Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

Chapter 1504 1499: A Nobody Named Su Chen

PS: The past couple of days, I haven't been feeling well, so there will be fewer updates temporarily. Once I'm better, I'll strive to update more chapters. For today, just two chapters.The martial school's door was wide open, and Su Chen was not surprised when he heard the voice. But He Xiaowei felt like a mouse meeting a cat, a hint of fear.

He hadn't seen his second senior brother for five years.

"Hmph, Xiaowu, why don't you get in here quickly? Do you want me to come out and invite you personally?!" The voice suddenly became stern.

He Xiaowei was known as Fifth Master He, related to his self-proclaimed rank as the fifth in his household.

Actually, this 'household' referred to his lineage.

Before his yet-to-be-seen second senior brother, Fifth Master He's bravado vanished, and he was merely 'He Xiaowu' standing here.

Even though his second senior brother spoke to him with a reprimanding tone, He Xiaowei couldn't muster any thoughts of resistance.

Not to mention the strong enemy at the side, how would he manage without Su Chen? Even without the external pressure of Su Chen.

He still couldn't lift his head before 'second senior brother'.

Since childhood, he lived in the shadow of his second senior brother.

And now, it's likely his second senior brother has stepped into the Saint Realm, making it even harder for He Xiaowei to think of resisting him.

He cautiously ran toward the martial school's door.

The previously brazen disciples of the school suddenly moved, their torches crossed in front: "Welcomes Fifth Junior Uncle in."

The imposing commotion startled He Xiaowei and made him shiver involuntarily.

'Second senior brother's' martial school had grown more prosperous in his absence over several years.

From the disciples at the door with their torches held high, He Xiaowei could easily tell there were those among them not weaker than him, and not just one or two.

In such a mighty formation, He Xiaowei saw hope.

Under the torches, He Xiaowei walked steadily, feeling both awe and fear, gratitude and resentment toward his 'second senior brother'.

For he had suffered many hardships because of his 'second senior brother' when young; it's understandable he bore resentment.

Yet in his heart, his 'second senior brother' sometimes seemed like a 'kind father'.

Five of them, brothers, were all raised by the same master.

However, the master was elderly, and most times, it was the elder senior brother and second senior brother who looked after the younger ones.

But while the elder senior brother was honest and simple, he never imposed severe discipline on them.

He always accompanied the master.

On the contrary, the second senior brother, who wasn't much younger than the elder, became the 'guardian' of the younger brothers.

As for the youngest, He Xiaowei's personality was influenced greatly by his 'second senior brother'.

"Welcomes the challenger!" Once He Xiaowei entered, the disciples at the door shouted in unison again.

Su Chen didn't dawdle, directly stepping into the martial school's main entrance.

Whether this school had depth or not wasn't the point.

Judging by the quality of the disciples, this school could well be a congregation of 'elites'.

Martial artists with Mortal Realm cultivation were already considered masters in the mundane world, ordinary bodyguards, and martial artists stood no chance against them.

"State your name!"

As Su Chen was ready to pass through the torch-formed 'fire mountain,' a shout from the martial school disciples echoed in his ears.

They were intent on giving Su Chen a tough time!

Su Chen certainly wouldn't stand on ceremony, immediately speaking with a firm voice imbued with inner strength: "A nobody, Su Chen, here to visit…"

Su Chen suddenly faltered, visit… visit who? He didn't know as he hadn't been here before and wasn't familiar with the place's owner. Besides, what about this visiting... he wasn't here to challenge the school, right?

Su Chen's abrupt silence made the atmosphere verge on freezing.

The younger generation of noblemen watching at the back also stood dumbfounded, what was going on? Where was the promised exciting duel? Now he was half-acting cool?

It was downright unbearable, wasn't it?

"Visit my ass, get up there and fight!" Came a sudden voice from the crowd.

"Rude!" The torch-bearing martial school disciples stared angrily, a glare silencing the nobleman who spoke out.

"What's the deal here, I paid for the ticket, can't I comment?"

Ignoring the reactions of the noblemen at the back, Su Chen faced off with the martial school disciples.

"Today I'm not here to challenge. Your martial uncle lost to me and came here for help. If you think I'm challenging, feel free to send two of you to fight me. But let me be clear, if you lose, your uncle must pay me one hundred million. If he can't, I'll have to ask you for it," Su Chen said coldly.

The disciples could certainly fight, but the notion of losing and owing a hundred million frightened them.

Such a sum would be impossible to gather, even if they sold themselves.

However, Su Chen's words brought forth Han Da, who was previously forced back by Su Chen's Saint realm power: "A guest is here, my master asked me to invite you in."

With Han Da's invitation, the disciples standing on either side of the school's entrance retreated like a tide.

Su Chen, not considering himself an outsider, stepped into the martial school.

Inside the grand school, a shadow wall immediately came into sight.

On it, a crimson, bold word for 'Martial' was engraved.

"Imposing!" Su Chen remarked first upon entering.

Despite lacking artistic sensibilities, he'd seen enough to discern good things at a glance.

The 'Martial' character on the wall, although not claimed as crafted by a famed artist, was definitely by a master!

The aura from this 'Martial' character alone could only be sensed by those with certain cultivation levels.

Beyond the shadow wall was a vast martial arts training ground.

The training ground was brightly lit, surrounded by disciples holding torches and weapons.

Su Chen's gaze immediately fixated on the elder sitting at the end on the steps.

He wore a simple white martial arts uniform, his hair slightly showing gray.

Yet his ruddy complexion reflected extreme health, even vigor.

"Who are you?!" A stern voice with an aura of a Saint pressed toward Su Chen.

Su Chen remained expressionless, seemingly unaffected by the pressure, calmly saying: "A nobody, surname Su, given name Chen."

"Are you here today to challenge my school? Do you know who I am?"