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

"You brat! How dare you!"

Enraged, Gu Chongli went completely berserk after a moment of shock.

He, a high-ranking sixth-level official sent by the Imperial Capital Command, was actually pinched and made to cry out in pain in public by an eighteen-year-old boy. This was an utter disgrace!

"Give me a break!"

He roared, and the sixth-order martial soul power within his body suddenly erupted. A surge of powerful energy flowed along his meridians to his arm, attempting to forcefully break free from Feng Mo's grip.

However, the moment his martial spirit power surged, Feng Qingyang moved.

"Lord Gu, you are a dignified sixth-level martial artist, why must you get so angry at a junior?"

A sword intent as light as a breeze arrived first, seemingly light and airy, yet striking Gu Chongli's arm with perfect precision.

That sword intent, gentle yet firm, instantly shattered the martial spirit power that Gu Chongli had just gathered. Moreover, its momentum did not diminish, and with a clever force, it pushed him back seven or eight steps, almost causing him to fall to the ground in a disheveled state.

Feng Mo also withdrew his hand as if he had only done a trivial thing, dusting off non-existent dust from his sleeve.

"puff--"

Someone in the audience couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That laugh was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg.

"Hahahaha! That's hilarious! A sixth-level martial artist from the capital city, getting humiliated by a freshman?"

"What sixth-tier? With this kind of strength, you dare to investigate our Commander Feng? You must be made of paper!"

"Where did that imposing air go? I thought he was some big shot, but his physical body isn't even as strong as General Feng! What a piece of trash!"

The arrogant and fierce soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division in Shanghai were not kind-hearted men and women; they were all hardened warriors who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They had kept quiet before out of respect for Feng Qingyang, but now that they saw the imperial envoy from the capital so easily defeated, how could they possibly hold back?

Mockery and laughter came from all directions, merging into a huge wave of sound that overwhelmed Gu Chongli.

He originally came to establish his authority, but instead of doing so, he became the laughingstock of the entire audience, a clown jumping around.

Gu Chongli's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, his chest heaved violently, and he trembled with rage.

His wrist, which had been pinched, was still burning with pain, as if needles were stuck into his bones.

"You...you bunch of treacherous traitors who have no ruler or father! You've rebelled! You've truly rebelled!"

He pointed at Feng Qingyang and Feng Mo, roaring angrily.

Just as he was about to throw caution to the wind and completely break off all pretense of civility, a hearty laugh came from the entrance of the auditorium, like a gust of wind, instantly drowning out the noise of the entire hall.

"Hahahaha! Old Gu, I knew it! Wherever there's excitement, you're bound to be there with your sour face!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a burly, middle-aged man, as tall as an iron tower, striding in.

He wore the same black uniform with gold trim as Gu Chongli, but their temperaments were completely different.

He has a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He wears a cheerful and unrestrained smile and walks with a powerful stride, exuding a calm and steady aura.

As soon as he entered the room, he walked straight to Gu Chongli's side and slapped his large, fan-like hand heavily on Gu Chongli's shoulder with a "smack".

Gu Chongli was so startled by the slap that he almost fell again, and his face turned even uglier.

"Lu Chenzhou! What are you doing here?!"

"What would I be doing here?" Lu Chenzhou grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "If I hadn't come, I'm afraid you would have completely disgraced the Imperial Capital's Demon Slaying Division!"

He ignored Gu Chongli and turned to the entire audience, clasping his hands in a fist salute and proclaiming loudly, "Gentlemen, I am Lu Chenzhou, Inspector of the Demon Slaying Division of the Imperial Capital! I am also a long-time sworn brother of Brother Feng! I have come uninvited today, and I hope you will forgive my intrusion!"

When Feng Qingyang saw him, a long-lost smile appeared on his face: "You old rascal, if you had come any later, my auditorium would have been torn down by the envoy from the Imperial Capital's Demon Slaying Division."

"Haha, that's impossible!"

Lu Chenzhou laughed loudly, then his smile vanished as he pulled out a gold-edged, red-backed scroll from his pocket and unfurled it.

As soon as the scroll was unfurled, an aura of grandeur and righteousness spread out. The scroll was stamped with the highest authority seal of the Imperial Capital Demon Slaying Command!

