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

Feng Mo's spiritual power spread out like a tide, instantly covering an area of ​​a thousand meters in radius.

No other candidates were found.

He activated his combat watch, and on the holographic map, a shrinking white circle was advancing inwards, while in the very center of the map, a golden throne icon stood out prominently.

His current location is in the middle to outer edge of the safe zone.

"Let's go straight to the center point!"

Feng Mo's lips curled into a smile, and with a swift movement, he darted through the forest like a ghost, heading towards the position of the pinnacle throne.

A genius at the ninth level of the second tier can only gain 500 defense penetration points with a shattered Dao Heart.

The vast majority of examinees in the examination hall were at the early stage of the second tier, with only a small number at the ninth level of the second tier and the early stage of the third tier.

Therefore, Feng Mo did not intend to waste any more time.

After only five minutes of walking.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three figures darted out of the forest and surrounded Feng Mo in a triangular formation.

The leader was a young man holding a long spear. He glanced at the "Ningshi No.1 Middle School" badge on Feng Mo's chest and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"Stop right there! You piece of trash from a remote province, daring to wander around alone?"

The other two blocked Feng Mo's retreat, one on each side, with mocking smiles on their faces.

"Kid, you're lucky to have run into us, the 'Three Heroes of Cangyun'." The scarred-faced youth on the left chuckled. "If you know what's good for you, hand over all the pills and resources in your storage ring, then follow us around as cannon fodder to scout ahead, and we might spare your life."

"Otherwise, we'll break your limbs right now and make you the first one eliminated!" the tall, thin young man on the right echoed, his eyes filled with greed.

Feng Mo glanced at the three of them.

Their cultivation levels are all at the eighth or ninth level of the second tier; they would be top geniuses in any province.

Unfortunately, they encountered themselves.

Feng Mo had no interest in wasting words and simply asked calmly, "Are you finished?"

"What do you mean?" The leading young gunman frowned, sensing something was amiss.

Feng-Mo's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

The perfected version of "Riding the Dragon" was activated without even making a sound.

Where are they?!

The young gunner's pupils constricted sharply, and an extreme sense of crisis exploded from the bottom of his heart.

Just as he was about to turn around, a hand was already pressed down on the back of his head as if by magic.

"Too slow."

A cold voice rang in his ears.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The spearman's head was slammed hard into the ground. The earth cracked, creating a shallow crater. Before he could even activate his protective inner energy, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

The combat watch flashed and teleported him away.

[Ding! Candidate Zhao Hu has suffered a severe breach in his defenses, his Dao Heart has been damaged, and his defense breach points have increased by 300!]

"Big brother!"

The remaining scarred-face man and the tall, thin youth were horrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies.

They didn't even see Feng Mo's movements!

"run!"

Without hesitation, the two unleashed their inner energy and turned to flee in two different directions.

Feng Mo didn't even look at it, and flicked his finger.

Two streams of Five Elements Thunder Dragon True Qi, refined to their extreme, transformed into black and white streams of light that instantly pierced through the air.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

With two soft sounds, the protective inner energy of the two men shattered, and the violent inner energy nearly pierced their hearts.

A second before they were teleported away by the watch, their faces still held endless fear and lingering dread.

If they hadn't been in the exam hall and protected by their combat watches, they would be dead by now!

[Ding! Candidate Qian Bao was terrified; his Dao Heart shattered, and his defense points increased by 500!]

[Ding! Candidate Sun Lang was terrified; his Dao Heart shattered, and his defense penetration points increased by 500!]

Just then, a scorching and domineering aura shot into the sky from not far away and approached this place at an extremely fast speed.

"Hmm?" Feng Mo raised his head, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

The aura of the newcomer far surpassed that of the three good-for-nothings from before.

boom!

A streak of fire descended from the sky, slamming heavily fifty meters in front of Feng Mo. A charred crater appeared in the ground, from which emerged a young man clad in crimson armor, his head ablaze with flames.

He held a dragon-patterned spear burning with raging flames, his eyes like burning lava, staring intently at Feng Mo.

It is none other than Wang Yan, the successor of the Burning Heaven Holy Land!

Wang Yan glanced at the remaining traces of the battle on the ground, then swept his gaze over Feng Mo's conspicuous "Ningshi No. 1 Middle School" uniform, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

"So it was you, you country bumpkin."

"Those three people were just dogs I recently took in. They're a bit useless, but you have to consider their owners before you beat them."

Wang Yan pointed his flaming spear at Feng Mo, his tone extremely arrogant.

"Now, kneel down, cut off your own arms, and I might consider letting you leave with dignity."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mo smiled.

He looked at Wang Yan as if he were looking at a bunch of walking breaches.

"Are all the people from the Burning Heaven Holy Land as good at shouting as you?"

"court death!"

Wang Yan was furious; he had never suffered such humiliation before!

"roar--!"

A deafening dragon's roar echoed through the jungle.

Behind Wang Yan, a giant phantom of a fire dragon, several meters tall, suddenly appeared—it was his SSS-level Flame Dragon Martial Soul!

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly ignited the surrounding vegetation, distorting the air itself.

"Let me show you what the true power of this sacred land is!"

Wang Yan thrust out his spear, and the Flame Dragon Martial Soul roared and merged into the spear tip, transforming into a ferocious fire dragon with the power to burn everything, rushing towards Feng Mo!

"A champion from some remote province... die!"

Facing the terrifying fiery dragon, Feng Mo remained unmoved, not even bothering to summon his martial spirit.

