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

The team competition was held as scheduled the next day.

The Jian'an Provincial Martial Arts Center was packed with 300,000 spectators.

The huge circular stands were bustling with noise.

The original, separate arena for a thousand people has now been pieced together into ten large arena stages.

Each arena has been expanded a hundredfold, easily accommodating group battles between two teams.

Because Feng Mo's performance was so dominant yesterday, the team competition was not very interesting.

All teams competed in a step-by-step manner to advance.

Behind Feng Mo's throne, there were more than thirty additional seats.

All the members of the Ning City No. 1 Middle School Martial Arts Team, together with him, overlooked the arena, waiting for the victorious team to challenge them.

Because of the shattering of his Dao heart and the destruction of his Mind Eye Sword Technique, Leng Ning Shuang remains unconscious to this day.

Her team, Xiacheng No. 3 Middle School, lost its core member and its morale plummeted, resulting in its early elimination.

The Jianzhou No. 5 Middle School team, led by Zhao Tengyun, a descendant of a family of martial arts masters with a thousand-year history, demonstrated astonishing dominance.

On the arena, true energy roared.

"Change formation! Arrowhead!"

Zhao Tengyun, clad in heavy black iron armor and wielding a dragon-patterned spear, stood at the very front of the formation.

With a loud shout, the thirty members of the Jianzhou No. 5 Middle School team behind him quickly took their positions.

The true energy of the thirty people converged on Zhao Tengyun through a mysterious array.

The spear thrust out.

A powerful dragon of true energy, over ten meters long, roared out and tore apart the defensive formation of the opposing Sand City team.

Overwhelming and unstoppable.

This is a miniature battle formation passed down for thousands of years by a family of military generals.

In team battles, they can bring together the strength of the entire team as if it were an extension of their own arm, making them extremely powerful.

Jianzhou No. 5 Middle School team dominated the competition with this formation and easily won the championship!

3 PM.

In the team competition final, Jianzhou No. 5 Middle School faced off against Ningshi No. 1 Middle School.

The entire audience of 300,000 fell silent instantly, all eyes focused on the ring.

On one side is Jianzhou No. 5 Middle School, with its overwhelming momentum and invincible battle formation.

On one side is the infamous, brutal, and domineering Feng Mo and his team.

The referee raised his right hand, ready to announce the start of the match.

Zhao Tengyun suddenly stepped forward.

Instead of adopting a fighting stance, he slammed the heavy dragon-shaped spear, weighing several hundred pounds, heavily onto the ground.

"Bang!"

The air currents surged.

Zhao Tengyun looked up, his gaze passing over the arena and directly at the figure sitting lazily on the throne on the high platform.

"Jianzhou No. 5 Middle School concedes defeat."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clearly amplified throughout the entire venue.

The entire room fell silent.

A few seconds later, a tremendous uproar erupted from the stands.

"What's going on? You're admitting defeat without even fighting?"

"Zhao Tengyun is from a family of military generals, he's known for his tough character, how could he chicken out like that?"

"There's something fishy going on! There's definitely something fishy going on!"

The audience was outraged.

The referee was also stunned. He quickly walked up to Zhao Tengyun, frowned, and asked, "Captain Zhao, are you sure you want to give up the team championship?"

Zhao Tengyun remained calm.

He faced the 300,000-strong audience directly, his energy surging, his voice resounding throughout the venue.

"Gentlemen, it is not that I, Zhao Tengyun, am afraid of battle."

"In martial arts competitions, it is essential to know yourself and your enemy."

"My Zhao family's miniature battle formation is indeed quite powerful, capable of killing enemies of higher ranks. However, the amplification of the battle formation has its limits."

Zhao Tengyun pointed to Feng Mo on the high platform.

"Feng Mo's combat strength has completely exceeded what battle formations can compensate for."

"He can crush a seventh-level True Qi Realm cultivator without even using martial arts techniques. Even if all thirty of us form a formation, we are no match for this kind of monster."

"Going up there would only be humiliating and needlessly weaken the team's fighting strength."

After these words were spoken, the shouts and curses from the audience gradually subsided.

Recalling Feng Mo's brutal fighting style yesterday, everyone surprisingly expressed their understanding.

To knowingly go up and get beaten up when you can't win is foolish.

Nobody wants to be grabbed by the hair and have the ring smashed through.

However, Zhao Tengyun did not finish his sentence.

He gripped the gun barrel tightly.

The iron-blooded temperament of a descendant of a military family suddenly erupted.

"but!"

Zhao Tengyun's voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing throughout every corner of the venue.

"Ning City will absolutely not be able to continue their winning streak in tomorrow's city tournament!"

"In the 29th Jian'an Provincial League, no city has ever achieved a three-peat! This record absolutely cannot be broken in our season!"

He turned around and glanced at the team captains from the other seven major cities in the players' seats.

"City tournaments are miniature wars involving tens of thousands of people! They're not arenas for individual heroism!"

"I, Zhao Tengyun, hereby swear that in tomorrow's city tournament, I will break Ning City's winning streak!"

"Teams from other cities who are willing to join Jianzhou in besieging Ning City can send their captains tonight to discuss tactics with me."

"Let's join forces and eliminate Ning City first! Then we'll decide the winner!"

Zhao Tengyun's open declaration of alliance instantly ignited the atmosphere in the room.

"Excellent! This is the true spirit of a military family!"

"Eight cities join forces! We'll crush Ning City!"

"Feng Mo is too arrogant! We must curb his arrogance. Tomorrow, we'll overwhelm him with more than ten thousand men!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the stands.

Everyone is looking forward to tomorrow's unprecedented siege of eight cities.

Someone was secretly stirring things up, and public opinion quickly escalated that night.

The internet is flooded with comments that are pessimistic about Feng Mo.

"So what if he's invincible in one-on-one combat? The city tournament is like war! Feng Mo is doomed to lose!"

"Human strength has its limits! No matter how large his dantian is, his true energy will eventually be exhausted."

"Once his true energy is depleted, the combined forces of the eight cities could drown him with a single spit from each of them!"

"Zhao Tengyun has formally studied military strategy; the battlefield command capabilities of a family of military generals are no joke. Feng Mo has really messed up this time!"

All eyes in Jian'an Province are focused on tomorrow's city competition.

The next morning.

The scene at the league.

In the center of the venue, nine giant holographic teleportation arrays, each over 100 meters in diameter, glowed with a deep blue light.

The host stood on a suspended platform high in the air, reading out the rules of the city competition.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The final event of the 29th Jian'an Provincial High School Martial Arts League—the City Tournament—has officially begun!"

"The competition will take place within the 'Ancient Battlefield' holographic space, specially approved by the Governor's Mansion!"

"This space perfectly replicates the contestant's real-world cultivation level, physical strength, and pain perception!"

"The contestants from the nine major cities will be born in the nine base cities respectively."

"At the center of each base city, there is a guardian crystal."

"There's only one core rule of the game: destroy the enemy's crystal and score points! Protect your own crystal and avoid elimination!"

The host's voice was highly inflammatory: "This is a war involving more than ten thousand people!"

"Here, individual combat power will be infinitely reduced."

"Strategic alliances, effective military tactics, and teamwork are the only keys to victory!"

Will Ning City break history and win its third consecutive championship, or will the eight-city coalition successfully crush its opponents? Let's wait and see!