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

Feng Mo stared into the distance, utterly bored.

After Jian Zhanxiao was teleported out, the center of the examination hall fell silent again.

Those so-called geniuses seem to still be on their way.

"Too slow."

Feng Mo raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight, his tone revealing a hint of boredom.

Meanwhile, in the viewing area outside.

"Sold out in seconds! Sold out in seconds again!"

The director of the admissions office at Wuhan University in the capital suddenly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor with a piercing scream.

He didn't care about his appearance at all, staring intently at the screen.

"Even a late-stage third-tier martial artist wouldn't dare to take that sword strike head-on."

"Feng Mo didn't even summon his Martial Soul; the thunder dragon he condensed purely from his true energy was shattered!"

"This combat power, this comprehension, this physical body..." The professor from Kunlun Martial Arts University trembled as he looked at his colleagues with eyes full of madness.

"This isn't some dark horse; this is the strongest prodigy in the history of the Great Xia's college entrance examinations!"

The admissions directors of several top universities in Wuhan exchanged glances.

They were originally waiting for the game to end, but now waiting even a second longer would be disrespectful to the talented player.

Without saying goodbye, the group got up and left the spectator area in unison.

Upon returning offline, he immediately used his privileges and rushed to Ning City.

What Wuhan University in Shanghai can give, they can give as well, and even more!

At the other end of the VIP seating area.

Ling Sushuang's face was ashen, and her knuckles were white from exerting too much force.

She stared intently at the screen.

Ling Qinghan did not show up, but the miserable state of Wang Yan and Jian Zhanxiao was right in front of them.

Those are all descendants of the Holy Land.

"Elder Ling, it's not too late to admit defeat now." Yun Wanrou picked up her teacup with an elegant posture.

"Considering our years of friendship, I can charge you one less sixth-tier resource."

Ling Sushuang gritted her teeth, forcing out the words, "Hmph, just empty titles. A real battle is about true strength!"

"Qinghan has always been cautious, and given her breakthrough a few days ago, she might not necessarily lose to this madman."

Although she was being stubborn, she was actually starting to feel uneasy.

She secretly prayed that Ling Qinghan would realize the situation and choose to join forces with Zhou Pojun.

With Ling Sushuang's keen eyesight, she could naturally see how powerful Feng Mo was.

But she would never admit defeat until she saw the results.

Inside the examination room.

Two figures darted through the jungle at high speed.

Zhou Pojun, a descendant of the Ziwei Holy Land, was clad in purple-gold armor, exuding a powerful aura. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground.

Behind him, Ling Qinghan from the Xuanbing Holy Land followed closely.

"Zhou Pojun, Wang Yan, and Jian Zhanxiao are all out of the game," Ling Qinghan said coldly.

"That Feng Mo is even more troublesome than the intelligence reports suggest."

"Let's join forces to deal with him first, and then decide who gets the throne."

Zhou Pojun stopped and turned to look at Ling Qinghan with disdain in his eyes.

"Join forces?"

He let out a sneer, and purple martial spirit power surged around his body.

"I, Zhou Pojun, would never stoop to such despicable tactics as using numbers to overwhelm the enemy."

"If he is strong, I will defeat him; if he is weak, I will trample him under my feet."

"If joining forces is necessary simply because the opponent is strong, then there's no point in practicing martial arts at all!"

After saying that, Zhou Pojun didn't give Ling Qinghan a chance to refute him at all.

His body shone with a brilliant purple light, and he transformed into a shooting star, rushing straight toward the central throne.

Ling Qinghan stood still, coldly watching his retreating figure.

"A brute."

She muttered a curse under her breath, her eyes turning cold.

"Since you want to be the one to stick your neck out, then go ahead and be it."

"Once you've both been severely weakened, the throne will ultimately be mine."

She silently disappeared into the shadows and slowly followed.

Before long, Zhou Pojun arrived in front of the throne.

He looked at the boy who was lazily leaning on the throne, his martial spirit power erupting and his aura soaring.

"Ziwei Sacred Land, Zhou Pojun! Please offer your guidance!"

His voice was booming, his blood was surging, and he adopted the most solemn posture.

Feng Mo lifted his eyelids, glanced at Zhou Pojun, and didn't even have the desire to get up.

He waved his hand casually.

Five hundred-meter-long Five Elements Thunder Dragons roared out from behind him, rushing straight towards Zhou Pojun with an aura of destruction.

Zhou Pojun's pupils constricted sharply, and he roared in anger.

A brilliant purple light shone overhead, and the phantom of a Star Martial Soul slowly emerged, its starlight falling and transforming into battle armor.

"Well done!"

He swept his halberd horizontally, colliding fiercely with the thunder dragon.

boom!

A shockwave rippled outwards, causing the ground to collapse.

Zhou Pojun's tiger's mouth trembled violently, and he staggered back several steps.

These five thunder dragons actually made him feel an immense sense of crisis!

"This...this is impossible!"

He stared intently at the five-colored thunder dragon, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"This is just a martial technique formed from condensed true qi; he didn't even use his martial spirit?"

A sense of humiliation welled up inside me.

He was a descendant of a sacred land who had awakened an SSS-level martial soul, yet his opponent thought he could defeat him with only a second-tier true qi martial skill.

"Feng Mo! How dare you underestimate me!"

Zhou Pojun erupted completely, his blood and qi erupting like a volcano, his martial spirit power burning wildly.

"Starfall Fist!"

He discarded his halberd and unleashed a flurry of punches.

