Chapter 155: Lover from a Past Life

As Jiang Yu stepped closer to Zhang Mo, the hairs all over Zhang Mo's body suddenly stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped his heart.

"Who says only you are good at hand-to-hand combat?"

When Jiang Yu's lips curled into an utterly harmless smile, Zhang Mo's scalp tingled, and the sense of crisis intensified.

What does that mean?

Many spectators around the ring felt their hearts skip a beat.

With Jiang Yu's confident demeanor, his words clearly conveyed to everyone that his greatest strength was not studying books, but martial arts.

Beneath those frozen faces, Jiang Yu casually raised his hand and brought it down heavily toward the top of Zhang Mo's head, saying at the same time:

"Everyone only knows that I am a top provincial scholar, having scored near-perfect marks to take first place in the Yuncheng No. 1 High School preliminary exams. But what they don't know is that my true forte lies in my martial prowess."

Slap!

Like the giant hand of a deity descending from above, Jiang Yu did not employ any spiritual energy, relying purely on physical strength as he struck downward at Zhang Mo's head. Had he used even a shred of spiritual energy, Zhang Mo would have instantly been blasted into a mist of blood, and his very soul would have been shattered.

Zhang Mo crossed his arms to protect his head.

Under a mountain-like force, he felt as though Mount Buzhou were pressing down from the sky. His entire body felt as if it were about to be torn apart, and the intense pain forced a scream from his throat. His legs went weak, and he dropped straight to his knees on the floor.

His left shoulder bone directly collapsed inward.

Zhang Mo widened his eyes in terror, lying motionless flat on the ground. He could feel that his kneecaps seemed to have shattered, and wave after wave of boundless agony radiated from his left shoulder.

With this single palm strike, Jiang Yu had merely let his hand fall naturally with gravity, applying almost no deliberate force at all.

"Ah—!"

The heart-piercing pain hit him immediately, and Zhang Mo let out a piercing shriek that continuously assaulted the eardrums of everyone present.

In the eyes of Zhao Fei, Zhou凯, and Tao Biyuan, absolute shock was written all over their faces.

Gulp~

Someone swallowed hard, a sound particularly jarring in the dead silence.

Zhang Mo, the Taekwondo club's black belt, had lost? He had been brought down to the floor right on the spot by Jiang Yu with a single slap, just like swatting a fly, without even a chance to stand back up. From beginning to end, Jiang Yu had remained standing right where he was, with one hand still behind his back.

A master of both letters and martial arts?

Many male students dropped their jaws in disbelief. Being a genius in academics was one thing, but to utterly crush Zhang Mo, a black belt, in martial arts as well?

One had to realize that in the eyes of these ordinary students, Zhang Mo was an entity close to invincible. His elbows, knees, wrists, and other human joints had long been used by him with supernatural skill; a single brush against someone could cause severe injury.

Zhang Mo had lost cleanly and decisively.

"Wow, I've just turned from a passerby into a hardcore fan."

The shrieks of the female students drowned out all other discussions.

Jiang Yu's palm strike had undoubtedly captured the hearts of these young fangirls. He was handsome, brilliant at studying, and now he could even fight. Such an exceptional man was impossible to find even with a lantern.

"Jiang Yu!"

"Jiang Yu!"

Many female students chanted Jiang Yu's name at the top of their lungs.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Jiang Yu stood upon the fighting ring and smiled faintly, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? Just all come up together. If I take even a single step back, consider it my loss."

No one spoke a word at the scene.

Everyone finally understood why Jiang Yu had been so unconcerned and dared to walk up to the boxing ring in the face of Zhang Mo's deliberate harassment. Ultimately, it all boiled down to his formidable strength.

So, this was Jiang Yu's ultimate trump card.

Three minutes ago, many people had mocked Jiang Yu for having a death wish, calling him far too reckless in the face of Zhang Mo's deliberate provocation. Three minutes later, everyone sat in speechless silence, realizing this person might genuinely be a genius.

This was his reliance for openly pursuing Han Qingyu.

Jiang Yu looked toward the person in charge, "If no one is going to challenge me, I suppose I count as a member of the Taekwondo club now?"

Swept by Jiang Yu's gaze, the man broke out in a bone-chilling sweat, "Yes, yes, starting today, you are a member of the Taekwondo club. You just need to pay the five-hundred-yuan club membership... fee."

Zhang Mo's strength was inferior even to Mo Tian of Yuncheng Seventeenth High School. Those moves of his just now were, in Jiang Yu's eyes, nothing more than an ant waving its claws as it charged forward.

Jiang Yu only needed to casually slap his hand down without any fancy tricks to crush that ant to death.

After finishing the paperwork and dropping five hundred yuan on the table, Jiang Yu ignored the others, exchanged greetings with Zhao Fei and the rest, and left by himself.

Following Jiang Yu's domineering pursuit of Han Qingyu last night, the news of Jiang Yu knocking down Zhang Mo with a single slap spread across Zhongzhou University overnight. As a celebrity figure, any news concerning Jiang Yu inevitably spread instantly.

