High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

The school's martial arts dojo is the training ground for the martial arts team.

This place gathers the best students from the entire Ning City No. 1 High School.

The training ground on the third floor was where they often stayed.

At this moment, many figures dressed in martial arts uniforms are sweating profusely here.

Some were practicing martial arts alone, some were practicing in pairs to exchange tips, and some were discussing their experiences in small groups.

What stood out were the two or three bald men in the crowd.

High school students are at an age where they should be most concerned about their hair, yet some of them have shaved their heads, and one of them is even a girl, which is quite unusual.

When Feng Mo arrived, the first thing he saw was those bald heads, three in total, two men and one woman.

He looks somewhat familiar; it seems to be one of the team members who was with Liu Yu a few days ago and was beaten by him.

The atmosphere among the team members, who had been diligently cultivating, suddenly fell silent after Feng Mo entered.

Then they all started talking in hushed tones.

"Who is he? Why are you all silent now that he's here?"

"Feng Mo, you don't know? See those bald guys? He beat them all up, including Shen Yue and Liu Yu, they all shaved their heads."

"Wow, the baldness creator?"

"Isn't that right? And I heard that he's a bit of a pervert. After defeating his opponent, he likes to humiliate him severely and force him to demonstrate his martial arts skills. I think 'perverted martial arts fanatic' is more fitting than 'bald head maker'."

Although these words were spoken softly, they naturally did not escape Feng Mo's ears.

His expression darkened. He glanced at the chubby kid who had spread rumors about him, and beckoned, "You, come here and kowtow to me!"

"Huh?" The chubby boy was taken aback, but he wasn't angry. He ran up to Feng Mo and slid in, his knees buckling as he knelt down.

He was the chubby kid who ran errands to collect resources that day. After learning more about the situation, he realized how terrifying Feng Mo was.

If you don't listen to him, you might get beaten up and then forced to kneel and kowtow.

Instead of doing that, it's better to skip the painful process altogether.

Feng Mo was somewhat speechless.

The fat man knelt down so quickly, there was absolutely nowhere to break through his defenses...

He reached out and helped the chubby boy up by the arm: "Alright, get up."

"Okay, Brother Mo, my name is Jiang Lei. Please take care of me in the future." Jiang Lei's eyes narrowed into slits as he grinned.

To others, this scene immediately made Feng Mo seem like a man of unpredictable temper.

One minute they're making people kneel and kowtow, the next they're making them stand up.

Is this something a normal person could do?

Ignoring the others' thoughts, Feng Mo asked, "You just said that Liu Yu and Shen Yue all shaved their heads?"

"Yeah, I heard they complained to the captain, and then got a scolding from him. In the end, they all said they would work hard to cultivate, catch up with you, defeat you, and never be cowards or anything like that..." Jiang Lei said incessantly.

"Oh? Then why didn't your captain stand up for you?" Feng Mo asked.

"I heard that the captain is at a crucial moment in her martial arts training. She should make her move once she finishes her training. She's the number one genius in our school. You might not be her match. Why don't you apologize to her? She'll probably forgive you," Jiang Lei kept saying.

"Oh? I think what you said makes a lot of sense. Where does the captain usually train?" Feng Mo continued to ask.

"She's in training room number 001. I'll take you there, but she might not open the door," Jiang Lei said.

"No need, I can go by myself." Feng Mo nodded slightly and turned to leave.

"drop!"

The training ground doors opened, and a brightly lit bald boy walked in—it was Liu Yu.

He glanced at the team members present and was about to lead them in training group combat techniques as usual when he suddenly noticed a very familiar figure walking towards him.

Feng Mo! ?

He had only met Feng Mo twice: once at an exhibition match, and once when he was brutally beaten at the martial arts arena.

But ever since then, I've had nightmares for days, each time vividly depicting myself being brutally beaten by Feng Mo, a scene that I can't shake off.

Seeing it suddenly now makes my heart skip a beat.

"We martial artists should not fear powerful enemies. He only defeated me once; there's nothing to be afraid of! Yes, I'm not afraid of him!"

