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

Five or six official members of the provincial capital's No. 1 Middle School activated their true energy.

Various colored lights intertwined, carrying all kinds of weapons such as swords, spears, and halberds, crashing down with terrifying force.

Instead of retreating, Feng Mo advanced.

Golden light shone brightly on his body, and dragon-shaped true energy armor emerged from his body.

The weapons slammed into the golden dragon armor, creating a series of explosions and sending sparks flying.

Upon closer inspection, not a single white mark was left on that layer of scales.

The absolute dominance of the second-tier S-level martial arts technique was on full display at this moment.

"Is that all you've got?" Feng Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, and unleashed a powerful Heavenly Thunder Dragon Suppression Fist.

The raging golden lightning true energy transformed into a tangible heavy hammer, mercilessly crushing this group of proud sons of heaven.

The sound of bones cracking rang out one after another.

Several provincial capital team members coughed up blood and crashed onto the hard spirit stone floor, rolling far away.

Their pride in being a genius from the provincial capital, along with their arrogance, was utterly shattered.

[Ding! You have crushed the provincial capital's elites in front of everyone, severely breaching their defenses. Defense breach points +3000!]

A pleasant system notification sound rang out.

Feng Mo shook his head in disdain.

"You think you're so arrogant with this little bit of strength? Who gave you the courage?"

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.

The other city team members watching were all dumbfounded.

After a brief pause, the crowd erupted into a violent commotion.

No one paid any attention to the provincial team members groaning on the ground. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot as they ran wildly toward the interior of the martial arts village like madmen.

"Hurry to the rooftop! If we're late, we won't even get any soup!"

Feng Mo raised an eyebrow, keenly sensing that something was amiss!

What treasure is hidden on the top floor that's causing this group to rush around?

He reached out and precisely grabbed the back of the neck of a bespectacled boy who was passing by.

The bespectacled man was about to explode, but when he turned around and met Feng Mo's calm face, he realized that Feng Mo was the big shot who had just annihilated the provincial capital's genius. His legs went weak, and he immediately backed down.

"Brother...brother, be gentle."

"What's going on on the top floor?" Feng Mo asked.

The bespectacled man swallowed hard and spilled all the details.

It turns out that the admissions officers of the three major martial arts universities in Shanghai, Jianzhou, and Shacheng had placed three martial arts techniques and a testing jade disc in the giant training room on the top floor.

The rules are simple, and everyone can understand them.

Once you believe you have fully grasped the essence, you can test the power of your martial arts on the jade disc. Those who rank highly are very likely to be directly accepted as disciples by the admissions teachers.

In the martial arts world, disciples and students are two different things.

Every martial arts master will carefully train their disciples and let them inherit their mantle and connections.

Students, on the other hand, are merely passersby with whom we have had some interaction.

Chu Qiulan walked over slowly, and after hearing these words, she suddenly understood.

"It seems that this group of people set up a checkpoint at the entrance in order to maximize their monopoly on the qualification to comprehend martial arts and reduce competition."

The bespectacled man nodded repeatedly, his face full of bitterness.

"Who says otherwise! Those three rooms have now been forcibly occupied by the three captains from the Provincial Capital No. 1 Middle School, the Provincial Capital No. 2 Middle School, and the Xia City No. 1 Middle School."

Jiang Lei scratched his head, looking completely puzzled.

"If you can't even beat the lowly thugs blocking the door, why are you rushing to the top floor? Do you think you can steal food from those three captains?"

The bespectacled man retorted, "Fatty, have you ever bought a lottery ticket?"

Jiang Lei was stunned, then nodded.

The bespectacled man shrugged: "Knowing the odds of winning are ridiculously low, why do you still buy? Isn't it all for that one in a billion chance of getting rich? We're in the same boat now. What if those team leaders don't figure it out and leave, and we get lucky and snag a bargain?"

Jiang Lei exclaimed, "Wow!"

These people have really figured out the gambling mentality in the martial arts world.

Chu Qiulan looked down and quickly flipped through the documents on her bracelet, then leaned closer to Feng Mo and reported the situation in a low voice.

"Xiao Yunfei, the captain of the First Squadron of the Provincial Capital, is at the fifth level of the True Qi Realm. He mainly cultivates the fire element. His martial arts and movement techniques are unknown, but they are at least S-level."

"Zhou Qian, the captain of the Second Squadron of the Provincial Capital, is at the fourth level of the True Qi Realm, is of the Ice Element, and has a double S-level configuration."