Lu Chenzhou cleared his throat, gathered his inner energy, and his loud voice resounded throughout the entire venue:

"The First Official Appointment Letter with Red Heading and Gold Letter to the Imperial Capital Demon-Slaying Command!"

"By resolution of the Supreme Command Council, in view of Feng Mo, a student of Shanghai Martial Arts University, who made outstanding contributions in the Battle of Xinlanjiang, slaying the Demon King, repelling a powerful enemy, and rescuing 30,000 compatriots, and whose merits are outstanding and whose talent is unparalleled, he is hereby appointed—"

"Feng Mo, Acting Commander-in-Chief of the Demon Slayer Division of the Demon Capital!"

"While General Feng is present, his orders shall prevail; in his absence, Feng Mo shall have full authority to act as General and oversee all affairs of the Demon Slayer Division in the Demon Capital! This order shall take effect immediately!"

"So be it!"

The last two words, like the resounding toll of a great bell, echoed for a long time in the auditorium.

The entire auditorium was first deathly silent, then erupted in cheers and applause a hundred times more intense than ever before!

"General Feng is awesome!!!"

"Hahaha! Now it's perfectly legitimate! Let's see who dares to fart now!"

Yang Jinyun and the others were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes. They clapped their hands with all their might, not caring that their palms were red from clapping.

Gu Chongli stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning, completely stunned.

He whirled around, glaring at Xia Ming in the crowd, and transmitted his voice using his inner energy: "Xia Ming! Didn't your intelligence say that this was a secret transaction between Feng Qingyang and others?! What's with this official document?!"

Xia Ming was also covered in sweat, his face as pale as paper. He never expected that Feng Qingyang, that old drunkard, who seemed careless in his actions, was actually meticulous and had already completed the formalities!

Lu Chenzhou put away the appointment letter, smiled at Gu Chongli, and mocked him mercilessly:

"An eighteen-year-old prodigy who could cooperate with Feng Qingyang to severely injure a sixth-tier demonic beast, isn't qualified to be the current commander-in-chief?"

"Old Gu, how about you go outside the city and take on a sixth-tier demonic beast one-on-one for me? If you can come back alive, I'll apply to the commander-in-chief for you to become the acting garrison commander of the Demon Capital. What do you say?"

Murder, but also punish!

Lu Chenzhou's words directly exposed Feng Mo's incredible achievements in public, completely eliminating any room for Gu Chongli to refute.

Amidst thunderous cheers and undisguised laughter from the audience, Gu Chongli's face had turned completely black.

Without saying a word, he turned and left, his back view conveying an indescribable desolation and wretchedness.

Before leaving, he turned back and stared at Feng Mo with a venomous look, as if to say, "You just wait."

Feng Mo met his gaze without flinching, a cold and cruel smile slowly curving his lips.

That gaze, calm and indifferent, was as if he were looking at a dead person.

Gu Chongli's heart skipped a beat. He was so frightened by that gaze that he dared not meet it. He turned away in a disheveled manner and fled in panic.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Xia Ming tried to slip away from the crowd, looking disheveled.

"Vice Principal Xia."

Feng Mo's voice, though not loud, clearly called out to him.

Xia Ming froze, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Feng Mo's voice was unreadable.

"I...I have something to do, I'll...I'll go first." Xia Ming forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"No rush," Feng Mo said calmly. "After the celebration banquet, the walls of Principal Feng's office building, which were damaged by the sword energy, still need your personal funds to repair. Don't forget."

Xia Ming staggered, nearly vomiting blood on the spot, and dared not linger any longer, fleeing in panic.

[Ding! Gu Chongli has lost face and dignity, his defense is moderately breached, defense breach points +30000!]

[Ding! Xia Ming has lost face and been publicly humiliated. His defense is moderately breached, and his defense points have increased by 30000!]

Hearing the continuous notification sounds in his mind, Feng Mo withdrew his gaze and looked calmly at the auditorium, which had regained its lively atmosphere.

I'm still too weak!

If your fists aren't big enough, you'll have to follow other people's rules.

If the fist is big enough.

My rules are the rules.