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

The sentiment is indignant.

Countless people pointed at Feng Mo on the high platform and cursed him.

In their eyes, Feng Mo was a shameless scoundrel who relied on his connections to get through the finals without any progress.

Why should he be able to sit comfortably on the throne and watch others fight tooth and nail in the ring?

The team leaders and teachers from each school wore sneers and crossed their arms, waiting to see what would happen.

Some people even placed bets privately, wagering that Feng Mo could withstand a few moves from Leng Ningshuang.

Zhao Zehai, the principal of Yan City No. 1 Middle School, burst out laughing and turned to the teacher beside him, saying, "Just watch, this kid is about to show his true colors. Leng Ning Shuang, with her invincible momentum, will surely cripple him with a single sword strike! Li Changqing will probably lose all face this time!"

However, amidst this bustling sea of ​​noise, the scene on the organizer's platform was quite different.

Yun Wanrou shifted to a more comfortable sitting position, crossing her long legs, and listlessly picked up a delicate file, gently trimming her rounded nails.

Li Changqing unscrewed the thermos, slowly blew on the few goji berries floating on top, and took a satisfied sip of hot water.

The two exchanged a glance and both saw the undisguised smile in each other's eyes.

Looking at the 300,000 enthusiastic spectators below, shouting themselves hoarse, this was exactly the effect they wanted.

"Old Li, how many seconds do you think this girl can last?" Yun Wanrou asked casually without even looking up.

"Support? You overestimate her." Li Changqing closed the thermos, smacked his lips, and said, "That kid Feng Mo doesn't have the word 'cherishing women' in his dictionary. This girl is probably going to be traumatized today."

In an effort to quell public anger and demonstrate the "absolute fairness" of the competition, an official from the Governor's Office strode onto the ring.

He was holding an antique-looking brocade box in his hands.

"Contestant Leng Ning Shuang has won consecutive victories, and her stamina is greatly depleted," the official announced loudly. "To ensure fairness in the final battle, the Governor's Office hereby bestows upon her one second-tier S-grade elixir, the 'Minor Rejuvenation Pill'!"

As soon as the brocade box was opened, a rich aroma of medicine instantly filled the entire room.

Without any hesitation, Leng Ningshuang picked up the pill and swallowed it directly.

In just a few breaths, her slightly pale face instantly turned rosy.

The true energy and physical strength that had been consumed were restored to their peak at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Not only that, the sword energy emanating from her body was even more fierce than before, and the pressure of the seventh level of the True Qi Realm was released without reservation, causing the air around the arena to explode under the unbearable pressure.

Upon seeing this, the audience erupted in thunderous cheers once again.

"Good! This is true fairness!"

"The Cold Goddess is fully recovered; that kid is doomed this time!"

"I'll cleave him in two with one sword! Let him know why the flowers are so red!"

Leng Ningshuang stood in the center of the wide arena, her white ribbons fluttering in the wind.

She slowly raised the ancient longsword in her hand, its tip pointing towards the figure sitting lazily on the throne on the high platform.

A clear, aloof voice, amplified by internal energy, resounded throughout the entire arena:

"No matter what your background is."

"Regardless of any dirty deals behind the new format."

"Today, I will defeat you fair and square."

"I will trample you under my feet, and with that, forge my invincible sword heart!"

"Now, get down here and die."

These words resonated deeply, instantly igniting the atmosphere and sending waves of cheers rising higher and higher.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Mo finally lowered his hand that was supporting his chin.

He slowly stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and his whole body made a crackling sound like popping beans.

He then walked to the edge of the platform.

The distance from here to the arena below is nearly fifty meters.

Feng Mo didn't even glance at it before leaping into the air!

"Holy crap! Is he insane?"

"Jumping from that height, without internal energy to protect yourself, your legs would break!"

Just when everyone thought Feng Mo was about to make a fool of himself and were preparing to see him fall flat on his face,

With less than half a meter from the ground, the Dragon Riding the Wind Technique was quietly activated.

There was no deafening roar of true energy, nor was there a speck of dust stirred up.

The enormous gravitational acceleration was completely canceled out in that instant.

He landed on the ring so lightly, like a weightless feather.

Not a sound was made.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The audience was still shouting, but the teachers who were sitting in the VIP seats suddenly widened their eyes and gasped in surprise.

A perfect transition from extreme motion to extreme stillness!

This absolute control over power and true energy at a minute level is simply outrageous!

This is absolutely not something a good-for-nothing who climbed to the top through connections could do!

Zhao Zehai's smile froze instantly, and a very ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He rubbed his eyes, hardly believing what he was seeing.

Feng Mo had one hand in his pocket, and casually picked at his ear with the other.

He looked at the woman in front of him, who was as cold as an iceberg, his tone full of mockery:

"So confident?"

"Don't come crying and begging for mercy later."

Upon hearing this, Leng Ning Shuang's exquisitely beautiful face revealed a sneer.

"I have cultivated the Way of the Mind and Eye Sword since childhood. My sword heart is pure and untainted by the mortal world."

"From childhood to adulthood, I have never shed a single tear, nor do I know what sadness is."

"You?"

"You dare make me cry?"

Leng Ningshuang gripped the sword hilt tightly, her true energy surging, and a faint, clear sword ringing sound emanated from her body.

She was ready to use the most ruthless offensive to instantly destroy this arrogant guy in front of her.

Feng Mo's smile grew even wider.

He loves these self-proclaimed geniuses the most.

The more arrogant a person is, the harder they are to back down, and the more points of vulnerability they will have.

The host timed the moment perfectly; seeing the two sides locked in a fierce battle, he immediately picked up the microphone and loudly announced:

"The Individual Championship Battle!"

"Now, let's begin!"

The word "begin" had just been uttered.

The condensation frost instantly propelled his true energy to its limit, and his Mind's Eye Perception Network spread wildly in all directions like ripples on water.

In her perceived world, everything around her turned into distinct black and white lines.

She needed to pinpoint Feng Mo's location before unleashing the most perfect and deadly sword strike.

however.

Just as the sensory network unfolded.

Frost was stunned.

Feng Mo, who was more than ten meters away, vanished into thin air!

In her black-and-white world of perception, the spot where Feng Mo was originally standing suddenly turned into nothingness!

There was no fluctuation of true qi eruption.

There was no sound of wind generated by the movement.

Even the direction of airflow did not change at all!

It was as if it had vanished into thin air, completely escaping her perception!

"How is that possible?!"

The condensation frost made her heart tremble violently.

Her perception was so sharp that even a martial artist at the ninth level of the True Qi Realm couldn't escape it. How did this kid manage to do that?

next moment.

A chilling, deadly sense of crisis exploded directly above Leng Ningshuang's head.

She didn't even have time to make any defensive movements; she only felt a tearing pain in her scalp.

A large, iron-like hand gripped her long, glossy black hair tightly.

Immediately afterwards, a voice like that of a demon exploded in my ears:

"A pure sword heart? That's all?"

boom!

Feng Mo suddenly exerted force with one arm, unleashing his terrifying physical strength without reservation.

He grabbed Leng Ningshuang's hair and slammed her head hard against the hard arena floor made of high-strength spirit stones!

"Bang--!"

A dull thud resounded, and the entire arena trembled.

The incredibly hard spirit stone ground instantly cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions! Shards flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

The cheers of the 300,000 spectators came to an abrupt halt at that moment, as if they had all been choked.