High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 232 - 200: Unscathed, Blood Collection Needle Snapped!

Chapter 232: Chapter 200: Unscathed, Blood Collection Needle Snapped!

The examiner from the Martial Arts Association knew well that this wasn’t done intentionally by the person in front of them.

When any aspect of a martial artist’s qi and blood, martial momentum, or spiritual power becomes powerful enough, they naturally exude an oppressive aura through their every gesture, often without realizing it themselves.

All present were geniuses here to participate in the selection contest, and their perception of such aura was far superior to that of ordinary martial artists, making their impressions even more profound.

Thus, no one was willing to approach Su Mu, fearing they might fall into this several-meter-wide forbidden zone.

Additionally, people inherently have an instinct and intuition to seek fortune and avoid disaster; martial artists are only more sensitive in this respect, and instinctively wish to stay away from danger.

This examiner from the Martial Arts Association was not unaccustomed to such situations, but he had only felt it on the few presidents of the association, who were all true Martial Arts Grandmasters!

And as if perhaps it was an illusion, he felt the intangible aura of the person before him was no weaker than that of the presidents.

This made the examiner feel incredulous.

Surely a grandmaster isn’t participating in the selection contest?!

At once, the examiner couldn’t help but ask, "You, what’s your name?"

"Su Mu."

Su Mu spoke these two words calmly.

The words fell like thunder, immediately silencing the entire venue for a moment before stirring an uproar.

"Su Mu?!"

"What, this person is that One-Slash Asura Su Mu?"

"No wonder he’s so terrifying, worthy of being the monster ranked thirty-third on the Celestial Pride List."

"I had some doubts before, but now I believe this person can slash a grandmaster’s palm with one blow!"

"Su Mu has appeared?!"

The many reporters gathered at the entrance immediately perked up, all rising on tiptoes and raising their cameras to fiercely snap pictures of Su Mu, creating a continuous flashing of lights.

Upon hearing Su Mu state his name, the examiner gave Su Mu a long look, committing his face to memory, and then left a word to maintain order before hurriedly departing.

Seeing even the examiner unable to manage and directly leave, the girl behind Su Mu felt somewhat distraught.

Thus, a peculiar "several-meter forbidden zone" spectacle formed around Su Mu.

The journalists recording this scene frowned thoughtfully about what eye-catching, sensational headline they should give, when a photographer muttered.

"No one dares to come within a zhang of him, it’s practically a zhang forbidden zone."

"A zhang forbidden zone?!"

"That title is good, let’s use that."

Su Mu himself was somewhat helpless; he had actually been trying hard to restrain himself, and he was also a bit puzzled, thirty-third place?

Wasn’t he ranked at the bottom of the top one hundred?

Time passed slowly, and from within the stadium came a voice, "Next batch, you can come in now."

The people in front of Su Mu entered the stadium almost fleeing, and the girl behind him quietly counted; finally, it was Su Mu’s turn, he was the last of this batch.

Seeing Su Mu leave, the girl let out a long sigh of relief.

Standing behind Su Mu was really too stressful, every moment spent there caused her confidence to diminish a bit, as she couldn’t help but think about competing on the same stage against such a monster.

Fortunately, the ordeal was finally over.

Su Mu was guided to the third underground floor of the stadium, where there were individual testing rooms, with many white-clad medical staff present.

The individual testing rooms prevented participants from affecting each other during the tests.

Outside each testing room stood two examiners, one from the Martial Arts Association, and one from the Southern War Zone.

"Su Mu?!"

The two of them noticeably flinched when verifying Su Mu’s identity, both involuntarily taking a few extra looks at him; before entering, the person from the Southern War Zone spoke.

"Captain Su Mu, may your martial arts flourish."

"Thanks."

After entering the testing room, Su Mu lay down on a somewhat sci-fi-looking instrument, much like a sleep chamber from the movies, under the guidance of the medical staff.

"Don’t be nervous, just think of this as a regular qi and blood test, no different from what you usually do at the association, just relax."

After saying this, the medical staff looked towards the three examiners inside the testing room, one of whom went to a metal cabinet to retrieve a box of blood collection needles, then approached Su Mu to show that it was unopened.

"Are you ready?" an examiner inquired out of routine.

Su Mu took a deep breath, and with every breath in and out, that heart within his chest beat powerfully, an indistinct sound of surging waves echoed across the testing room.

Thump, thump, thump.

The heartbeat, like a war drum, resonated through the room as an invisible pressure emanated from Su Mu, who stopped suppressing himself and entered the zone.

In an instant, the four people in the testing room suddenly turned pale, and the medical staff closest to Su Mu felt their own blood raging, then reversed its flow.

He gasped for breath and stumbled back several steps, his face filled with disbelief, his eyes showing horror.

The few individuals had prepared themselves upon hearing that the next one to be tested was Su Mu, but his terror still far exceeded their expectations.

Lying inside the testing device, Su Mu was like a giant dragon, now fully awakened, unleashing a terrifying dragon’s might.

"It’s done." Su Mu spoke calmly.

The medical staff panted heavily, large beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as he concentrated his qi and blood to step towards Su Mu.

At this moment, the examiner unsealed the blood collection needle’s packaging and handed it to the medical staff.

Just as the medical staff took the needle, Su Mu, lying on the instrument, remarked.

"Ordinary needles won’t work, change it."

The hand of the medical staff paused, then he spoke in a low voice: "Rest assured, the needles used for the selection contest have been heavily tested and can be fully used for martial artists below grandmaster level."

The three examiners exchanged glances and frowned slightly; there was no such procedure to change needles in this process, and they didn’t quite understand what Su Mu meant.

Is he putting on airs?

"Let’s try it first." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Upon hearing this, a surge of anger rose in the hearts of the three examiners and the medical staff; they thought Su Mu was too arrogant, as even those from the Martial Arts Association or Martial Arts Families had never requested changing the blood collection needle.

The medical staff skillfully replaced the instrument with four needles, then started the machine.

Buzz.

The machine started, the special glass cover closed, and the blood collection needles moved towards Su Mu’s limbs, stopping right at his skin.

"Hmm? What’s going on?"

The medical staff thought the instrument’s program had malfunctioned and restarted it.

Snap.

A crisp sound rang out, followed by four consecutive sounds.

The blood collection needles, which the medical staff assured could be used on martial artists below grandmaster level, all snapped; as the needles broke, the machine automatically retracted.

The pupils of the four sharply contracted, they realized that not even a mark was left on Su Mu’s skin, which was completely unharmed!

For a moment, the room fell into a deathly silence, the individuals were left in a daze, unable to speak for quite some time.

"Have you perhaps already advanced to Martial Arts Grandmaster?"

After a long while, an examiner hesitantly asked.

Hearing the question from his companion, the other three trembled all over, completely incredulous.

Su Mu shook his head, "I’ve just cultivated a body tempering martial art, making my skin thicker than ordinary martial artists, so you should use a better blood collection needle, perhaps try a grandmaster level one."

The four froze in place upon hearing this, their mouths twitching incessantly.

This is called slightly thicker skin?

The blood collection needles for those below grandmaster level completely snapped!

And... what do you mean by trying a grandmaster level one?

The four could clearly hear uncertainty in Su Mu’s tone, was he doubting whether a grandmaster level needle could collect his blood?

The four had served as examiners for several selection contests, but Su Mu’s situation, breaking all the needles, was something they encountered for the first time.

Is this not somewhat ridiculous?