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

A pale blue light screen, visible only to Feng Mo, appeared before his eyes.

[Martial Soul: The Great Sage Equal to Heaven]

[Rank: Mythical]

[Level: lv1 (Upgradeable)]

[Talent 1: Great Sage's Battle Will! Effect: Possesses the indomitable fighting spirit of the Great Sage, fearless of any realm, race, or pressure; has terrifying combat instincts; combat power increased by 300%; grows stronger the longer the battle lasts.]

[Talent Two: Spiritual Daoist Bones! Effect: The Spiritual Stone Monkey possesses innate immortal roots and unparalleled martial arts talent, resulting in a rapid increase in cultivation speed and a 500% absorption rate of elixirs and rare treasures.]

[Talent Three: Profound Wisdom! Effect: Innate, unparalleled comprehension; able to instantly learn any technique, martial art, or supernatural power; able to apply knowledge to new situations, innovate, and grasp the essence and create variations.]

"Things are getting interesting!"

Feng Mo's lips curled into a smile. Thinking about the upcoming exhibition match and the harsh words his opponent had uttered, he was even a little impatient.

However, remembering that he still had some defense penetration points left, Feng Mo said, "System, I want to add points."

As a seasoned gambler, he was used to going all in without holding back.

The next second, a blue light screen appeared.

[Host: Feng Mo (First Level of Body Tempering Realm)]

[Martial Soul: Mythical Level - Great Sage Equaling Heaven (lv1)]

[Cultivation Technique: F-Rank Body Tempering Method (Beginner Level 11%)]

Martial Arts Skill: Basic Staff Techniques (Beginner Level 33%)

[Body Techniques: Basic Footwork (Beginner Level 22%)]

[Current breach point: 400]

In the system panel, the three items, "Cultivation Techniques," "Martial Arts Skills," and "Movement Techniques," are slightly flashing, indicating that points can be allocated to them.

The Martial Soul is displayed in gray, presumably because there are too few points to break through defenses, so it cannot be added yet.

"Among martial artists, realm is king. System, allocate all points to Body Tempering Technique!" Feng Mo's gaze was firm.

[Ding! 400 Defense Points consumed, you have begun practicing the F-Rank Body Tempering Technique!]

[Your extraordinary insight immediately revealed the numerous flaws in the F-grade body tempering method, like an eighty-year-old woman running wildly in a downpour wearing a tattered plastic bag—it has some effect, but not much...]

[Based on your limited and fragmented martial arts experience, you have optimized the F-level Body Tempering Method and successfully comprehended the B-level Body Tempering Method (Perfect)!]

[Due to insufficient martial arts experience, even with extraordinary wisdom, you are powerless to make a meal without ingredients; the deduction of the Body Tempering Method has stalled. Therefore, you decide to first improve your cultivation level!]

With the blessing of your spiritual essence, your cultivation has been divinely aided, allowing you to break through four levels and reach the fifth level of Body Tempering!

[Defense penetration points exhausted, skill point allocation complete!]

A powerful surge of energy coursed through his entire body, making his limbs and bones feel like those of a wild beast awakened, brimming with explosive power.

A glint flashed in Feng Mo's eyes. If he remembered correctly, Su Yu was just a nobody at the fourth level of Body Tempering.

A smile played on his lips as he strode toward the playground.

"Verbal humiliation is far from enough for the weak! We must use force to force her to kneel down, crying and begging to hand over her vulnerabilities!"

……

The playground was bustling with people and incredibly lively.

The students from each class lined up in an orderly fashion according to their class.

School leaders and teachers sat in the front row of the stands, chatting and laughing.

A magnificent and stirring battle song came over the loudspeaker, creating a very enthusiastic atmosphere at the scene.

Holding the microphone, the host announced in a loud voice, "The first exhibition match will be between Su Yu from Class 9 of Senior Three and Feng Mo. Please welcome our two contestants to the stage!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause that lasted for a long time.

The first-year high school students clapped the most enthusiastically.

The Great Xia Dynasty values ​​martial arts, and every student begins learning martial arts theory from a young age.

Students will not be exposed to body tempering techniques until the first year of high school, will not learn martial arts until the second year, and will not have the opportunity to compete until the third year.

For a group of energetic young people who are passionate about martial arts, nothing is more exciting than a martial arts competition!

Some senior high school students looked puzzled when the host called their names.

"I know Su Yu, she's the top student in Class 9 of Senior Three, but who's Feng Mo? I've never heard of him!"

"I remember the second place in Class 9 of Senior Three was Gao Ren, not Feng Mo. How come he's the one competing?"

"Hehe, you guys don't know this! Feng Mo is the weakling in our class. He's been bullied by Su Yu since the first year of high school, and he's always been her sparring partner. This competition was all planned by Su Yu!"

