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

The top floor of Wudao Village.

The wide circular corridor was already packed with students from various cities who came to watch the spectacle.

But no one dared to approach the giant training room in the center.

The door to the training room was tightly closed.

Outside the door, a dozen elite members from the three major battle teams stood in a row, the atmosphere tense and tense.

Feng Mo climbed the steps leisurely.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, he parted the sea and made his way straight to the door of the giant training chamber.

The deputy captain of the provincial capital's No. 1 Middle School, who was guarding the goal, stepped forward.

The long sword was drawn, pointing directly at Feng Mo.

"Halt! The three captains are inside studying martial arts. All bystanders, get out of the way!"

The vice-captains and elite members of the other two teams stepped forward in unison, weapons drawn, their faces grim.

Feng Mo paused slightly.

A dazzling golden lightning bolt suddenly appeared.

No unnecessary words, no fancy opening moves.

A five-clawed golden dragon, woven from golden thunder energy, instantly took shape.

A high-pitched dragon's roar echoed through the corridor.

The golden dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, charged headlong into the group of elite team members with overwhelming force.

Completely destroying everything in its path.

Before they could even scream, more than a dozen arrogant geniuses were violently knocked away.

Weapons shattered on the ground, and blood stained the walls.

[Ding! A brutal crushing victory over three elite teams has left the targets utterly humiliated, and increased defense points by 5000!]

A pleasant notification sound rang out.

Feng Mo twisted his neck with satisfaction.

He stepped over the groaning bodies scattered on the ground and walked to the heavy alloy door.

Behind the door were three of the province's top geniuses.

Feng Mo raised his hand and pressed his palm against the cold door panel.

"Are they hiding inside incubating their eggs?"

True Qi is exhaled and exhaled.

With a loud bang, the heavy alloy door slammed inward, causing the ground to tremble violently.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the scene inside the training room was revealed.

Three figures sitting cross-legged opened their eyes simultaneously.

A powerful surge of true energy emanated from his body, forcing the onlookers outside the corridor to retreat repeatedly.

On the left, Xiao Yunfei, dressed in red, was surrounded by flames.

On the right, Zhou Qian, dressed in a snow-white dress, exudes a chilling aura.

In the center, Qin Wuxiang, dressed in a blue robe, stood upright, a gentle breeze swirling around him.

The three of them looked slightly displeased as their meditation was interrupted by someone forcibly breaking down the door.

However, according to their private agreement, anyone who manages to break in can share their martial arts skills with them.

After all, while the three major teams are strong, they cannot completely overwhelm the province's top talents.

Being able to come here means that I am qualified to have a dialogue with them on an equal footing.

Zhou Qian glanced at the martial arts uniform insignia on Feng Mo's body and raised an eyebrow slightly: "I didn't expect Ning City to produce such a genius this year."

Xiao Yunfei glanced at him arrogantly, "You are qualified to obtain a seat to comprehend martial arts."

Qin Wuxiang remained calm, glanced at Feng Mo, and then closed his eyes again to continue his meditation.

Feng Mo stepped across the threshold, his gaze sweeping over the three people before finally settling on the test jade disc in the center, which emitted a faint glow.

He smiled politely, "Excuse me, I don't like having people around when I'm studying martial arts. Could you please leave?"

Upon hearing this, the three people's expressions changed drastically.

Xiao Yunfei, who had the most fiery temper, stood up abruptly, his hands already radiating blazing true energy.

"What do you mean? Are you looking for trouble?"

Zhou Qian and Qin Wuxiang also had unfriendly expressions, and the fluctuations of their true energy gradually intensified.

"Don't misunderstand." Feng Mo patted the dust off his clothes, his tone sincere.

"I'm not targeting anyone in particular."

"I just want to say, all three of you here are trash!"

"And trash doesn't deserve to be my equal."

True Qi surged within the giant cultivation chamber.

Xiao Yunfei's face turned red, and his fire-type true energy overflowed uncontrollably.

The surrounding air rippled with visible heat waves.

Rubbish?

This brat from Ning City dares to point his finger at the three of them and call them trash?

Normally, if anyone dared to speak to him like that, he would have already pounded them into the ground!

But today, Xiao Yunfei didn't rush to make a move.

Elite team members lay scattered on the ground outside the door, yet this kid's breathing rate remained unchanged.

