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

Inside the preparation zone.

The team captains from all the high schools in Ning City gathered together.

Anxiety was written all over everyone's face.

"We cannot fight head-on, absolutely not!"

The captain of Ning City No. 2 Middle School slammed his fist on the table, gritting his teeth.

"The opposing side has over 15,000 people in total!"

"There are nearly two thousand elite cultivators at the True Qi Realm alone!"

"Our Ning City only has a little over 2,300 people at most. How are we supposed to guard the crystal?"

"Then what do you suggest we do? Just wait to die?" The third squad leader scratched his head in frustration.

The second company commander gritted his teeth: "I propose we use a 'base-trading tactic'!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Give up defense!" The second company commander said rapidly, his hands resting on the table.

"At the start of the competition, we left about a hundred people behind just to make an appearance."

"Everyone else, gather all your forces and launch a direct assault on the weakest city!"

"If we're fast enough, we can take them all down before they destroy our crystal! Let's aim for a one-for-one trade!"

"This way, at least we can get the basic points for breaking the crystal, which is better than being surrounded and trapped in a cage, ending up with zero points and at the bottom!"

The second squad leader surveyed the crowd: "This is the only tactic to save face for Ning City, and also to ensure we finish second to last!"

A moment of silence fell over the preparation area.

Then, several team captains nodded in agreement.

"Agreed. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."

"This is the only way. The Eight-City Allied Forces have over ten thousand men; they can wear us down."

Chu Qiulan stood to the side, her brows furrowed, and turned to look at the corner.

On the leather sofa in the corner.

Feng Mo crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

He didn't say a word from the moment he entered the preparation area.

"Feng Mo, what do you think?" asked the captain of the Second Middle School in Ning City.

"Yes, you are our strongest fighter here. We mainly need you to take down the crystal. What do you think of this base-trading tactic?" The captain of the third squadron in Ning City spoke quickly.

Feng Mo didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard their questions.

He uttered two words calmly.

"No change."

The voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out everyone else's discussion.

The preparation area fell silent.

The second squad leader got anxious and quickly walked up to Feng Mo.

"Captain Feng! We acknowledge your unparalleled one-on-one combat skills and monstrous talent. But this is a battlefield with tens of thousands of players!"

"You need to face reality! Human strength has its limits. Once your inner energy is exhausted, you'll be nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter amidst the charge of tens of thousands!"

"We can't let your pride jeopardize the entire Ning City's achievements!"

Feng Mo slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the second squad leader.

Why switch companies to try and secure second-to-last place?

Feng Mo spoke casually, as if discussing what to eat tonight.

"Just kill them all and you'll win the championship, right? It's that simple."

The entire room fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The people of Ning City looked at each other, their faces full of bitter smiles.

Kill them all?

Those are tens of thousands of martial arts students in the late stage of True Qi Realm and Body Tempering Realm!

Even a group of pigs takes some effort to catch.

Not to mention a group of geniuses from various cities who have mastered martial arts and formed military formations!

Even a fourth-tier Soul Fusion Realm expert, without using their Martial Soul to possess their body, wouldn't dare say they could break through a five-thousand-strong army formation based solely on their true qi reserves.

"Captain Feng, you're too arrogant..." The third squadron leader sighed.

Feng Mo didn't waste any more words.

His confidence stemmed from the vast SSS-level Qi Sea within his body, which resembled a boundless ocean, and the Five Elements Thunder Control Manual at its perfect state.

In addition, the Dragon of Life's endless regeneration ability means he can regenerate mana and use skills infinitely.

Let alone a group of still-naive high school martial arts students, even a battle-hardened veteran would be routed if the casualty ratio reached a certain level!

Feng Mo stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked straight to the exit of the preparation area.

"Once the match starts, everyone stay in the city and defend the crystal."

He didn't turn around, his voice cold and hard.

"Anyone who dares to act rashly will be my enemy!"

The individual matches offer far too few opportunities to break through enemy defenses, and the team matches are practically devoid of any real combat.

He wants to exploit every possible opening in this city tournament!

Soon, the preparation time came to an end.