The foremost in both literature and martial arts?

Everyone who heard the news instinctively thought of this phrase in their minds.

...

Jiang Yu walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, maintaining an unhurried pace all the way to the football field.

On the green turf, many couples sat wrapped in each other's arms, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere. A soft, warm breeze blowing past and pretty faces in sight made the football field practically a dating sanctuary for the young couples of Zhongzhou University.

A solitary figure sat on the green grass with her knees drawn together. The intoxicating warm breeze fluttered her long hair, and that white dress was particularly striking. Han Qingyu held a stack of textbooks, one hand pressing down the hem of her skirt, her posture picturesque and exuding an ethereal aura untainted by the mortal world.

Seeing that breathtaking profile, Jiang Yu halted his footsteps, his heart churning with emotion as memories from three thousand years ago flooded back. In truth, after so much time had passed, Jiang Yu had long since let go of most things. Only that lingering trace of guilt remained forever etched in his heart.

Sensing a gaze, Han Qingyu suddenly turned her head and startled upon seeing Jiang Yu standing just a few meters behind her. She bit her red lower lip, lowered her gaze, and her fingers tightened their grip.

"Would you like to go for a walk?"

In a sense, in this present lifetime, this was the first time Jiang Yu and Han Qingyu were meeting.

Normally, Han Qingyu would have rejected him flatly. Yet now, facing Jiang Yu's invitation, an inexplicable emotion sprouted deep within her heart—slightly melancholic, vague and hard to define.

As if guided by some mysterious impulse, she nodded slightly, stood up from the grass, and walked side-by-side with Jiang Yu. The two of them remained silent, strolling together across the football field without a word. Many couples raised their heads to look at Jiang Yu and Han Qingyu.

He was handsome and she was beautiful; they looked like a match made in heaven and instantly became the center of attention.

After walking a certain distance, Han Qingyu finally spoke: "Why is it that when I am with you, I feel a deep sorrow in my heart, as if I have known you for a long time? And the feeling you bring me is hardly one of happiness—I feel resentment toward you, I hate you, yet I miss you..."

As she spoke, Han Qingyu bit her lip, yet beneath that turbulent mix of emotions lay an intense reluctance to part.

Jiang Yu calmly replied, "Qingyu, do you believe in past-life lovers?"

Han Qingyu looked up at Jiang Yu. That face was simply too familiar. She harbored a secret in her heart: ever since junior high school, she had frequently experienced a recurring dream. In that dream, there was a figure of celestial grace accompanied by heart-wrenching sorrow, gazing at each other from afar across a sea of flowers. The immortal opposite her wore white robes with bright eyes and fine brows.

Every single time, the two of them would simply gaze at each other in silence.

That immortal would always flash a wide grin at her, and his mouthful of white teeth left the deepest impression on her. Whenever she woke up from those dreams, her face would always be stained with tears.

Such occurrences had persisted for several years.

Ever since then, whenever Han Qingyu could not help herself and felt tempted to accept someone else's pursuit, that figure would always timely appear in her mind, though the face remained veiled in mist, its true appearance obscured.

In some mystical way, she felt as though she had been waiting for someone. It was only a matter of time before he appeared before her. Now, looking at Jiang Yu's face, she felt it bore a striking resemblance to the person in her dreams.

Jiang Yu said with sorrow, "How could I not harbor guilt in my heart? In this lifetime, I will make up for it all."

Han Qingyu took a deep breath, trying her best to steady her emotions as she realized she had almost shed tears. Thankfully, she managed to hold them back just in time. She could not understand why, when facing someone who was technically a stranger, she felt such an overwhelming sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other since childhood.

"Did you come to Zhongzhou University specifically for me?"

Han Qingyu stopped in her tracks and looked straight into Jiang Yu's eyes.

Jiang Yu smiled, "You could see it that way. I came to Zhongzhou to make up for the regrets of years past. In this life, I will not let her suffer any bullying whatsoever. Even if she wants the sun and moon in the sky, I will go and pluck them down for her."

Han Qingyu asked curiously, "Am I that person you speak of?"

However, Jiang Yu did not answer. He turned around and walked away:

"The day I reign supreme over the world, I will use the most luxurious wedding on earth to welcome you as my bride. By then, I will let the entire world know that you are Jiang Yu's woman."

Han Qingyu silently watched Jiang Yu's retreating back.

Her intuition told her that the person she had been waiting for so bitterly had finally arrived.

"Jiang Yu, do you have any idea that you are bringing countless troubles upon yourself by doing this?"

Han Qingyu drew a deep breath. It was time to go back and warn Wei Jia that this matter had nothing to do with Jiang Yu and not to harm him.

The mere hundred-meter distance she had just walked side-by-side with Jiang Yu was enough for Wei Jia to unleash a lethal strike.

"Does this world truly possess past-life lovers?"