I Have Three Thousand Martial Arts Skills; Even Gods Must Kneel

The moment the Blood Moon rose, Su Yang was standing on the roof of Teaching Building No. 3 at Nanhai University.

The sky looked as if a wound had been torn open. Crimson light poured down, dyeing the entire city the color of hell.

His phone screen lit up, and the campus group chat erupted. Someone had taken a picture of the banyan tree by the library moving, its roots burrowing out of the ground like a nest of snakes.

"Don't panic, it's just a lunar eclipse, " The counselor's message hadn't even finished sending when the signal cut out.

Su Yang clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his palms. At the awakening ceremony three days ago, the stone used to test his ability hadn't reacted at all. His instructor had announced in front of everyone: "F-rank. No signs of awakening."

His classmates' laughter still rang in his ears.

"Su, you useless loser. You can't even awaken the power of an ant, can you?"