Liu Yu tried to bolster his courage, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at Feng Mo, and forced himself to brush past him.

Only then did Liu Yu breathe a sigh of relief.

He didn't seem to notice me.

Then, he gave a wry smile, as if he had been ignored.

Turning his head to look at Feng Mo's back, Liu Yu felt an immense sense of humiliation.

Then came immense motivation; he clenched his fists and made a vow in his heart:

"Feng Mo, you wait! I will definitely cultivate diligently and defeat you head-on!"

……

At the entrance of training room number 001.

Feng Mo reached out and rang the doorbell.

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang only once before the door opened, as if the person inside was about to come out anyway.

This is a tall girl with a high ponytail. She has a pretty face and fair skin. Although she is only wearing a martial arts uniform, she has a heroic and spirited temperament.

Chu Qiulan stood in front of the door, staring calmly at Feng Mo, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes, "You are... Feng Mo?"

That day, Liu Yu showed her the surveillance video of the martial arts arena, so she recognized what Feng Mo looked like.

"It's me. You must be Chu Qiulan, the number one genius of Ning City No. 1 High School and captain of the martial arts team, right?" Feng Mo smiled.

"Well, I was just about to come find you. Since you're here, let's come in and talk." Chu Qiulan nodded and turned to walk into the cultivation room.

Seeing this, Feng Mo was not in a hurry and followed her inside.

She approached the tea table, skillfully brewed the tea, and handed it to Feng Mo.

"Do you know why I'm here to see you?" Chu Qiulan blew on her tea, took a sip, and said calmly.

"I don't know." Feng Mo shook his head.

"Then I'll be frank." Chu Qiulan put down her teacup, her sharp eyes fixed on Feng Mo's eyes.

"Four days ago, you made a name for yourself in the exhibition match and became a reserve member of the martial arts team."

That afternoon, they brutally attacked and injured Liu Yu, Shen Yue, and fifteen other team members. The attack was violent and humiliating. They also stole their resources and left without a trace.

Do you think this behavior is right? As a martial artist, is it appropriate to bully the weak, humiliate others, and plunder resources?

Feng Mo's lips curled slightly. "Captain Chu, have you noticed that the people in the martial arts team seem to share a common trait?"

"What commonality?" Chu Qiulan frowned, knowing that Feng Mo was definitely not going to say anything nice.

But if you're going to educate someone, you have to convince them wholeheartedly.

"One or two of them have an inexplicable sense of superiority. They start questioning without asking why, as if you are all right and everyone else is wrong."

Feng Mo's lips curled into a mocking grin:

"Indeed, you can look down on the weak with this attitude, but when you encounter the strong, you deserve to be crushed and humiliated!"

"You mean, you're better than me? Your way of doing things is right?" Chu Qiulan's expression gradually turned cold.

"We martial artists should be upright and protect the weak, not bully them! Feng Mo, you've gone astray!"

She acknowledged Feng Mo's talent, but she disapproved of his behavior.

A sapling won't grow straight if it's not pruned, and a person won't amount to anything if they'

As the captain of the martial arts team, she has a duty to educate her team members to follow the right path.

"They can try to bully me with their superior attitude, but I can't treat them the same way? Is this double standard something your mother taught you?" Feng Mo sneered.

Chu Qiulan's expression turned completely cold. Feng Mo had mentioned her mother, which had crossed her bottom line.

"Originally, I was thinking of communicating with you and hoping that if you could admit your mistakes and correct them, I would forgive and forget about it."

Since you show no remorse, then let's have a discussion! I've seen many people like you, and without exception, they all eventually listen to my reasoning!

Chu Qiulan drank the tea in her cup in one gulp, slowly stood up, and an incomparably powerful aura began to emanate from her.

His martial arts uniform fluttered without wind, and a faint dragon's roar came from somewhere, rising from a low pitch to a high pitch.

"Just what I wanted!" Feng Mo's eyes lit up with excitement, and his vast, boundless blood and energy erupted violently.

The Heavenly Thunder Dragon Suppressing Fist, carrying terrifying force and a whooshing sound, was unleashed with overwhelming force.