What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

In the preparation area of ​​Xiling Martial Arts University, a burly man was sitting in the shadows in the back row, originally resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing the commotion on the stage, he slightly opened his eyelids and scanned the area like a searchlight.

When his gaze fell on Rong Jing, a fierce light flashed in the man's eyes.

"This girl is pretty good!"

The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and the corners of his mouth parted to reveal a set of gleaming white teeth.

He braced himself on his knees with both hands and suddenly stood up.

Its massive size instantly blocked most of the overhead lights, casting a large, dark shadow over the preparation area.

"Leave this to me."

The man's voice was extremely rough, like a broken gong that had been sanded on sandpaper, making the eardrums of several students from Xiling Martial Arts University nearby buzz.

Upon hearing this, a student from Xiling Martial Arts University sitting in the front row quickly turned around, looking astonished.

"Brother Shan, are you going to take action? Isn't this a bit of overkill?"

The boy swallowed hard, trying to dissuade him.

"That's right, Brother Shan!"

Another student quickly stood up and chimed in, "The other side is Cangyun Martial Arts University, which has been at the bottom for ages. Sending a few brothers at the Rock Realm level up there will be a breeze and they can win."

"You're our Xiling Prefecture's secret weapon for this competition! Once we successfully defeat Cangyun Martial Arts University and advance to the next round where we encounter tough opponents, we'll need your unexpected victory!"

"Revealing our strength so early was a huge disadvantage!"

"So noisy!"

The burly man, called Brother Shan, suddenly frowned, his thick eyebrows almost forming a single line.

He didn't even glance at the student who had spoken, casually waving his large, fan-like hand to the side.

"Snapped!"

There was no fluctuation of elemental energy, only pure physical strength.

The boy who had been chattering away just moments before was like a bowling pin that had been knocked away in a bowling alley; he flew sideways, rolled four or five times on the alloy floor, and finally came to a stop after crashing headfirst into the railing of the preparation area.

"How I fight is none of your business!"

Qingshan snorted coldly, and two streams of white breath shot out from his thick nostrils.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over a group of trembling students, and landing on the teacher from Xiling Martial Arts University who was sitting at the front.

The teacher in charge of the group frowned deeply when he saw Qingshan's arrogant demeanor.

As a secret weapon, he really shouldn't have been sent out in the first match against Cangyun Wuda. But he knew Qingshan's temper best; once he made a mistake, not even ten oxen could pull him back.

The teacher in charge sighed helplessly, but finally nodded slightly.

With permission granted, Qingshan grinned and turned to walk toward the exit of the combat zone.

Only when he stood up completely straight did those around him truly realize the terrifying size of his body.

He is over 2.2 meters tall!

His muscles bulged out like granite blocks, and his khaki-colored bodysuit was stretched so tight it looked like it was about to burst.

The originally spacious metal gate of the preparation area appeared exceptionally small in front of him.

He even had to turn slightly to the side, lower his head, and forcefully "squeeze" himself out of the door frame.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

With each step Qingshan took onto the arena, the thick alloy plates emitted an extremely dull protest sound.

He walked to the center of the ring and looked down at Rong Jing, who was nearly three heads shorter than him.

His gaze roamed unabashedly over Rong Jing's slender and toned body, his eyes revealing an undisguised aggression.

"Little girl."

Qingshan crossed his arms over his chest, the veins on his thick arms clearly visible.

"A place like Cangyun Martial Arts University is not suitable for someone as exceptional as you."

He raised his chin slightly, his tone full of mockery.

"Come with me to Xiling!"

"If you agree, I'll talk to the principal, and all the cultivation resources at Xiling Martial Arts University will be prioritized for you. How about that?"

"It's better than you being in that wretched place of Cangyun Prefecture where you can't even get a sip of soup!"

In the stands, many spectators heard Qingshan's outrageous remarks and started whistling.

Meanwhile, in the preparation area of ​​Cangyun Martial Arts University...

Upon hearing this, Liu Bo was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at Qingshan on the arena with a pitying gaze, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"That bastard has really narrowed his own path."

Liu Bo shook his head.

Daring to act like a big shot in front of Rong Jing?

This is like trying to sell an elixir of immortality at a crematorium—purely courting death.

On the arena.

Rong Jing's eyelids lifted slightly.

She did not speak.

Even the slightest change in his facial expression remained completely unnoticed.

Without warning, Rong Jing's right wrist flipped outward.

"Snapped!"

The dark red whip instantly transformed into a blurry, blood-red afterimage, accompanied by an extremely piercing sonic boom, and lashed straight at Qingshan's cheek!

"Wow, that's a fiery personality!"

Qingshan grinned, completely disregarding the whip.

In his view, a female student from Cangyun Prefecture was at most at the peak of the Rock Realm.

This kind of soft, weak attack, even if it hits you, it's just a tickle.

Instead of dodging, he arrogantly stretched out his left hand, fingers spread wide, trying to grab the long whip in his hand.

"I like your prickly side..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Smack!!!"

The moment the whip touched Qingshan's palm.

The terrifying Yuan Power of the ninth level of the Thousand Jun Realm erupted like a flood bursting through the dark red whip!

Qingshan felt a numbness in his left palm, and then an irresistible, violent force tore through his proud muscle defenses.

The whip tip nimbly circled his palm, like a freshly baked hot iron pressed onto raw meat, and with a "sizzle," it struck his thick left arm hard!

"Bang!"

Despite its massive size of over 200 kilograms, Qingshan was forced to take three large steps backward by this immense force!

With each step back, a shallow crater was created in the alloy arena.

He suddenly lowered his head.

On his left arm, which was thicker than a normal person's thigh, the skin was torn open, and a bright red bloodstain stretched from his shoulder to his wrist.

Bright red blood gushed out instantly, dripping down his arm and onto the ring.

A searing pain shot straight to my forehead.

The entire audience of 100,000 fell silent at that moment.

The man in the front row wearing a baseball cap dropped a peanut he had just peeled onto the ground.

What's going on?

That burly guy from Xiling Martial Arts University, who looks like a bear, was actually whipped back by a delicate girl from Cangyun Martial Arts University?! And he even got injured?!

On the arena.

Rong Jing slowly retracted the long whip, and with a slight flick of her wrist, shook off the blood droplets on the whip blade.

She raised her eyelids, her gaze sweeping calmly over Qingshan's bleeding arm, her lips slightly parted.

"That's it??"