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

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the roadside trees, casting dappled shadows on the square in the freshman dormitory area of ​​Wuhan University in Shanghai.

Feng Mo put his hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the throng of people.

At the edge of his vision, dozens of senior students blocked his way, with the leaders acting arrogantly. Among them, only Xia Yuan's face was somewhat familiar to him.

The defeated opponent has put on a smug and arrogant face today.

Yun Piaomiao turned her head to look at the boy beside her.

If it were an ordinary freshman, faced with such a show of force from senior students, they would at best be at a loss, and at worst turn and run away.

After all, even she found those three leaders quite troublesome to deal with.

Ke Fengmo's breathing rate remained unchanged.

interesting.

Yun Piaomiao smiled slightly, crossed her arms, and adopted a spectator's posture.

She knew Feng Mo's background; he could kill a fifth-tier demonized martial artist, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid of the three fourth-tier leaders.

But the demonized martial artist is the enemy, while the group in front of them are their schoolmates.

I wonder how he will handle it?

Beside him, Yun Tianyi's feet were firmly planted on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and a layer of fine sweat seeped from his forehead.

What's going on? Ling Chuixue, Luo Zhengang, Xia Jidian... why are all the most troublesome troublemakers from Shanghai Martial Arts University gathered here? Judging from this, could they be after Feng Mo?

As expected, Xia Jidian, with his sharp eyes, spotted the three people at the end of the tree-lined path. He raised his chin, beckoned with his finger in Feng Mo's direction, and uttered two words: "You, come here."

Yun Tianyi felt a chill run down his spine. He leaned close to Feng Mo's ear and whispered rapidly, "Brother Feng, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. These guys are not to be trifled with. Let's retreat first, avoid their sharp edge, and then ask my great-aunt to handle it later."

Feng Mo turned his head and looked at Yun Tianyi, whose face was full of anxiety.

"Who is avoiding whose sharp edge?"

Yun Tianyi stamped his feet in frustration, speaking rapidly like spilled beans: "My dear brother! Of course we should avoid their sharp edge! No matter how good you are at fighting, can you take down so many fourth-tier fighters by yourself?"

Feng Mo raised his hand and patted Yun Tianyi's shoulder. The touch wasn't heavy, but it carried a reassuring calmness. He looked at the other with trust and grinned.

"What are you afraid of? You are a direct descendant of the prestigious Yun family of Shanghai, a seasoned demon slayer. With you protecting me, I can walk sideways."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Mo raised his voice, which resounded throughout the entire square: "My brother is Yun Tianyi! He's got my back at Shanghai Martial Arts University, so all of you blocking my way, get out of my way!"

The sound waves, amplified by spiritual energy, caused the leaves to rustle.

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of eyes focused on Yun Tianyi.

Yun Tianyi's brain went blank, his face contorted in a grimace. He opened his mouth, and after a long pause, managed to stammer, "Not a buddy..."

After a brief silence, Xia Jidian and the others burst into unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

"Yun Tianyi? That good-for-nothing who lives off his family's legacy?" Luo Zhengang stroked his bald head, laughing so hard he almost fell over. "He dares to tell us to get lost?"

Xia Jidian laughed until tears almost streamed down his face. He pressed his foot against Jin Zhengyi's head, grinding it forcefully, and mocked, "Feng Mo, I thought you were some kind of three-headed, six-armed genius. Turns out, you're just a spineless coward who only knows how to hide under someone else's crotch. Expecting Yun Tianyi to protect you? He can't even get a Demon Slayer position himself, what makes him think he can protect you?"

Jin Zhengyi, pinned under Xia Jidian's foot, had bloodshot eyes. He struggled with all his might, the phantom of his Vajra Martial Soul flashing wildly across his body, but he couldn't budge Xia Jidian's foot that was pressing down on his head even slightly.

Jin Zhengyi didn't know Feng Mo, but he had been eliminated by Feng Mo in the Peak Examination Hall, and he knew very well that this name represented the highest combat power in this year's martial arts examination.