"This...this is just too cowardly! He's been bullied by a girl for three years?"

"I saw on the form that he seems to be only at the first level of Body Tempering. Let's guess how many moves he can exchange with Su Yu."

"Ten moves at most, right?"

"I guess three moves!"

"What if Feng Mo wins?"

"Impossible! I know his skill level. If he can beat Su Yu, I'll eat my hat!"

"Keep an eye on him, guys. If Feng Mo wins, I'll cash in!"

"Pfft, if he really wins, I'll eat whatever you want if you dare pull me!"

……

On the arena, Su Yu stood proudly, holding a long spear.

Looking at Feng Mo slowly walking down from below the stage, a cold smile appeared on her lips.

The thought of her opponent being swiftly and decisively defeated by her, kneeling before her and begging for mercy, made her breath quicken and her whole being feel excited!

The host and referee, looking at Feng Mo unarmed, asked in confusion, "Feng Mo, where's your weapon?"

Although it was an exhibition match, each participant used a practice weapon.

After all, no matter how strong your fist and leg techniques are, they are still far inferior to swords, spears, and clubs.

Feng Mo stepped onto the arena, hands in his pockets: "I will not use weapons."

My basic staff techniques are just the beginning; they're not much better than bare-handed fighting.

Su Yu flicked her gun and gave a cold laugh:

"Feng Mo, are you scared now? Did you think I would let you go if you didn't show weakness by using weapons?"

Don't be delusional! I'll show you that the weak should keep their tails between their legs, not bark at the strong!

Feng Mo looked at Su Yu indifferently: "Can you shut up? Your little mouth keeps giggling, it's as annoying as a chicken croaking."

"You!" Su Yu gritted her teeth.

Feng Mo didn't give any system prompts, so he figured it would be hard to break through anyone's defenses with just words.

After all, once a person's defenses are breached, their resilience increases, and they can't rely on words every time.

But that's just right, because Feng Mo prefers to solve problems with his hands rather than with words.

He looked at the host: "Can we begin?"

The host looked at Su Yu, who raised her hand to indicate she was ready, and announced, "Both sides are ready, the match begins!"

Excitement flashed in Su Yu's eyes. The thought of Feng Mo being severely punished by her made her feel the pent-up anger in her chest about to be released.

She flicked her spear and thrust it towards Feng Mo.

However, she only felt a blur before her eyes, and Feng Mo's indifferent face was already inches away, his hair swaying slightly, like a slow-motion scene in a movie.

Su Yu's pupils contracted: "How is this possible? How could your speed be..."

The opponent was clearly just a weakling at the first level of the Body Tempering Realm; his strength and speed should be far inferior to his own.

But now, in the blink of an eye, the opponent has already broken into his inner defensive circle.

For a martial artist skilled in using a long spear, being forced into such a distance by an enemy means certain death!

Feng Mo remained silent, clenched his fist, and suddenly slammed it into Su Yu's face.

Even with his current level of martial arts proficiency, none of them are as effective as his unarmed combat instincts.

At the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm, with the blessing of the Great Sage's battle intent, the combat power one can unleash is extremely terrifying.

An explosive force poured out, shattering directly on her delicate face!

Crack! A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, accompanied by splattering blood and two teeth falling to the ground.

Su Yu's nose was broken, and her upper body arched backward under the force, but before she could fall to the ground, her hair was grabbed hard by a strong hand.

"Aaaaaah! It hurts so much!" Su Yu's shrill scream rang out.

She felt a sharp pain in her nasal bone, and tears and snot streamed down her face, making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

The excruciating pain on the scalp was even more unbearable; the tearing sensation from the ends of the hair felt like the scalp was being ripped off.

The thought of her carefully maintained face being slapped, especially in an exhibition match with so many people watching, completely broke her.

[Ding! Slapped in the face in front of the entire school, her once-proud good looks are now disfigured, causing Su Yu to suffer a severe breakdown, breaking her defenses by 500 points!]

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The students who were just making a bet were stunned.

The school leaders and teachers in the front row of the stands were also quite surprised.

It's important to understand that the reason it's an exhibition match rather than a qualifying round is because the winners are basically decided within each class.

The martial arts competitions they're holding now are just a performance for the students.

Only in very rare cases will there be an unexpected reversal, but those are always cases where the second-ranked student in the class suddenly shines and becomes an overnight sensation.

But this student wasn't second in the class; he was at the very bottom!

The audience was stunned, but Feng Mo didn't stop.

He grabbed Su Yu's hair with one hand, lifted her slightly so that her feet were off the ground and her line of sight was level with his.

He tilted his head slightly, his tone flat, as if asking what he wanted for lunch: "Who were you just calling the weakling?"