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

With a thought, Feng Mo's dragon-shaped armor slowly became ethereal, its solidity reduced to only one-third of what it had been before.

Immediately afterwards, a 20-meter-long golden dragon appeared behind him, its body hovering in the air, moving at his will.

This is another move in the Dragon Taming Technique—combining offense and defense.

It has both dragon-shaped armor for protection and a golden dragon of true energy to fight enemies.

However, its defensive capabilities are definitely reduced, and its offensive capabilities are not as strong as when it goes all out, but the key is to maintain a balance.

It has both long-range attacks and defenses.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Mo unleashed his third move – Dragon Soaring in the Sky!

The dragon-shaped armor on his body automatically decomposed into golden lightning true energy, which surged into the body of the golden dragon of true energy.

"hold head high!"

The golden dragon of true energy let out a roar, and its size increased again, reaching a length of 30 meters.

The dragon's body was incredibly solid and lifelike.

With a thought, Feng Mo unleashed a series of attacks from the golden dragon of true energy within the cultivation room.

Biting, clawing, tail whipping, strangulation—each attack method contains different techniques for utilizing true energy.

Sharp, explosive, crushing...

In addition, it also possesses the attributes of metal and lightning.

A golden dragon of true energy flew out of the training room window and circled and danced on the playground, leaving many students dumbfounded.

A moment later, the golden dragon flew back to the cultivation room, transforming into pure true energy that entered Feng Mo's body.

The attack range of the Dragon Taming Technique has also been tested, with a maximum distance of around 500 meters.

Even if Feng Mo used his movement technique to its limit, it would take him four or five seconds to cross that distance.

Feng Mo smiled slightly and looked at Chu Qiulan, who was standing there in a daze. "This Dragon Taming True Technique is indeed quite good. Once you start practicing it, feel free to ask me anything you don't understand. It won't cost you any extra money."

"Okay." Chu Qiulan snapped out of her daze and nodded quickly.

Then, she continued to practice the Soaring Dragon Fist.

Feng Mo got some resources from me, Li Changqing, and also a second-tier B-grade movement technique. He also wandered around looking for points to break through defenses to earn.

Unfortunately, both ordinary students and members of the martial arts team held him in extremely high esteem.

Every now and then you can hear people talking about his relationship with Chu Qiulan.

Helpless, Feng Mo went to the classroom office again and found that the teachers were also very kind to him, probably because Li Changqing had said something to them.

"Once you become powerful, you'll be surrounded by good people..." Feng Mo sighed, then went back to Class 9 of Senior Three, wanting to squeeze Su Yu dry once more.

But they found that Su Yu was not in class, and when they asked, she said she was still in the hospital.

Helpless, Feng Mo had no choice but to return to training room 002 and start practicing the newly acquired second-tier B-level movement technique on his own, occasionally giving Chu Qiulan some pointers.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past three days, Chu Qiulan spent all her time in cultivation room number 002, except for eating, sleeping and going to the toilet.

Under Feng Mo's guidance, she had already mastered the Soaring Dragon Fist and was about to learn the True Dragon Control Technique.

However, the provincial high school martial arts league is about to begin, and high school teams from Jian'an Province have already set off one after another.

On this day, a rally was held on the playground of Ning City No. 1 Middle School, where teachers and students from the entire school gathered in a lively atmosphere.

Principal Li Changqing delivered a brief speech on the podium.

"The annual provincial high school martial arts league will begin the day after tomorrow. This competition will determine our school's ranking in the province, as well as the allocation of educational funds and training resources."

Therefore, it concerns the vital interests of every school leader, every teacher, and every student present!

Today, all the teachers and students of Ning City No. 1 Middle School are here to send off the elite members of the martial arts team! Please welcome the elite members of the martial arts team to the stage!

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Qiulan took the lead and led the remaining 36 team members onto the podium.

The martial arts team has a total of 37 members, including 30 official members such as Chu Qiulan, while the 7 members who joined later, such as Feng Mo, are reserve members.

After everyone lined up, Li Changqing handed the team flag to Chu Qiulan.

