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

Jian'an Provincial Martial Arts Center.

The giant open-air stadium, large enough to hold 300,000 people, was bustling with noise.

In the center of the arena, a thousand standard arenas made of special spirit stones are neatly arranged.

The array of light curtains intertwined and clearly divided the entire area.

More than 600 teams and thousands of top martial arts students from across the province are lined up and ready to fight.

Qi and blood surged to the heavens.

The host, holding a microphone, stood on a high platform.

He cleared his throat, and his voice carried throughout the entire venue.

"This season's league adopts a brand new competition format."

His gaze swept over the massive crowd below.

"In the individual competition, Feng Mo from Ning City No. 1 Middle School received a bye."

"In the team competition, Ningshi No.1 Middle School team received a bye."

"City races, everything as usual!"

"In the first two rounds of the competition, all participants except those who received a bye must fight it out on a thousand arenas to determine the sole winner and the winning team, who will then be qualified to launch the final challenge against Feng Mo and Ning City No. 1 Middle School!"

The outcry of 300,000 people was abruptly cut off.

The huge stadium fell silent instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the sound waves ripped the dome apart.

"Why should I?!"

A contestant from Jinan, with bloodshot eyes, drew a long sword from his waist and pointed it at the high platform.

"How dare some unknown Ning City No. 1 High School trample on all of us? It's a conspiracy!"

"protest!"

"Why is that guy named Feng Mo getting a bye?!"

Thousands of unsuspecting contestants were outraged.

Some people began to attack the array barrier at the edge of the arena, and metal weapons struck the light screen, sending up dazzling sparks.

The team leaders and principals from each city sat in the front row of the spectator stands, their faces showing helplessness.

The images from the monitoring room in Wudao Village replayed in their minds.

Feng Mo took on three opponents single-handedly, beating the province's top geniuses like dogs.

That level of fighting power would have been more than enough to award the championship trophy directly in previous years.

The unsuspecting players below were still causing trouble, and the situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

From the host's seat, Yun Wanrou let out a cold snort.

A purple phantom of a female demon spirit, hundreds of meters tall, rose from the ground behind her.

Cover the sky.

The fifth-order mental pressure poured down like a tsunami, precisely covering each troublemaking contestant.

The illusory figure of the demon opened its mouth, uttering Yun Wanrou's domineering voice: "The competition rules were specially approved by the Governor-General of Jian'an Province; everything is legal and compliant! Those who cause trouble will be dealt with severely!"

Under the pressure of the high-level martial artist, the contestant who was holding his weapon aloft felt his legs go weak.

The sounds of "thumps" echoed as hundreds and thousands of people were forced to kneel on the ground, gasping for breath.

The audience was silent.

Protests are futile in the face of absolute power.

The contestants lowered their heads, their anger directed at Feng Mo, who had "gotten in through connections."

They stared intently at the side of the platform.

There, a solitary throne stood.

Feng Mo sat upright on the throne.

He didn't even lift an eyelid when faced with thousands of menacing gazes.

He leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand, calmly watching his peers below, who were gritting their teeth in anger.

This format makes it impossible to consistently exploit weaknesses in the opponent's defenses on the ring.

However, this suited him perfectly.

With a cultivation level of the ninth level of the True Qi Realm, fighting against weaker opponents at the first or second level of the True Qi Realm or even the Body Tempering Realm is a waste of time, and the gains from breaking through their defenses are extremely low.

Perhaps we should wait and see how they raise their poisonous insects.

Decide on the strongest one and place all your hopes on that person.

Then he would take action and reap the rewards in one fell swoop.

Maximize profits.

In the organizer's seat, Yun Wanrou yawned lazily.

She had absolutely no interest in the chickens pecking at each other below.

His gaze shifted, glancing to his side.

Li Changqing sat in the chair, his eyes sunken, his face pale, exuding a sense of utter exhaustion.

He held the thermos in both hands, his hands shaking so much that he couldn't even unscrew the lid.

Yun Wanrou chuckled softly.

She is more looking forward to the city competition than the individual and team competitions.

At that time, the teams from the eight major cities in the province will inevitably join forces to gang up on Feng Mo because of today's competition format.

How will this little devil deal with it?

That's something to look forward to.

The dull sound of war drums rang out.

The formation of a thousand arenas was activated simultaneously.

The provincial high school martial arts league has officially begun!

The individual competition format is extremely brutal.

Losers are eliminated directly, and their performance is converted into a score, which determines their ranking.

The winner's score increases, and they seamlessly enter the second matchmaking pool.

There was no time to rest, no chance to catch one's breath.

A contest of combat strength, a test of physical endurance, a depletion of inner energy, and a torment of willpower.

The battle escalated rapidly from the very beginning.

Many ordinary players have exhausted their inner energy in continuous high-intensity battles.

A burly young man wielding two axes, after winning three consecutive matches, found his arms trembling so badly that he could no longer lift the axes.

His opponent was a thin girl at the first level of the True Qi Realm.

The girl seized the opportunity and with a light, effortless palm strike, swept the burly boy off the stage.

True top geniuses crush their opponents with absolute strength, defeating them in a single move.

They used the gaps in the match to sit cross-legged in the center of the arena, breathing in and out spiritual energy to recover their true energy.

Arena Number Three.

Xiao Yunfei makes his appearance.

He had taken extremely precious healing pills, and the injuries he had sustained from being severely wounded by Feng Mo had been completely healed.

His aura was colder and more aggressive than before.

