High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 377 - 307: There Are No More Corpses—Today, I, Su Mu, Invite the Martial Saint Illusion to Die!

Chapter 377: Chapter 307: There Are No More Corpses—Today, I, Su Mu, Invite the Martial Saint Illusion to Die!

Boom!

The earth trembles as if shaken by an earthquake; a cup on the table wobbles and falls to the ground, spilling tea everywhere.

But in the principal’s office at Shenjiang Martial Arts University, Qian Tai currently has no mind to pay attention to this. His face is extremely serious as he looks toward a certain direction.

A terrifying aura emanates from there, akin to a sudden thunderclap or a mountain and sea erupting.

"What exactly happened just now?"

Could it be that a Grandmaster is battling?

Qian Tai’s eyes narrow, immediately dismissing this absurd guess. The aftermath of such a distant battle making him, a First Forging Grandmaster, feel suffocated clearly indicates it’s not just any Grandmaster; it wouldn’t be an ordinary Grandmaster fighting.

"Could this have something to do with Su Mu?"

Recently, Su Mu returned quietly, without stirring anything. He kept a low profile, and aside from his family, friends, and a few high-ranking school officials, almost no students knew Su Mu had returned.

Qian Tai found himself in intense turmoil.

Because just the battle’s aftermath made him feel so suffocated, it’s enough to indicate the level of the combatants.

It must be at the Great Grandmaster level...

Anyway, this is completely beyond his ability to intervene.

Just as Qian Tai struggles, everything returns to normal, as if everything that just happened was a mere illusion. Qian Tai is left bewildered, and somewhat skeptical.

Could such a level of combat be decided in a single strike?

...

Qian Tai guessed correctly.

It was indeed decided in a single strike.

And not only was the victor determined, but life and death were decided as well.

Yet Qian Tai’s guess wasn’t entirely accurate.

Because at that moment, not one battle but two battles were happening simultaneously.

The aura Qian Tai sensed was from Su Mu’s punch, but the commotion wasn’t caused by Su Mu.

Rather, it was the battle between the Martial Saint Illusion and Lu He outside the school.

At this moment, the campus regains its wind, and the snow lingering in the sky begins to fall again.

And in front of Su Mu’s fist, the last trace left in the human world by one of the Eighteen Masters of the Overlord Blade, Jing He, who just advanced to Fifth Forging Grandmaster, dissipates completely with a wisp of white smoke.

"Origin?"

"The Rule of Force is indeed different from other Power of Rules." Su Mu reaches out to catch a snowflake, which halts in mid-air on his palm, "This is wind."

The next second, a sphere of water forms between Su Mu’s fingers.

"This is water."

Soon, a flame ignites at his fingertips.

"This is fire."

Water, fire, wind all exist between heaven and earth. Su Mu’s naked eye can observe these elements wandering between heaven and earth, and also capture their operational trajectories.

"Martial artists utilizing these Power of Rules essentially... leverage forces, borrowing the great tide of heaven and earth for their own use, transforming into a stronger attack."

"Before advancing to Grandmaster, a normal martial artist can’t achieve this, relying only on Grandmaster Secret Techniques for a crude mobilization, at its core using spiritual power to communicate with the Power of Heaven and Earth."

"The stronger the spiritual power, the easier it is to utilize these Power of Rules."

"It’s just... there is no Rule of Force or so-called Element of Force between heaven and earth."

Su Mu murmurs as a mist that had previously enveloped his mind begins to dissipate.

"The word ’origin’ is very appropriate; not relying on the tide of heaven and earth but questioning oneself, the power originating from oneself is origin, is Power of Origin, Origin Rule."

"There is a difference between rules."

Su Mu’s eyes grow increasingly bright; a new door opens a corner to him at this moment, solving his previous problems, awakened by a dying, hysterical enemy.

"Actually, it can’t be considered an enemy..."

"A dragon never sees an ant as an enemy."

Hoo------

Su Mu slowly exhales; the breath solidifies like a flood dragon lingering between heaven and earth. He looks down at his fist, emerging from the Crystal Transformation.

"In the Crystal Transformation state, my control over power, over the fusion of powers has taken another step forward."

In Crystal Transformation, Su Mu felt almost omnipotent, a nearly abnormal level of control, not just over his own power but also over his opponent and everything around him.

The taste of being able to control everything is intoxicating.

Under the control of Crystal Transformation, all powers perfectly integrated, then he struck out with that fist, instantly killing the enemy in front of him.

"The essence of Crystal Transformation is spiritual power; previously my exploration and control of spiritual power was too crude, squandering it. In the Crystal Transformation state, the role of spiritual power can truly emerge."

"Spiritual power is the emperor atop the temple, the commander within the army; flesh, power, martial arts, and all are the capable generals under its command."

"But my Crystal Transformation also differs somewhat from what’s described in the ’Crystal Visualization Technique’..."

Su Mu squints slightly; as his control over spiritual power and his own power improves, he sees more clearly the martial arts path he should take, a new path that no one has walked in the thousand years since this Martial Dao Civilization was born.

The scenery ahead on this road only he can have the opportunity to savor.

Yet his thoughts are soon interrupted by an anxious voice; Su Mu turns around with a smile.

"Su Mu, did you hear any commotion just now? Was there an earthquake?"

At the end behind him, the dormitory door opens in the distance; a familiar figure rushes out, and then Miaomiao sees Su Mu standing amidst the wind and snow, holding a flake of snow.

"Is this the gift Uncle Hong was supposed to send?"

Su Mu calmly shakes his head.