Chapter Thirty-Eight: Tearing the Thunder Vein Apart with Bare Hands

"Su Ye, I will kill you!"

Half of Yu Zhisha’s face was pressed firmly into the ground; she felt waves of searing pain as her cheekbones fractured. Only then did she snap out of her shock. She didn’t care how Su Ye had suddenly summoned such terrifying strength—all she knew was that today, Su Ye had shattered her reputation and destroyed the face she took such pride in.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhisha ignored the pain, bracing herself with both hands against the stage, attempting to rise. Through gritted teeth, she shouted, "You worthless wretch, what are you? I am the Azure Sky Sparrow! How dare you treat me this way—you’re dead! You’re dead!"

"Azure Sky Sparrow? You’re not even a wild chicken!" Su Ye roared, his fist clenched tight as lightning arced across his knuckles. Without hesitation, he drove his fist hard into Yu Zhisha’s spine.

Bang!

Crack—

The blow landed, and the sound of bones shattering echoed. "Ah—" Yu Zhisha’s scream was heartrending, her strength draining away like a receding tide. She felt the electric glow around her body scatter with that single punch.

Su Ye’s lightning was brutal and domineering, crushing several vital acupoints near her spine.

"You—you… How dare you hurt me! I am the eldest daughter of the Yu family! I am the finest talent in Yang City! How dare a worthless wretch like you lay a finger on me!" Even as her face was pinned to the shattered stage, Yu Zhisha struggled desperately to break free.

Su Ye let out a cold laugh. Clearly, Yu Zhisha was used to towering above others, still thinking he ought to fear her!

"You? The finest talent? From this day forward, you’re nothing but a cripple!"

Su Ye’s fists rained down with relentless fury, destroying half the vital points in Yu Zhisha’s body.

The changes on the stage happened too fast, too unexpectedly. No one had yet processed how the once untouchable Yu Zhisha had been so thoroughly crushed by Su Ye, her face pressed into the debris.

"Did I see that right? Did Yu Zhisha lose?"

"Heavens! How is this possible? Yu Zhisha, get up! This can’t be—Su Ye must have used some dirty trick!"

"Su Ye—you despicable villain, let my sister go!"

From the spectator seats, Yu Wenhuan cried out and rushed toward the stage. His movement spurred other followers, as well as several talents loyal to the Yu family, to surge forward.

They had to rescue Yu Zhisha!

"You’re courting death!" Su Ye whipped around, arcs of lightning crackling as his murderous intent froze all those who dared approach.

Even Yu Wenhuan felt a chill run over him, halting his steps. Only now did they realize—Su Ye had already ground their proud Yu Zhisha into the dirt. If they went up, it would be suicide.

In the distance, Jiang Liuying, equally stunned, rushed forward and shouted, "Su Ye challenged Yu Zhisha—victory is undecided! If anyone dares to interfere, our Yu family will make the arena run red with blood!"

Some mentors and families from outside schools, wishing to quell the chaos, chose to step back.

Jiu Yayu also stood up, declaring, "That’s right, the match isn’t settled. Are you trying to break the rules?"

This roused Cai Weisong, who trembled with his bulk as he shouted, "Yu Wenhuan, concede! Concede!"

Yu Wenhuan came to his senses and shouted, "We concede—the Yu family concedes! Release her now! You damned brat, let go!"

Even if Yu Zhisha lost, it would only cost them some interests. As long as their lightning-veined prodigy survived, the Yu family still had hope.

But Su Ye only smiled coldly. "I said: an eye for an eye, blood for blood. What’s mine—I will take it back!"

What belonged to Su Ye?

Those words struck Yu Zhisha’s heart like a curse. She was barely able to struggle, but now she thrashed in panic, trying to escape.

She whimpered, "No—no, you can’t! Su Ye, you absolutely cannot take my lightning vein! I don’t want to be ruined, I don’t want it! Su Ye, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have treated you that way, I can’t lose my lightning vein—no—"

"When you dug out my lightning vein years ago, did you ever think of today?"

Su Ye’s eyes flashed with indifference. He thrust his right hand skyward, palm open, and stabbed his fingers hard into Yu Zhisha’s back.

Rip!

His fingers pierced her clothes and skin, delving into her back. He seemed to grasp a blood vessel-like lightning vein, and tore it out with savage force.

Rip—

That vein, still flickering with light, was wrenched free!

"Ah—"

Yu Zhisha’s pupils shrank as she screamed in agony, her body going limp and collapsing in a pool of blood.

Everyone present wore deep expressions of fear.

At that moment, Su Ye was a blood-soaked god of slaughter, freezing the blood of all who witnessed him. No one dared move.

Su Ye held the lightning vein, feeling its familiar aura—this was the one dug from his own back years ago. Yet after being transplanted, and now violently torn out, it had lost all function.

He ripped it again, splitting it in two, and tossed it aside—

Only when the bloody lightning vein landed before Yu Wenhuan and his companions did they snap out of their shock.

A chorus of furious roars erupted.

"Damned brat! How dare you destroy my sister’s lightning vein!" Yu Wenhuan bellowed, rallying his followers.

"Hurry, inform the family! Get reinforcements! We’ll kill this brat!"

"Su Ye, you heartless monster! Yu Zhisha already conceded, why did you still attack? You’re lawless! The Yu family will never forgive you!" Cai Weisong shouted.

His agony was immense; not only had the luxurious arena been shattered, but he had tied himself early to the Yu family’s fortunes. Who could have imagined that, under his oversight, Yu Zhisha would have her lightning vein torn out and be left on the verge of death?

Whatever the outcome, Cai Weisong was doomed.

Many families who had allied with the Yu family now wavered, including Song Chenxin, Chen He, and Jiang Chengzhi. Those outside talents had always sought only profit in currying favor with the Yu family.

Now, seeing the Yu family’s downfall with their own eyes, they wondered if the family would even survive in Yang City—and the title of finest talent was certainly no longer Yu Zhisha’s.

There was no reason to keep risking their lives for the Yu family.

"Su Ye, you—you destroyed everything I poured my life into! You won’t live to see tomorrow. If you think that hurting Yu Zhisha means you can rest easy, you’re far too naive. For harming her, you’ll pay with your life—and with the lives of everyone in the Jiang family!"

As Yu Zhisha’s mentor, Zhou Jinghao felt as if his heart were bleeding. He had meticulously arranged Yu Zhisha’s future for the next six or seven years, and she was already accepted into a university in the Magic City, about to begin classes.

All of it—destroyed by Su Ye!

"Su Ye, may you die horribly! May you die horribly!"

Su Ye ignored their curses. He had not yet left the side of the barely conscious Yu Zhisha, pressing a hand once more to her back, his brows furrowing.

With his current sensitivity to lightning veins, Su Ye already knew exactly where Yu Zhisha’s were. But years ago, he’d had nine lightning veins dug out!

Now, why did Yu Zhisha possess only one? Where were the other eight?

"Yu Zhisha, where are the other eight lightning veins?" Su Ye seized her hair and demanded loudly.

Yu Zhisha was desperately weak, but hearing Su Ye’s question, she managed a bloody smile and spat, "Give up… wait for them… they’ll come for your lightning veins."

"Who?" Su Ye snapped, but Yu Zhisha had already lost consciousness.

Su Ye stood up, only to see a group of people storming in; students scattered in terror to clear a path.

An old man with a beard, grief-stricken, rushed forward, shouting, "My Zhisha, my precious granddaughter—ah… Su Ye, you damned monster, my granddaughter only challenged you, and you showed no mercy! You must pay for her life!"