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

Feng Mo's arm muscles bulged out in chunks.

The head of the condensed frost collided with the arena floor, which was made of high-hardness spirit stone.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang echoed throughout the venue through the loudspeaker array.

The shouts of 300,000 people throughout the Jian'an Provincial Martial Arts Center were stuck in their throats.

The huge venue was completely silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the center of the arena.

Just a moment ago, Leng Ning Shuang was all sword energy soaring to the sky and was arrogant and invincible. Now, she was being pressed to the ground by Feng Mo with one hand.

The hard spirit stone ground cracked outwards from her head, revealing a dense spiderweb-like pattern of fissures.

[Ding! The Frostbite is powerless against you. Moderate armor penetration. Armor penetration points +1000.]

Feng Mo pressed down on her head with one hand, looking down at her.

His eyes were cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"With such meager strength, you dare to challenge me?"

Feng Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Leng Ningshuang's ears.

The condensation caused dizziness and lightheadedness.

Warm blood flowed down her forehead and slid into the white satin covering her eyes.

She is a successor of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect! She is recognized as a top prodigy in the entire province!

The condensation frost bit the tip of its tongue.

The excruciating pain brought her back to her senses.

She forcibly suppressed the humiliation in her heart and mobilized all the true energy in her dantian.

"Sword Heart Clear, Activate!"

Leng Ning Shuang shouted sharply.

A powerful sword aura, far exceeding that of the seventh level of the True Qi Realm, suddenly erupted from her body.

The sharp sword energy sliced ​​through the air, producing a piercing sonic boom.

Zhao Tengyun, who was watching from below the stage, suddenly changed his expression and stood up abruptly.

"She actually had a trump card up her sleeve! This sword energy definitely has the destructive power of an eighth-level True Qi Realm cultivator!"

Zhao Tengyun was filled with shock.

I thought the Cooling Cream was only slightly better than me, but I didn't expect it to have a hidden trick up its sleeve!

The audience, who had regained their senses, were filled with renewed hope.

The hidden sects' resources are indeed terrifying; the Cold Goddess is about to retaliate!

On the arena, Feng Mo remained expressionless.

Faced with the terrifying sword energy unleashed by Leng Ningshuang, he didn't even bother to activate his martial arts techniques.

Feng Mo tightened his grip on Leng Ningshuang's hair with his right hand, his five fingers exerting force, and his arm muscles tensed instantly.

The SSS-level Qi Sea was operating wildly.

Vast true energy, accompanied by terrifying physical strength, rushed into Leng Ningshuang's body through Feng Mo's arm.

This force is extremely domineering.

The "Sword Heart Clarity" sword energy, which had just condensed from the frost, couldn't even last a second before being shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Mo's arm trembled.

A series of cracking sounds emanated from Leng Ning Shuang's bones.

She felt like a snake being shaken by a snake catcher, her body instantly losing all strength, and she collapsed limply to the ground.

Without pausing, Feng Mo grabbed her hair, swung his arm in a half-circle, and slammed her hard into the ground again.

"Bang!"

Another large crater was blasted open in the ground of the spirit stone.

Gravel flew everywhere.

[Ding! Even with your trump card, you still crushed me. Cold Frost's defense is severely breached, defense breach points +1500.]

Feng Mo grabbed Leng Ningshuang's hair, lifted her up, and slammed her down again.

"Bang!"

"Is this your trump card?"

Feng Mo's voice was cold.

"Bang!"

"Why is he so weak?"

"Bang!"

"Who exactly is the loser? Who doesn't deserve it?"

A series of heavy blows.

Each question was accompanied by a dull thud.

Leng Ning Shuang's face was covered in blood.

The white satin blindfold was stained red with blood.

But she gritted her teeth and refused to utter a sound.

She frantically compressed the remaining true energy in her body, attempting to unleash a secret technique that would kill a thousand enemies but also inflict eight hundred casualties on herself.

The referee standing to the side was sweating profusely.

He strode closer and asked loudly, "Contestant Leng Ning Shuang, do you concede defeat?"

Leng Ning Shuang's body twitched slightly, her voice weak yet unwavering: "No... absolutely not..."

The referee had no choice but to step back.

According to martial arts regulations, the match must continue as long as the contestant does not admit defeat and has not completely lost his fighting ability.

Feng Mo's hand froze in mid-air.

Despite repeated physical torture and verbal humiliation, the system did not indicate any further increase in the defense points.

The benefits of physical attacks have reached their limit.

Feng Mo gave a cold laugh.

He picked up Leng Ningshuang, his gaze fixed on the white satin wrapped around her eyes.

"The bones are quite strong."

Feng Mo stared at Leng Ning Shuang, his tone mocking: "Since that's the case, I'd like to see if you're really blind."

He could tell that Leng Ningshuang's cultivation method was related to perception.

Since it's blindfolded, it must be its Achilles' heel!

Upon hearing this, Leng Ningshuang's usually cold and fearless expression changed drastically.

The rule of the Mind-Eye Sword Sect is that one must practice swordsmanship blindfolded from a young age, without looking at external objects, in order to achieve a clear sword mind.

This white satin is her Achilles' heel, the foundation of her thirteen years of arduous cultivation!

Once you take it off, your cunning will be exposed!

