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

A gentle breeze swept across the square, stirring up a few fallen leaves.

The entire room fell silent. Whether they were freshmen standing or upperclassmen lying down, everyone was stunned into a blank mind by these remarks.

Robbery? And you have to kowtow?

This is the most prestigious university in the Great Xia Kingdom! Any one of these people lying on the ground has a powerful backer. Holy lands, sects, noble families… offending just one of them is enough to cause serious trouble. Feng Mo is now going to tear the sky apart at Shanghai Martial Arts University!

"Bullshit!"

Luo Zhengang struggled to sit up, his broken arms supporting him. The veins in his neck bulged and his forehead throbbed.

"We are the descendants of major powers! What you're doing is a slap in the face to the entire martial arts world of Shanghai! Even if I admit defeat today and dare to kowtow, do you, Feng Mo, dare to accept it?!"

Feng Mo exerted force with his ankle, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

Before the wind had even stirred, the man was already standing in front of Luo Zhengang.

He reached out, his five fingers gripping Luo Zhengang's shiny bald head like a bowling ball, and smashed it to the ground without hesitation.

The soil and rocks collapsed.

Luo Zhengang's head smashed into the ground, leaving a large crater. His head was buzzing, and he saw stars before his eyes.

Feng Mo squatted down and patted Luo Zhen's face, which was still covered in mud.

"Just kowtow when I tell you to. What are you talking about? Whether I dare to accept or not is none of your business."

Luo Zhengang, enraged to the point of despair, spat out a mouthful of blood: "Hahaha! Feng Mo, I admit I can't beat you. But you want to humiliate me? No way! Disciples of the Vajra Sect would rather die than submit!"

As he spoke, he struggled to raise his right hand, which was still slightly mobile, and gave Feng Mo the middle finger.

Feng Mo's patience ran out.

He extended two fingers, pinched the raised middle finger, and casually flipped his wrist.

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

That wasn't all. Feng Mo seized Luo Zhengang's wrist and twisted it forcefully in the opposite direction. The sickening sounds of tearing muscle and shattering bones echoed in succession. Luo Zhengang's prized, physically imposing physique was as fragile as a twisted rope in Feng Mo's hands; his entire right arm was twisted into a pretzel shape, completely ruined.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream tore through the air. Luo Zhen was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

Those who practice physical training are most afraid of damaging their fundamental bodies. Such shattering distortion requires a vast amount of rare and precious materials and a long period of time to recover, and may even leave permanent hidden dangers.

"Since you refuse to kowtow, I will cripple your limbs and make you rest in bed." Feng Mo's tone was icy, without a trace of pity.

His five fingers, like hooks, gripped Luo Zhengang's left shoulder once more.

The moment Luo Zhen saw that hand reaching out, his mental defenses completely collapsed. All thoughts of sect honor and unyielding spirit became a joke in the face of absolute pain and the fear of ruining his martial arts future.

He opened his mouth, just about to offer a word of reassurance.

Feng Mo's hand had already fallen.

Click.

His left shoulder blade was shattered, and his entire arm fell limply to the ground.

"I'll kowtow! I'll kowtow!" Luo Zhengang cried, tears streaming down his face, his arms hanging limply at his sides, as he frantically banged his head against the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull thud of kowtows struck the hearts of every senior student.

Seeing this, the others dared not resist in the slightest. Even the most defiant Luo Zhengang had been tortured into this miserable state; if they resisted again, their fate would only be worse.

Ling Chuixue closed her eyes, two lines of tears sliding down her cheeks. Trembling, she untied her storage bracelet and tossed it to Feng Mo, then knelt down, bending her proud back until her forehead touched the ground.

With one of them taking the lead, the remaining dozens of senior students followed suit. In no time, the square was filled with people kneeling down, the sound of kowtowing rising and falling, creating a magnificent scene.

[Ding! Luo Zhengang's arms have been crippled, he was forced to kowtow in humiliation, his Dao heart has collapsed, and his defense penetration points have increased by 10000!]

[Ding! Ling Chuixue's insulting kowtow has clouded her Dao heart, and her defense penetration points have increased by 10000!]

[Ding! The senior students kowtowed in humiliation, their Dao hearts clouded, defense points increased by 5000!]

The joy of a bountiful harvest spread through my heart.

Without any hesitation, Feng Mo collected all the storage bracelets scattered on the ground into his pocket.

This is the wealth of top second-generation elites in Shanghai; the cultivation resources inside are an astronomical figure.

After doing all this, he stood up and dusted off his hands.

He turned around and looked at the Yun siblings, who were standing there dumbfounded not far away.

"I'm gone."

Yun Tianyi seemed to wake from a dream, his legs trembling as he jogged to catch up. The way he looked at Feng Mo now was as if he were looking at a living demon god.

"Brother Feng... no, Master Feng! You're awesome! You've really ripped a hole in the sky in Shanghai!" Yun Tianyi shouted, his excitement mixed with fear.

Yun Piaomiao walked on the other side.

Her breathing slowed, and her fingertips dug deeply into her palms.

seeing is believing.

Rumors circulated that Feng Mo was ruthless and decisive, which she initially thought was just an exaggeration. Only now, witnessing it firsthand, did she realize that this young man's character was far more terrifying than his strength.

Without any scruples or sentimentality, their methods were brutal yet efficient.

At this moment, she actually felt a little curious about Feng Mo.

What exactly did an ordinary high school student with no background go through, and how did he cultivate himself to develop such an unparalleled and lawless ferocity?

Feng Mo took a few steps, then suddenly stopped.

He turned around, his gaze passing over the kneeling, kowtowing old men and landing on Jin Zhengyi, who had just gotten up.

Despite being covered in injuries, Jin Zhengyi stood ramrod straight, his eyes filled with fervent adoration as he looked at Feng Mo.

"Hey you," Feng Mo pointed at Jin Zhengyi and smiled, "Could you please count for me? Write down the names of anyone who hasn't kowtowed a hundred times and tell me. I'll personally teach them how to count later."

Jin Zhengyi, his face flushed with excitement, loudly replied, "Yes, Brother Feng! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

"Thank you." Feng Mo nodded, turned around, and walked side by side with the Yun siblings towards the scenic lakeside villa area.

Behind them was a square littered with wreckage, and the sound of uniform, utterly humiliating, kowtowing.

The rules that belonged to Feng Mo were branded into the spines of the senior students in the most violent way on the very first day he stepped into the Magic City Martial Arts University.