Facing an opponent at the third level of the True Qi Realm, Xiao Yunfei didn't waste any words.

The phantom of the giant fiery bear roared behind him.

He threw a punch.

The opponent's protective aura shattered inch by inch, and he was sent flying dozens of meters away, crashing heavily onto the array's light barrier. He was unconscious when he fell.

Xiao Yunfei stood still, not even glancing at his fallen opponent, his gaze fixed on the throne on the high platform.

Frustration, humiliation, fear.

He vented all his emotions towards Feng Mo on his next opponent.

Stage number fifteen, Zhou Qian.

Extremely cold true energy spread, freezing the entire arena into an ice field.

Her opponent couldn't even move before an ice spike pierced his shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

Arena number seventy-two, Qin Wuxiang.

He vanished into a blurry afterimage.

Before his opponent could even see him draw his sword, he felt a chill on his neck.

A strand of hair fell down as Qin Wuxiang sheathed his sword.

They advanced with consecutive wins.

They used ruthless methods to demonstrate the strength and prestige of the provincial capital to the entire province.

It was as if they wanted to tell everyone with this performance that their defeat to Feng Mo was not because they were weak, but because Feng Mo was too strong!

As the match continued, the focus of attention quickly shifted.

Arena number seven.

A boy nearly 1.9 meters tall, clad in ancient black iron armor, stood as heavy as an iron tower in the center of the arena.

Zhao Tengyun, a descendant of a thousand-year-old family of military generals!

A martial artist at the seventh level of the True Qi Realm!

Zhao Tengyun held a three-meter-long dragon-patterned spear in both hands, with the spear tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

His opponent was a martial artist at the fourth level of the True Qi Realm who was skilled in movement techniques.

The man used his movement technique to move rapidly around Zhao Tengyun, trying to find an opening.

Zhao Tengyun remained unmoved.

The moment his opponent circled behind him and launched a surprise attack, Zhao Tengyun moved.

He turned around, took a step, and drew his gun.

The Panlong Spear transformed into a roaring, furious dragon, crashing into the opponent's weapon with a deafening sonic boom.

The longsword, forged from fine steel, broke in two.

The opponent, along with his broken sword, was thrown off the stage by an overwhelming force.

Defeating the enemy in one move!

In the following matches, no matter who the opponent was or what martial arts they used, Zhao Tengyun always responded with a simple and brutal shot.

The spear flashed like a dragon, sweeping away thousands of troops.

There is no enemy who can withstand a single blow.

Arena number ninety-nine.

A young girl stood quietly.

She was slender, with a white ribbon around her eyes, and carried an ancient longsword on her back.

Leng Ning Shuang, successor of the reclusive Mind's Eye Sword Sect.

Her temperament is aloof and cold, keeping strangers at bay.

Her opponent was a young swordsman at the third level of the True Qi Realm.

Seeing that she was a blind woman, the young swordsman looked down on her, shouted loudly, and swung his sword at her.

Frost did not draw her sword.

She simply raised her hand, grasped the scabbard behind her, and casually swung the sword forward, sword and all.

A sharp sword aura burst forth from its sheath.

The swordsman's protective aura was shattered, a long gash appeared in his clothes on his chest, and fine beads of blood seeped from his skin.

The young swordsman stood frozen in place, his back soaked with cold sweat.

If the other party were to draw his sword, he would already be two pieces of a corpse.

"I concede." The young swordsman lowered his head and jumped off the stage.

The blind girl, wielding a sheathed longsword, defeated her enemy in a single move.

The audience erupted in cheers.

"These two are the truly deserving peerless geniuses to receive a bye!"

"That one in arena number seven is Zhao Tengyun, the heir to a martial arts family with a thousand-year-old tradition! His background is unfathomable!"

"That blind girl, number ninety-nine, is Leng Ning Shuang, the successor of the reclusive sect, the Mind's Eye Sword Sect! This sect doesn't rely on sight; they specialize in cultivating the Mind's Eye, making their perception even more terrifying!"

Information spread rapidly among the audience.

"That's too strong."

"What kind of guy is Feng Mo, who got a bye through connections? Does he dare to take a shot from Zhao Tengyun? Can he block Leng Ningshuang's sword energy?"

The mockery and ridicule erupted from the audience.

Countless people were convinced that the final champion would be either Zhao Tengyun or Leng Ningshuang.

"Once they get first place, we'll tear that stinky face of Feng Mo's to shreds! We'll kick him off his throne!"

On the stands, a few people who knew the inside story of the martial arts village's rooftop sneered as they listened to the surrounding clamor.

"ignorance."

A player from the provincial capital's No. 1 Middle School, who had already lost, was also watching the game. Hearing their complaints, he immediately sneered.

"Feng Mo's combat strength is definitely no weaker than these two. The physical strength he displayed at the time was even more terrifying than Zhao Tengyun's."

This statement ignited the fuse.

"Bullshit! How much money did you take from Ning City No. 1 Middle School?"

"Boosting the morale of others while diminishing our own—are the students at the provincial capital's No. 1 High School really that spineless?"

Supporters of both sides engaged in a heated exchange of insults in the stands, with spittle flying everywhere.

The atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak.

On the high platform.

Feng Mo changed his posture, crossing his arms in front of him.

He looked at Zhao Tengyun on stage number seven, and then at Leng Ningshuang on stage number ninety-nine.

interesting.

Two slightly stronger worms finally emerged from the jar used for raising worms.