Chu Qiulan unfurled the team flag, a bright red banner fluttering in the wind, bearing the emblem of Ning City No. 1 Middle School.

Facing thousands of teachers and students without flinching, she loudly proclaimed the team's slogan: "With my passion, I forge my martial arts; with my brilliance, I illuminate Ningyi!"

The other team members felt a surge of collective honor in their hearts and shouted loudly in response.

Immediately afterwards, all the students seemed to be infected, and they shouted in unison.

"With my passion, I forge my martial arts; with my sharp edge, I illuminate Ningyi!"

Chu Qiulan was excited. Although she was precocious, she was still young at heart.

This rally, where the entire school cheers for the martial arts team as they represent the school in battle, filled her with excitement.

Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at Feng Mo beside her.

Feng Mo, who had replaced Liu Yu as vice-captain, was standing beside her. He seemed rather uninterested and yawned in boredom.

Feng Mo had lived two lives, and such a scene was very exciting for a young man, but he only felt his toes digging into the ground.

His mind was already on the provincial league field, where many weaknesses awaited him...

Swish————

The intercity high-speed train sped through the tunnel at a speed of 2000 kilometers per hour and slowly came to a stop at Jianzhou High-speed Railway Station.

Jianzhou City is the capital city of Jian'an Province and the venue for the provincial high school martial arts league.

Li Changqing and several teachers walked ahead, while Feng Mo and his martial arts team members lined up in neat rows, slowly disembarking from the train and heading towards the exit.

Jiang Lei, the chubby boy, held up the team flag, waving it from time to time, and muttering slogans under his breath, looking quite proud.

The only odd thing was that half of the team had shaved heads; someone who didn't know better would have thought they'd just been released from a labor camp...

In the martial arts era, wild monsters roamed the land, and transportation between cities was extremely inconvenient and expensive.

Many students were leaving their hometown for the first time and were curiously looking around.

On the same train, there were also martial arts teams from other cities and schools, who were also observing each other.

At this moment, a group carrying a yellow team flag stopped in front of Feng Mo and the others.

The leader was a dark-skinned, bald, burly man whose suit was so tight it made him look like a bear.

He looked at Li Changqing and grinned, "Old Li, our Yan City has produced quite a few promising talents this year; we're probably going to surpass Ning City again!"

The bald, burly man's name is Zhao Zehai, and he is the principal of Yanshi No. 1 Middle School.

Yan City and Ning City have poor geographical locations, and whether it is the density of spiritual energy or the output of cultivation resources, they are the worst in Jian'an Province.

Therefore, every year in the provincial martial arts league, these two cities compete with each other for the second-to-last ranking.

If you can become the second to last, you will receive far more educational funding and cultivation resources than the person who is last.

As the top high schools in their respective cities, the martial arts teams of Ning City No. 1 High School and Yan City No. 1 High School have a kind of "arch-rival" relationship.

For the past three years, Ning City has been overshadowed by Yan City, ranking last for three consecutive years.

As competitors, Zhao Zehai naturally couldn't resist teasing Li Changqing when he saw him.

Before coming, he instructed his subordinates that if they encountered any martial arts teams from Ning City, they should take the opportunity to challenge them.

It would be best to weaken the opponent's strength before the league starts.

Li Changqing wasn't annoyed. With Feng Mo and Chu Qiulan as his two trump cards, he was confident he could sit back and relax this year.

"Old Zhao, I'm not trying to be mean, but your Yan City isn't good enough this year. My Ning City will at least be in the top five!"

He was being conservative with his ranking, considering that team and city competitions also affect the scores.

If it were just an individual competition, he felt that with two prodigies like Feng Mo and Chu Qiulan, taking the top three wouldn't be impossible!

"Hmph." A muscular young man with a buzz cut sneered, "When has Ning City ever not been last? They can't even beat our Yan City, yet they dare to spout nonsense about competing for the top five?"

He stepped forward, arms crossed, and looked down disdainfully at the group from Ning City No. 1 High School: "I see, not a single one of you can fight! I, Xie Long, am standing right here. Who among you dares to duel me?"