll heal you. Lucky you—the first guy to eat my candy."
Gao Lang caught it, eyes lowered. "Didn't say I'd eat it."
Bang!
The door flew off, twisted into a pretzel by Su Ze's fist.
Gao Lang: "…"
He ate the candy silently.
Wounds healed miraculously, ankle pain fading fast.
Incredible.
Then, a gust of malice hit!
The battle-hardened fight god raised his guard, clashing with Su Ze.
An hour later, Su Ze drained Gao Lang dry and headed to the training room for imaginary practice.
He lost himself, forgetting time.
Half an hour before the match, Kurapika found him, halting his training.
His skill panel was now stacked.
[Skills: True Sight EX, War Ghost Blessing EX, Assassination LV10, Kickboxing LV15, Cooking LV6, Observation Haki LV5, Tempest Kick LV5, Hypnosis LV2, Massage LV3, Xingyi Fist LV15, Six Paths Skybreaker LV10, Muay Thai LV15, Boxing LV13]
Six Paths Skybreaker started at LV10, and boxing was two levels from its peak.
With this panel, losing seemed impossible.
In the arena, Su Ze faced Kano Agito, seeing a death star gleaming above him.
As the referee signaled start, Agito assumed a defensive stance, cold eyes locked on Su Ze. "Come, show me the War Ghost's mettle."
You invited me? I'm here.
Su Ze flashed his signature smirk, closing in.
"Six-Wheel Six Paths Skybreaker!"
In a dark world, six stellar lights blazed!
Agito's last sight before collapsing.
The undefeated Fang of Metsudo, Kano Agito, fell!
The crowd froze, stunned silent.
Even pro commentator Katahara Sayaka rubbed her eyes, doubting her vision.
[Katahara Metsudo's Shock: +1112]
[Kuroki Gensai's Shock: +933]
[Wakatsuki Takeshi's Shock: +888]
[Honma Kina's Delight: +1240]
[Tenma Kibou's Shock: +982]
[Kurapika's Shock: +553]
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