A barrage of fist shadows, carrying the force of falling stars, slammed wildly towards the five thunder dragons.

This is his trump card, a Tier 3 SSS-level martial skill.

He wanted to force Feng Mo to use his true abilities.

On the throne, Feng Mo curled his lips into a smile.

A golden glint flashed deep in his eyes.

Mythical talent, eagle eyes!

In Feng Mo's view, Zhou Pojun's seemingly world-destroying fist technique was instantly dismantled.

Meridian circulation, Qi nodes, the trajectory of martial spirit power...

All secrets have nowhere to hide.

The Starfall Fist, when wielded by Zhou Pojun, was riddled with flaws.

Just as he was concentrating on dismantling the technique, a cold aura quietly emerged from behind him.

That was Ling Qinghan's fatal blow.

She seized the moment when Zhou Pojun and Feng Mo were locked in combat and unleashed the ultimate technique of the Xuanbing Holy Land: Extreme Cold Ice Soul Thrust!

In an instant, he struck Feng Mo's vital point at the back of the head!

Feng Mo didn't turn around.

Just as the ice spike was about to touch the back of his head, he threw a straight punch with his backhand.

The immense force of a hundred tons, mixed with multicolored lightning, instantly shattered the Extreme Cold Ice Soul Spike.

The residual force of the punch slammed heavily into Ling Qinghan, who was in the shadows.

boom!

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Ling Qinghan spat out blood as he flew through the air.

She fell heavily into a pile of rubble dozens of meters away.

The combat watch flashed and teleported her out of the game.

Feng Mo shook his hand and continued to stare at Zhou Pojun.

In Feng Mo's eyes, the Starfall Annihilation Fist no longer held any secrets.

While dealing with Zhou Pojun's relentless attacks, he was rapidly calculating in his mind.

The Body Tempering Method, True Qi Method, and Soul Awakening Method of the Ziwei Sacred Land, plus this Starfall Annihilation Fist.

Through the frenzied operation of "all-knowing wisdom," he disassembled, reassembled, and finally integrated every detail of the process.

He even went so far as to fix the three fatal flaws that originally existed in this martial art.

"I see."

Feng Mo nodded slightly.

Zhou Pojun grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed.

Feng Mo's attack rhythm was gradually becoming the same as his.

Even more well-rounded than him!

The Starfall Annihilation Fist has been completely figured out.

Zhou Pojun's eyes were bloodshot, and he was almost completely drained of his energy.

The Star Armor began to crumble.

He tried his best, but couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

And the opponent didn't even use their martial spirit!

Zhou Pojun's voice trembled: "In your fight against me, you didn't even use a third-tier martial art. I'll remember this humiliation!"

Feng Mo ignored him, finding it rather boring.

He snapped his fingers.

The five thunder dragons merged into one, transforming into a white divine dragon that shattered Zhou Pojun's Starry Sky Armor with a single claw.

boom!

Zhou Pojun coughed up blood.

The teleportation light shone, and he stared intently at Feng Mo, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

[Ding! Zhou Pojun's defense has been severely breached, defense breach points +3000!]

Feng Mo stretched and looked around at the empty surroundings.

"Even Zhou Pojun only provided this much defense penetration from the Ziwei Holy Land, so they probably won't be able to give much more."

He then looked in the direction where Ling Qinghan had disappeared.

I took the photos too quickly; my sharp eyes didn't even have time to work.

I didn't get my hands on the cultivation techniques from the Mysterious Ice Holy Land.

"A miscalculation."

Feng Mo sighed.

I thought these descendants of the holy land would bring some surprises, but they shattered at the slightest touch.

"Alright, let's do a simple screening."

Feng Mo stood up and stretched his limbs, glancing around.

With a thought, the five elemental thunder dragons reappeared.

This time, instead of charging, they transformed into five streams of light that scattered in all directions.

The Thunder Dragon transformed into a patrolling guard, roaming within a one-kilometer radius.

Those below the third rank cannot provide valuable martial arts techniques and are directly eliminated.

If you encounter any third-tier survivors, let them in, have a brief battle, take their Awakening Technique, and then eliminate them.

Feng Mo sat on the throne, closing his eyes to rest.

We're just waiting for those so-called geniuses to come to us.

Spectator space.

When Ling Sushuang saw Zhou Pojun and Ling Qinghan being eliminated, she nearly fainted from anger.

She was about to leave quickly when Yun Wanrou's cool voice called out to her.

"Elder Ling, are you leaving already?"

Yun Wanrou held the teacup, her posture leisurely.

"Are you trying to renege on your debt?"

Ling Sushuang's face was pale, and her jaw was clenched.

That's three sets of Tier 6 resources!

And that SSS-grade Xuanbing Spirit Crystal, it was originally intended to be used to forge a martial soul weapon for Ling Qinghan!

Now it's all become someone else's wedding dress.

With trembling hands, she tossed the storage bracelet containing the resources to Yun Wanrou and turned to leave.

Watching Ling Sushuang's retreating figure, Yun Wanrou chuckled softly.

She fiddled with the storage bracelet in her hand, in a very good mood.

"I was just racking my brains about what materials to use to forge Feng Mo's Martial Soul Armor, and this Xuanbing Spirit Crystal has come at just the right time."

"Right now, the martial arts exam is pretty much a foregone conclusion. We should go and tell Old Li the good news, and also keep an eye out for other martial arts universities poaching our students."

After muttering to herself for a moment, Yun Wanrou also left the spectator space.

With the national martial arts examination champion already determined, there's no point in continuing to watch the competition.