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

The stairwell outside the venue was dimly lit.

Yun Wanrou turned around and stared down at Li Changqing.

"What kind of true dragon could possibly emerge from a muddy pond like Ning City, devoid of spiritual energy?"

"You, the mighty Thunder King, have wasted a hundred years huddled there, is this your compromise with fate?"

"Professor Yun, be careful what you say." Li Changqing unscrewed the thermos and blew on the floating goji berries.

"Lei Jun died in the East China Sea long ago. The person standing here now is the principal of Ning City No. 1 Middle School. He has dedicated himself to teaching and nurturing students, so his time has not been wasted."

"Stop trying to fool me with this nonsense!"

Yun Wanrou's tone suddenly rose, and a strong sense of oppression filled the narrow stairwell.

"I've come to take you away!"

"I have found the whereabouts of the 'Soul-Shaping Elixir.' As long as you return to Shanghai with me, with the resources of my Yun family, we can definitely repair part of your martial soul and restore 70% of your strength within three years!"

Li Changqing's hand holding the thermos cup was extremely steady, not even causing the slightest ripple on the water's surface.

He raised his head, his eyes calm.

"Back to Shanghai?"

"Go back and watch those people from the Xia family who climbed to power by stepping on my broken back swaggering around?"

"Or should I go back to being a mere retainer and old dog of your Yun family?"

Yun Wanrou's chest heaved violently, her voice filled with anger at her son's lack of ambition.

"The Xia family's delay in the battle back then was an accident caused by an intelligence failure! Why do you have to be so fixated on it and think everyone is so despicable?"

"An accident?" Li Changqing chuckled and shook his head.

"Yun Wanrou, you were born into a prestigious family and are used to being high and mighty!"

"You don't understand how many obstacles there are on the path of martial arts for people like us from small places."

"Even if I were to be burned to ashes, my old bones would only be scattered on the land of Ning City, to illuminate even an inch of the path of martial arts for the younger generation in my hometown."

Yun Wanrou laughed in anger, the last trace of warmth in her eyes vanishing.

"Excellent, truly inspiring future generations!"

"I'd like to see what kind of trash these Ning City descendants are, the result of your own desperate struggle!"

She gritted her teeth and declared definitively, "In my opinion, your so-called geniuses from Ning City No. 1 High School won't even make it into the top 100 in the individual competition this year!"

Yun Wanrou strode back to the monitoring venue, her body radiating cold.

Li Changqing followed behind, maintaining his unhurried demeanor.

Upon seeing this, Deng Ming straightened his back and didn't even dare to breathe.

"Director Deng," Yun Wanrou said in a chilling tone, "bring up the real-time monitoring of the Ning City No. 1 Middle School martial arts team and put it on the main screen."

Deng Ming dared not delay and immediately operated the control panel.

The huge main screen flickered, and the image instantly locked onto the main gate of Wudao Village.

When the formation of the Ning City No. 1 Middle School team was clearly seen on the screen, many of the teachers in the stadium who were watching the main screen had very strange expressions.

Of the group of more than thirty people, half had shiny bald heads that reflected a blinding light in the sunlight.

Yun Wanrou glanced at Li Changqing and said sneer, "This is the elite you've trained? A Shaolin Temple lay disciple refresher course?"

Li Changqing took a sip of water and didn't reply.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's attention was drawn to the handsome young man in the picture who broke away from the main group and walked alone towards the archway.

At the entrance of Wudao Village.

Zheng Yao looked at Feng Mo, who was walking leisurely towards her, and let out a disdainful sneer.

"From Ning City? You bunch of bottom-of-the-barrel types who always come in last place, do you think you're worthy to stand in front of me?"

Feng Mo stopped ten meters away from Zheng Yao.

He looked Zheng Yao up and down, his eyes showing no anger or fear, but rather great interest.

Seeing that Feng Mo remained silent, Zheng Yao frowned.

"Can't you understand human speech?"