"Qin Wuxiang, the captain of the First Squadron of Xia City, is at the fifth level of the True Qi Realm, wind-type, and possesses an S-level martial skill and an SS-level movement technique."

Chu Qiulan's beautiful eyes flickered as she looked at Feng Mo.

"Do you want to go to the rooftop?"

She was completely impressed by Feng Mo's extraordinary talent and was convinced that these three favorites to win the championship were no match for Feng Mo, even though Feng Mo had only recently broken through to the True Qi Realm.

Feng Mo glanced at her sideways, his expression speechless.

"What? Do I like causing trouble?"

Chu Qiulan smiled.

"Hmm! My gut feeling tells me those three are in for trouble. But since they've teamed up to block the door, they'll definitely team up against the enemy too. Are you confident? Do you need my help?"

Feng Mo waved his hand decisively: "No need, you lead the team to check in first."

With that, he put his hands in his pockets and strode towards the top floor.

Those are all obvious points of vulnerability; he wants them all.

Jiang Lei watched Feng Mo's departing figure, his fat jiggling, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Holy crap! Captain! Is Feng Mo going to the rooftop to take on those three freak captains?! If he wins, will our Ning City No. 1 High School also be able to comprehend those three martial arts techniques?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yu, Shen Yue, and the other bald team members' eyes lit up like searchlights.

As the gap in strength widened, their attitude towards Feng Mo had long since changed from initial jealousy and fear to blind worship and pride.

Now that Feng Mo is actually going to challenge the captains of those three dominant teams, their audacity makes them proud.

Jiang Lei's voice is extremely penetrating.

The other martial arts team members who were originally trying to squeeze in heard it all clearly.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"A prodigy from Ning City No. 1 High School is going to challenge the three captains to a one-on-one fight!"

The news spread like wildfire.

Martial Arts Village has four gates.

Those teams that were originally blocked at other entrances, upon learning that this gate was open and that an epic drama was about to unfold, rushed to this gate and headed to the top floor.

Inside the monitoring venue.

The large screen was showing footage of Feng Mo climbing the steps.

Inside the venue, team leaders and teachers from various cities whispered amongst themselves, marveling at the terrifying combat power displayed by Feng Mo.

Many people asserted that this child definitely has the potential to be among the top ten in this year's provincial competition.

But when they heard that he intended to take on the three captains, who were at the fourth or fifth level of the True Qi Realm, all of them shook their heads.

Young people are ultimately too arrogant and ignorant of their own limitations.

Professors Yang Wu and Zhou Zheng from Wuhan University also frowned.

"This kid is indeed exceptionally talented, but he's a bit too arrogant," Yang Wu commented.

"Yes, young people still need to be polished before they can learn to be tactful," Zhou Zheng sighed.

Yun Wanrou turned her head to look at Li Changqing sitting in the corner and said sarcastically.

"This Feng Mo is indeed quite something, but he actually plans to take on three prodigies with profound backgrounds all by himself."

Li Changqing, his arrogant demeanor is exactly like yours back then! I just wonder if he has the same strength as you back then, the ability to sweep aside your contemporaries?

Li Changqing leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, slowly unscrewing the thermos.

He blew on the goji berries on the water's surface and replied slowly.

"He must have his reasons for doing this."

Yun Wanrou raised her eyebrows slightly and spoke tentatively.

"You trust him that much? Those are three prodigies who enjoy top-tier resources. Although they are not as monstrous as those in Shanghai, they are not comparable to those ordinary geniuses who block the door."

Li Changqing took a small sip of the goji berry water, his gaze fixed on the large screen through the rising steam.

"I trust my judgment."

Hearing these confident words, Yun Wanrou not only didn't get angry, but the coldness in her eyes actually faded a bit.

She stared intently at Li Changqing for a long while before uttering a sentence.

"Alright. Then I'll wait and see."

She had previously spoken harshly to Li Changqing, but in reality, she was angry at his lack of ambition.

She thought that Li Changqing was wallowing in self-pity in a small city, and that his claim of cultivating geniuses was just an excuse; in reality, he had completely lost his passion for martial arts.

Seeing that Feng Mo, whom Li Changqing had trained, did indeed have some talent, Yun Wanrou secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Li Changqing has not given up.

He is simply continuing his martial arts ideals in another way.

At the same time, her curiosity about Feng Mo was also completely ignited.

What kind of extraordinary talent could make Li Changqing value this young man so much, even believing that he has the strength to sweep away all the geniuses of his generation?