The condensation frost trembled all over.

She opened her mouth and screamed, "No! I admit it..."

"Whoosh!"

Feng Mo's hand speed is extremely fast.

They didn't give her a chance to utter the word "lost".

He ripped off the white satin strip stained with blood.

[Ding! The white satin has been removed, and Leng Ning Shuang's thirteen-year-old Mind's Eye Sword Technique has been broken, her Dao Heart has completely shattered, and her defense penetration points have increased by 3000!]

The system notifications were ringing wildly in Feng Mo's mind.

The white satin fluttered to the ground.

The condensed frost, its unfocused, hollow eyes exposed to the air.

A sudden burst of bright light pierced her eyes, bringing a tearing pain.

The condensation frost completely lost its mind.

She let out a piercing scream, wildly swinging her longsword at Feng Mo with haphazard movements.

There was no sword energy, no technique, it was just a madwoman venting her despair.

Feng Mo looked at the crazed woman in front of him without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He raised his right hand and delivered a resounding slap across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the venue.

Leng Ning Shuang's body tumbled through the air more than a dozen times, flying dozens of meters away before crashing heavily into the passageway below the arena.

She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, then fainted on the spot.

[Ding! The entire audience is stunned by your strength! You've broken through their defenses! Defense Breakpoints +10000!]

Feng Mo flicked his wrist and stood calmly in the center of the arena.

The entire room fell silent.

Three hundred thousand spectators fell silent.

No one dared to hiss, and they even subconsciously lowered their breathing.

The host stood on the sidelines, his legs trembling.

He swallowed hard, picked up the microphone, and his voice trembled: "The...individual champion, Feng Mo from Ning City No. 1 Middle School!"

After a brief pause.

Cheers erupted in the area where Ningshi No. 1 Middle School is located, with roofs being torn off.

"The vice-captain is invincible!"

"Brother Feng is awesome!"

Chu Qiulan stood at the very front of the crowd.

She looked at the godlike figure on the stage, her eyes filled with no sympathy for Leng Ning Shuang, only deep fanaticism and worship.

This is what a true strong person is.

No rules, no leeway, crush all obstacles.

in the audience.

Someone glanced at Leng Ning Shuang, who had fainted in the audience, her messy black hair scattered on the ground, and then turned to look at the dozen or so shiny bald heads in the Ning City No. 1 Middle School's preparation area.

"Holy crap..."

One of the teachers leading the group suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Look at all those bald guys at Ning City No. 1 High School! I thought it was some kind of special style, but now I finally know where they came from."

"I'm afraid those students with shaved heads were all disciplined by Feng Mo!"

Many people suddenly realized.

The truth quickly spread among the audience.

The reason why half of the students at Ning City No. 1 Middle School are bald.

They were probably all defeated by Feng Mo, and they shaved their heads to avoid being beaten by their hair again!

Putting yourself in their shoes, if they had been beaten by Feng Mo in such a brutal way, they probably would have chosen to shave their heads too.

In the VIP section.

The high school principals and team leaders from various cities looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Zehai's face was deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

They finally figured it out.

Recalling the governor's forced modification of the competition rules, which resulted in Feng Mo receiving a bye and firmly sitting on the throne.

They were previously indignant and denounced the inside story.

In retrospect, this was hardly a case of shady dealings or favoritism.

This is simply the Governor's Office protecting the geniuses of their cities!

If Feng Mo hadn't been given a bye, with his brutal fighting style, he would have fought his way up from the knockout stage.

He completely destroyed the Dao Heart of the top genius in the province!

Condensation cream is the best example.

He had diligently practiced the Mind-Eye Sword Technique since childhood, but now it has been crippled overnight.

"That old fox Li Changqing..." A principal wiped away cold sweat, his voice hoarse, "Ning City No. 1 High School has produced a true dragon."

On the high platform.

Yun Wanrou stopped trimming her nails.

She put the file away, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wonder.

"What a ruthless kid. He'll nip it in the bud and destroy his spirit."

Yun Wanrou chuckled softly, "This is the kind of prodigy my Shanghai Martial Arts University needs."

She was extremely satisfied with Feng Mo's performance.

In the martial arts world, it is essential to fight; to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself.

Feng Mo's temperament perfectly matches this point.

Li Changqing held his thermos and slowly took a sip of goji berry water.

"This kid has gotten stronger again," Li Changqing muttered to himself.

On the arena.

Feng Mo ignored the awe-inspiring gazes of everyone present.

He put his hands in his pockets, turned around, and walked off the ring.

Although the individual competition had ended, not a single one of the 300,000 attendees left early.

All eyes were fixed on Feng Mo's retreating figure.

Until Feng Mo's figure completely disappeared at the end of the passage.

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

"Incredible! Pure physical strength completely overwhelms a seventh-level True Qi Realm cultivator!"

"This is true invincibility! What cold goddess? She can't even withstand a single move from him!"

"Ningshi No.1 High School is going to defy all expectations this year!"

The few viewers who had previously supported Feng Mo but were ridiculed by the crowd are now triumphant, loudly proclaiming their foresight.

In no time, Feng Mo's deeds began to spread rapidly.

Countless people clearly recognize that Jian'an Province has produced an invincible prodigy who can suppress the geniuses of his generation with a mere flick of his wrist.