"Let me tell you, Wudao Village has been completely taken over by our Provincial Capital No. 1 High School, Provincial Capital No. 2 High School, and Xiacheng No. 1 High School. If you don't want to end up lying on the ground, get out of here!"

Feng Mo picked at his ear. "Do you know the saying, 'A good dog doesn't block the way'?"

"Say that again if you dare!"

Zheng Yao's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, his fiery true energy coursing through his body.

He planned to thoroughly teach this reckless troublemaker a lesson, and incidentally establish his authority in front of the entire provincial team.

"If you know what's good for you, get out of here, you stupid dog!" Feng Mo said calmly, his voice completely unwavering.

"You're asking for it!"

"I'd like to see if your fists are as hard as your mouth!"

Zheng Yao was furious; the pride of a genius from the provincial capital made him unable to tolerate such contempt.

He bent his knees slightly, ready to unleash his strongest attack.

"Oh well."

Feng Mo gave a perfunctory reply.

Before the words were even finished, a thunderclap seemed to rise from the ground.

A blinding golden lightning bolt suddenly appeared beneath Feng Mo's feet.

The perfect Heavenly Thunder Flash was unleashed at full power!

Zheng Yao's sinister smile was still lingering on his face when Feng Mo disappeared from sight.

The next instant, a gust of wind swept over him, and Feng Mo was already close to him.

A long, slender hand precisely grasped Zheng Yao's flamboyant red hair.

Apply force and pull downwards.

His movements were swift and decisive, revealing a chilling ruthlessness.

Feng Mo's arm muscles were bulging as he grabbed Zheng Yao's head and slammed it hard against the ground paved with spirit stones.

The dull thud, mixed with the cracking sound of bones breaking, echoed in all directions.

The hard spirit stone ground was smashed into a spiderweb-like crater, with fragments of stone flying everywhere and dust rising in all directions.

Zheng Yao, the arrogant and domineering genius from the provincial capital, was pinned to the ground before he could even release his protective true energy.

He lost consciousness on the spot, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

The other city team members watching the spectacle were stunned, their eyes wide with shock, speechless for a long time.

[Ding! Zheng Yao was instantly killed in front of everyone, losing face and suffering a severe defense breach, defense breach points +1500!]

Feng Mo straightened up and disgustedly shook the dust off his hands.

Only 1500? That's a bit low!

He shook his head slightly, looking somewhat dissatisfied, and gazed wistfully into the interior of the archway.

There should be more prey there, right?

Inside the monitoring venue.

Yun Wanrou, who had initially been watching with amusement, suddenly froze, her slender fingers gripping the armrest of the seat tightly.

Yang Wu and Zhou Zheng, two veteran fourth-level martial artists, sat up abruptly and stared intently at the screen.

"Such explosive speed... and that pure physical strength!" Yang Wu's voice was dry.

"He didn't even mobilize his true energy, yet Zheng Yao, a cultivator at the first level of the True Qi Realm, didn't even have a chance to react?"

Deng Ming swallowed hard, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Yun Wanrou and Li Changqing.

Li Changqing slowly unscrewed the thermos, blew on the steam, and took a sip of the goji berry water.

He smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

Feng Mo, that kid, really made him proud!

Just then, the scene on the main screen took another turn.

Inside the martial arts village, the five or six official members of the provincial capital's No. 1 Middle School, who had witnessed their companions being instantly killed, finally came to their senses.

They unleashed powerful bursts of true energy, roaring as they charged towards Feng Mo. "You're courting death!"

"A guy from Ning City dares to cause trouble in the provincial capital?"

"People from small towns just lack manners. Today, let me teach you what proper etiquette is!"

Facing the combined attack of several True Qi Realm experts, Feng Mo did not retreat even a step.

Instead, an extremely bright smile appeared on his handsome face.

He stretched out his arms, and his SS-level Qi Sea roared within him.

"Good thing you came, saves me the trouble of going in and searching one by one!"

Golden lightning energy burst forth from his body, rapidly intertwining and condensing in mid-air.

A phantom of a dragon-shaped armor enveloped his entire body.

Dragon Taming Technique, activate!