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

Another corner of the preparation area.

Zhou Pojun, dressed in a gilded martial arts uniform, stood with his arms crossed, surrounded by a faint purple starlight, exuding an imposing aura.

He looked at the several prodigies beside him who were also from the Ziwei Holy Land and asked, "Have you heard of Feng Mo? He can actually surpass the nine major sects and is only below our four holy lands."

One of the prodigies from the Purple Star Sacred Land pondered, "Never heard of him. He must be some commoner from a remote province who just got lucky."

Zhou Pojun smiled arrogantly: "To be able to suppress the nine major sects from humble origins, one must have considerable talent. It's a pity that you lack foundation; once you reach the third rank, you're destined to fade into obscurity. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind making your acquaintance."

The others chimed in, "That's right. We come from the Holy Land; this martial arts exam is just a formality for us. After the exam, they won't even have the right to look up to us."

Another place.

Wang Yan of the Burning Heaven Holy Land was exchanging ideas with his fellow disciples.

He was tall and thin, dressed in a bright red outfit, bald, with a tuft of orange-red flame burning on his head, which distorted the air.

"Fifth place, from an ordinary high school? What's their background?" Wang Yan's voice was slightly hoarse and hot.

"I don't know. What kind of people could a small place like Jian'an Province produce?" a disciple of the Burning Heaven Holy Land said disdainfully.

Wang Yan licked his chapped lips, a cruel glint in his eyes: "These grassroots geniuses are the most resilient. If they're willing to become slaves in my Burning Heaven Holy Land, we can train them."

Someone nearby asked, "What if you don't want to?"

Wang Yan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Unwilling? Then I'll personally sever his path to martial arts!"

In an even less conspicuous corner, a young man with white satin-trimmed eyes was quietly giving instructions to the nine people around him.

"I have already planted a mark on Feng Mo. Once we enter the examination hall, we will immediately converge and form the 'Nine Palaces Profound Ice Formation' to ambush Feng Mo together!"

His name is Leng Wuhen, and he is the older brother of Leng Ningshuang from the Xinyan Sword Sect.

"The grudge over my sister's shattered Dao heart must be settled here in this peak examination arena!"

Previously, Leng Ningshuang suffered a crushing defeat in the provincial competition, and her Dao Heart was shattered. This incident has become a disgrace to the Xinyan Sword Sect.

Leng Wuhen was shocked and furious, and immediately investigated Feng Mo's background.

When he learned of Feng Mo's achievement of "fighting against ten thousand men single-handedly" in the city competition, he was deeply shocked and felt that this grudge was hard to avenge.

But one of his close friends happened to be an expert in formations.

Nine geniuses at the ninth level of the True Qi Realm, by combining their strength through an array, can briefly condense a "pseudo-Martial Soul" that possesses some of the power of a Martial Soul!

Even if it's a pseudo-Martial Soul, it's still a third-tier power, something that a second-tier True Qi Realm cultivator can't contend with.

Feng Mo was able to fight against ten thousand men single-handedly because of his overwhelming cultivation level and vast true energy.

But how can true qi counter "martial spirit power"?

In Leng Wuhen's view, this was a sure-kill situation!

One reason was to avenge Leng Ningshuang, but more importantly, they wanted to use Feng Mo's failure to prove that the top scholar in Jian'an Province could only come from their own sects and aristocratic families, not from some random high school student!

Similar conversations took place in various corners of the preparation area.

The arrogance of the holy land, the scheming of the sects, and the contempt of the aristocratic families.

Amidst grudges, affections, and interests, a miniature world of martial arts has taken shape.

Feng Mo keenly sensed a subtle mark landing on him. He turned his head and saw that the person who had placed the mark was a young man with white satin-covered eyes.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

interesting!

A cold, mechanical voice sounded:

"Countdown to battle complete! Teleportation initiation!"

Om-!

With a flash of white light, the more than 1,800 prodigies in the preparation area vanished instantly, randomly teleported to various corners of the peak examination arena.

……

Outside, in a holographic viewing space.

Admissions officers and senior leaders from major martial arts universities, holy sites, and sects across the country gathered together.

More than 1,800 real-time monitoring images floated in the air, like stars.

These powerful individuals possessed immense mental strength, enough to perceive all scenes simultaneously. Once candidates engaged in combat, the corresponding scene would automatically zoom in and be displayed on the central main screen.

As soon as Yun Wanrou sat down, a sarcastic voice came from the next seat.

"Hey, isn't this Professor Yun? Why do you look so troubled?"

The speaker was a still-attractive woman, dressed in an ice-blue palace gown, with a hint of arrogance in her eyes.

Elder Ling Sushuang of the Xuanbing Holy Land.

She and Yun Wanrou had both pursued Li Changqing, making them old rivals.

Later, Li Changqing was wounded and went into seclusion. Ling Sushuang then always kept Yun Wanrou in check, and whenever they met, she would always make a few sarcastic remarks.

"Has the Yun family run out of successors this year? There isn't a single person with the surname Yun in the top thirty." Ling Sushuang covered her mouth and chuckled. "Unlike our Xuanbing Holy Land, we're always a solid top five every year."

Yun Wanrou picked up her teacup, blew on the steam, and said calmly, "My Yun family's younger generation is incompetent, so I won't embarrass them by showing them off. However, there's a young fellow I have my eye on who's no less capable than yours."

"Oh?" Ling Sushuang became interested, leaning forward slightly. "Then why don't we make a bet and see how our judgment compares? Although your taste in men wasn't as good as mine back then, who knows, your eye for choosing younger men might be even sharper than mine?"

"What do you want to bet on?" Yun Wanrou put down her teacup.

A glint of greed flashed in Ling Su's eyes as she said, enunciating each word clearly, "The Purple Thunder Crystal that Li Changqing gave you back then."

Purple Thunder Crystal is a sixth-tier rare treasure, priceless.

But more importantly, it was a token of love that Li Changqing gave to Yun Wanrou.

Yun Wanrou's phoenix eyes turned cold: "Change to another one."

Ling Sushuang's lips curled into a smug smile: "What? Afraid of losing before even betting?"

"I won't bet that with you," Yun Wanrou shook her head.

"I'll offer two sets of resources of the same level!" Ling Sushuang added.

Yun Wanrou remained unmoved.

"Three portions!" Ling Sushuang gritted her teeth.

Yun Wanrou seemed somewhat hesitant.

Seeing this, Ling Sushuang felt relieved and was about to speak when she heard Yun Wanrou say, "Three sets of sixth-tier resources, plus a piece of SSS-grade 'Mysterious Ice Spirit Crystal' that can be used to forge martial spirit armor."

"You're dreaming!" Ling Sushuang's eyes widened instantly. "SSS-grade Xuanbing Spirit Crystals? Even our Holy Land doesn't have enough for itself!"

"Never mind then." Yun Wanrou made a gesture to serve tea.

Ling Sushuang's chest heaved with anger.

She desperately wanted to outdo Yun Wanrou, and even more so, she wanted to recruit the genius Yun Wanrou had her eye on to the Xuanbing Holy Land, so as to slap her in the face!

"Fine! I'll bet with you!" Ling Sushuang slammed her hand on the table. "Who do you think is better?"

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Yun Wanrou's lips.

"Feng Mo."