Such domineering words made the team captains in Ning City resentful, but they dared not offend Feng Mo and could only endure it.

The nine city teams emerged from their preparation areas and quickly assembled.

Tens of thousands of participants stood in their respective camp positions, waiting to be teleported.

Jianzhou No. 5 Middle School Team Area.

Zhao Tengyun was dressed in a loose black martial arts uniform, with a long sword hanging at his waist and his iconic dragon-patterned spear slung across his back.

Behind him, Xiao Yunfei, Zhou Qian, and a group of other prominent figures from the provincial capital stood quietly and solemnly.

The teams from the eight cities seemed to merge into one, their momentum like a rainbow.

In contrast, in Ning City, a mere two thousand-plus people stood alone on the very edge, their morale low.

Many people didn't even dare to look up at the scene on the other side.

Zhao Tengyun stepped forward from the crowd.

He strode to the front of the two armies and pointed at Feng Mo in the distance.

A powerful voice, imbued with profound inner energy, resounded across the square.

"Feng Mo!"

"In a one-on-one fight, I'm no match for you. In terms of talent, I'm also no match for you."

Zhao Tengyun's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, and his back was ramrod straight.

"But when it comes to military strategy and war command, you are no match for me!"

"We, Jianzhou, are determined to win first place in today's city competition!"

Faced with such a fierce provocation, the entire audience was fired up and cheered wildly.

Feng Mo simply picked at his ear casually.

He glanced at Zhao Tengyun, his tone casual.

"Yeah?"

"Since you're so confident, let's start with Jianzhou."

A seemingly casual remark contains absolute arrogance and contempt.

Zhao Tengyun snorted coldly, showing no fear whatsoever.

They were all outstanding talents of their generation. He acknowledged that Feng Mo was exceptionally talented, but that didn't mean he was proficient in everything.

Under his leadership, the Eight-City Allied Forces are destined to be defeated in Fengmo and Ningshi!

"Consciousness transfer, activated!"

With the referee's whistle.

The nine giant formations burst forth with dazzling light.

A beam of light shot into the sky, and the consciousness of tens of thousands of participants was instantly projected into the holographic space.

A giant holographic projection screen lit up above the venue.

From God's perspective.

This is a vast and boundless ancient battlefield.

Yellow sand filled the sky, the wind howled, and the air was filled with a chilling, bloody smell.

Nine majestic base cities rose from the ground, situated in the eight directions and the center.

Battle flags fluttered on the thick blue stone city walls, and the guardian crystal in the center of the city emitted a ghostly blue light that soared into the sky.

Ning City's position was conspicuously placed in the central location.

This is a tradition for each edition; the city with the best performance in the first two competitions will be assigned to the central base city.

The game has just begun.

Apart from Ning City remaining inactive, the commanders of the other eight cities quickly reported their coordinates on the public channel.

In just three minutes.

The Eight Cities Alliance was officially formed.

All eyes were instantly fixed on that desolate Ning City area.

Zhao Tengyun was elected as the supreme commander of the allied forces without any controversy.

He stood atop the city wall of Jianzhou, displaying the terrifying power and prestige of a thousand-year-old military family.

Without any hesitation, military orders were issued in an orderly manner.

"Xia City Team, lightly armed, will flank from the left and cut off Ning City's retreat!"

"Sand City Team, heavily armed and advancing, apply frontal pressure! Form the Xuanwu Shield Formation and advance steadily!"

"The remaining cities, form a wedge-shaped battle formation and follow my central army to reinforce the rear!"

"All troops, attack!"

The sound of bugles echoed over the ancient battlefield.

The originally disorganized Eight Cities Allied Forces, under Zhao Tengyun's command, quickly formed a massive, coordinated killing formation.

Each team waved numerous team flags and marched in a grand procession toward Ning City's base.

The march of tens of thousands of soldiers created a thunderous roar with their heavy footsteps.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth was trembling.

The yellow sand of the ancient battlefield was shaken up by the orderly footsteps, swirling and blotting out the sun.

The image of dark clouds looming over the city, threatening to crush it, is now fully materialized!