Today, the freshmen have been completely wiped out and suffered humiliation. If even the top scorer is trampled underfoot by these senior students, then this year's freshmen will never be able to hold their heads high at Shanghai Martial Arts University.

"Feng Mo! Run!" Jin Zhengyi gritted his teeth and roared from deep in his throat, "They have three fourth-tier members! You can't stay here! You're the top student in our class, you can't be humiliated by them!"

Xia Jidian's expression darkened, and a savage glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his right foot, and greenish-blue wood spirit energy gathered in his leg, transforming into a thick thorny vine, aimed at the back of Jin Zhengyi's head.

"Did I tell you to speak? I said I'd teach Feng Mo a lesson today, and I have to teach him manners on behalf of his deadbeat parents!"

The ball of the foot lands.

In that split second, Xia Jidian was suddenly terrified, a chill running down his spine.

A ghostly voice whispered in his ear.

"Who are you trying to teach a lesson about life?"

Xia Jidian didn't even see how the other party traversed the tens of meters. Only a blur remained on his retina, and then, an immense force that Pei Mo could not resist gripped the top of his head.

Five fingers, as if cast in steel, were firmly embedded in his scalp.

"Well--"

Before the scream could even finish, Xia Jidian was lifted up by this brute force and then slammed down onto the hard spirit stone ground at an angle that defied human biomechanics.

The loud noise was deafening.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

Xia Jidian's face collided violently with the ground, his high nose bridge instantly caved in, and blood mixed with broken teeth spurted out. His protective true qi, at the fourth level of the fourth rank, was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this pure physical force, shattering in less than half a second.

Ling Chuixue and Luo Zhengang were stunned.

Everything happened too fast. One second Xia Jidian was swaggering around, and the next he was being utterly crushed. This speed and explosive power completely exceeded their expectations of freshmen.

"Let's do it!"

Ling Chuixue was the first to react, her cold voice carrying a murderous intent. She formed hand seals, and her fourth-level, seventh-stage Xuanbing True Qi surged forth, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. Moisture in the air condensed into countless sharp ice spikes, which rained down on Feng Mo, who was at the center of the smoke and dust.

Luo Zhengang let out a beast-like roar, his muscles bulging and his skin gleaming with a metallic sheen. He stomped his feet on the ground like a heavy tank, swinging his fists the size of casserole dishes, heading straight for Feng Momen.

The remaining dozens of senior students also came to their senses, and various colorful martial arts lights illuminated the square, attempting to overwhelm Feng Mo with sheer numbers.

The arrow is on the bowstring, and it must be released. Now that we've torn off all pretense of civility, we must thoroughly subdue this arrogant freshman today.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Feng Mo slowly straightened up.

He still stood on Xia Jidian's back, and no matter how the other struggled, his foot was like a mountain rooted to the ground, unmoving.

Facing the overwhelming killing intent, Feng Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the abundant spiritual energy of the Magic City Martial Arts University.

"Martial Soul, Combine!"

Deep within the silent sea of ​​consciousness, the majestic phantom clad in golden chainmail and wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown suddenly opened its eyes.

An overwhelming fighting spirit, looking down upon all things and battling against heaven and earth, swept out like a volcanic eruption.

Feng Mo opened his eyes, a flash of crimson-gold light appearing in them.

Five SSS-level Qi Seas simultaneously went berserk, and violent martial soul power surged and roared along the meridians.

He raised his right hand, and golden light gathered in his palm, causing an iron rod with gold hoops at both ends and a black middle to appear out of thin air.

Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff).

Feng Mo flicked his wrist, and the iron rod swept out horizontally. The violent shockwave transformed into tangible ripples, sending the paralyzed new students dozens of meters away, away from the center of the battle.

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the staff with both hands and brought it down on Luo Zhengang, who was charging at the front.

There were no fancy moves or dazzling techniques.

It is pure power.

The ultimate, absolute power that surpasses the limits of the human body.