This composure suppressed Xiao Yunfei's anger.

His gaze swept over Feng Mo, then quickly met that of Zhou Qian and Qin Wuxiang.

Three of the province's top talents have reached an unprecedented consensus to join forces.

Zhou Qian was the first to make a move.

She unreservedly displayed her fourth-level True Qi Realm foundation, and the Extreme Cold True Qi spread outward in a ring around her.

The temperature outside the corridor plummeted, and a thick layer of white frost quickly climbed onto the stone floor tiles.

The extreme low temperature of ice-type true qi is specifically designed to counter a martial artist's qi and blood; once the joints are frozen, speed will inevitably be greatly reduced.

The students from various cities who were watching were so cold that they kept backing away, their teeth chattering.

Xiao Yunfei followed closely behind.

A violent crimson aura burst forth from his body, rapidly gathering and expanding above his head, transforming into a ten-meter-tall phantom of a giant fiery bear.

The giant bear roared to the sky, its heavy paws crushing the paving stones as it crushed Feng Mo head-on with overwhelming force.

The heat and cold air intertwined, creating a white mist storm in the training room.

Qin Wuxiang disappeared.

The alternation of hot and cold air currents creates wind on flat ground.

He swayed and merged directly into the chaotic airflow around him.

The second-tier SS-level movement technique is like a ghost, lurking in the shadows, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.

Frost controls the battlefield, the Crimson Flame Bear launches a powerful attack, and assassins lurk in the shadows.

Feng Mo remained completely calm, his feet planted firmly on the spot, and his SS-level Qi Sea within his body began to circulate rapidly.

A resounding dragon's roar pierced through the building, and a thirty-meter-long golden dragon of true energy spiraled out.

In team fights, prioritize eliminating crowd control champions!

There were no fancy attempts.

Jinlong ignored the frost on the ground slowing it down and crashed headlong into Zhou Qian, who was in charge of controlling the situation.

The sharpness of Geng metal combined with the ferocity of thunder tore the frost along the way to shreds.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yunfei let out a sinister laugh.

Facing his attack head-on, how dare this kid be distracted and control the golden dragon to launch a long-range attack?

The giant flaming bear raised its paws high, radiating intense heat capable of incinerating everything, and slammed them down on the spot where Feng Mo was standing.

Flames shot into the sky, and floor tiles shattered and flew everywhere.

Xiao Yunfei's smug smile froze on his face.

The giant bear's paws pierced through Feng Mo's body.

There was no tangible sensation of flesh and blood flying everywhere, only the muffled sound of air being torn apart.

Feng Mo's true form had already manifested thirty meters away.

He tilted his head, his gaze passing over the firelight to focus on Xiao Yunfei.

On the other side, Zhou Qian had nowhere to retreat.

The oppressive aura of the Golden Dragon of True Qi was too overwhelming; its destructive and crushing power made her scalp tingle.

She waved her hands repeatedly, frantically squeezing out her inner energy, and four thick ice crystal shields appeared one after another in front of her.

Dragon claw strike.

The first shield shattered, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

As the second shield cracked, Zhou Qian's blood surged, and a metallic taste rose in her throat.

The third shield, covered in spiderweb patterns, disintegrated with a crash.

The last ice shield was struck by the remaining power of the golden dragon, and Zhou Qian staggered back seven or eight steps before her back slammed heavily against the wall.

She was stunned. How could someone force her to this point with just ranged attacks?

Is this person really from a small place like Ning City?

[Ding! Zhou Qian's pride is thwarted, her defense is slightly breached, defense breach points +1000]

The system's notification sounds are crisp and pleasant.

At the same moment that Feng Mo revealed himself and Zhou Qian was defeated, Qin Wuxiang made his move.

This was the gap he had been waiting for.

The old forces have just departed, and the new forces have not yet arisen.

Qin Wuxiang launched an attack from behind Feng Mo's blind spot.

The rapidly spinning wind blades in his palm sliced ​​through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and aimed straight for Feng Mo's nape.

Inside the monitoring venue, Zhou Zheng and Yang Wu leaned forward simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the screen.

Yun Wanrou gripped the armrests of the chair tightly.

This attack could seriously injure even a martial artist at the fifth level of the True Qi Realm if they were not careful!