He simply raised his right hand slowly.

Within his body, five unfathomable SSS-level Qi Seas circulated wildly. The Five Elements Thunder Control True Qi rose from his dantian, surged along his meridians, and finally converged at the tip of his fist.

There were no magnificent spectacles, no earth-shattering roars.

Only a single, extremely restrained, five-colored divine light flowed across his fair, jade-like fist.

"boom--!"

Feng Mo threw a punch.

Space seemed to freeze for a moment under that punch.

The next moment, a fist-shaped aura woven from five-colored lightning surged against the wind and collided head-on with the arrogant fire dragon!

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

The moment the two made contact, the fire dragon let out a mournful cry, and its massive body shattered from head to tail, turning into sparks that dissipated into the sky.

The five-colored fist energy, still powerful, tore through the air and headed straight for Wang Yan!

"What?!"

Wang Yan's sinister smile froze instantly, replaced by endless horror and disbelief.

His strongest attack was so easily shattered by a single, seemingly effortless punch from his opponent!

How is that possible!

As the fist's energy approached, Wang Yan felt his soul leave his body. He held the flaming spear horizontally in front of his chest, pouring all the martial soul power in his body into it, forming a giant shield of flames.

"Snap!"

The giant shield of flames was as fragile as glass in the face of the five-colored fist energy.

With a crisp sound, the shield, along with the holy land-issue spear in Wang Yan's hand, exploded into fragments.

"puff!"

Wang Yan felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was sent flying backward, crashing through more than a dozen towering trees before finally coming to a stop, where he was embedded in a mountainside in a disheveled state.

[Ding! Wang Yan, successor of the Burning Heaven Holy Land, has suffered a severe defense breach, defense breach points +3000!]

"Cough cough..."

Wang Yan struggled to climb out of the cliff face, his bones feeling as if they had all fallen apart. He stared intently at Feng Mo, who was walking slowly towards him, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"You...you're not at the ninth level of the True Qi Realm!"

"Why is your true energy... even stronger than my martial soul power?!"

He couldn't understand how someone who hadn't even used their Martial Soul could possibly shatter his full-force Martial Soul skill with a single punch!

Feng Mo walked up to him, looked down at him, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Who told you I'm at the True Qi Realm?"

The words fell.

hum!

A surge of martial soul power, far more vast and refined than Wang Yan's, erupted from Feng Mo's body!

His terrifying cultivation level, at the ninth level of the third-tier Soul Awakening Realm, was fully revealed!

Wang Yan's eyes widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets.

"Three...three levels, nine stages, perfected?!"

"That's impossible! The intelligence clearly stated that you..."

He remembered that the official data was based on performance in the provincial competition.

But only seven days have passed since the provincial competition ended!

Seven days!

From the second tier, ninth level, to the third tier, ninth level, perfect?!

Is this something a human could do?!

Wang Yan's solid martial arts worldview was shattered at this moment.

His proud holy land origins and his highly regarded SSS-level martial soul became a huge joke in front of this monster.

[Ding! Wang Yan's Dao Heart has completely shattered, defense penetration points +5000!]

"Now, who do you think is the country bumpkin?"

Feng Mo's voice was like the coldest ice in the underworld, making Wang Yan feel chilled to the bone.

He wanted to beg for mercy and admit defeat.

But Feng Mo didn't give him that chance.

Feng Mo's figure disappeared again.

Wang Yan felt a sudden tightness on his scalp as his proud head of long, bright red hair was gripped tightly by a hand like an iron clamp.

Familiar formula, familiar taste.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Feng Mo grabbed Wang Yan's hair and slammed his head against the ground again and again.

Each strike contained the immense power to shatter mountains.

The earth trembled violently, and a deep crater was smashed out.

Wang Yan's protective martial spirit power was instantly shattered, his skull fractured, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he couldn't even let out a scream before being knocked unconscious by the violent force.

The watch lit up, teleporting him out of the game.

In the entire peak examination hall, less than fifteen minutes after the start of the exam, the first of the top ten geniuses to be eliminated was born!

Inside the SkyNet live broadcast room, hundreds of millions of viewers were completely silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the violent and bloody scene on the screen.

It took more than ten seconds before the comments erupted like a volcano!

"What did I just see?! Wang Yan of the Burning Heaven Holy Land... was being utterly crushed by some nobody?!"

"One punch! He shattered the Flame Dragon Martial Soul with just one punch! That's an SSS-level Martial Soul!"

"Third-tier, ninth level, perfect! My god! What kind of bullshit information did the official sources give us?! This is a monster!"

"Hair-pulling! Hair-pulling again! I get it! The whole Ning City No. 1 Middle School shaving their heads is a trend started by this guy!"

Inside the admissions offices of various martial arts universities, all the professors and teachers stood up from their seats, staring intently at the calm and collected figure in the center of the screen, their breathing rapid.

Ling Sushuang was completely shocked. Where did this Feng Mo come from? He could defeat Wang Yan so easily, so wouldn't it be just as easy for him to defeat Ling Qinghan?

Yun Wanrou couldn't help but smile wildly as she glanced at Ling Sushuang.

They said nothing, yet it seemed like they said everything.

So what if he's a successor of the Holy Land? He was still beaten down by Feng Mo!

Inside the examination room.

Feng Mo clapped his hands and turned his gaze to the golden throne in the center of the map.

"Warm-up complete."

He murmured something, and five-colored lightning flashed beneath his feet. He transformed into a streak of light and sped toward the throne.