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It should be noted that those standing before them were all renowned alumni of the Shanghai Martial Arts University, their strength as unshakeable as mountains, every muscle and every breath exuding a chilling power. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, illuminating their resolute faces, adding to their formidable majesty.

These freshmen, though all carefully selected from the best of their respective provinces, the strongest among countless peers, entered this legendary university with dreams and passion. However, facing these senior students, they quickly realized that their past glories seemed to be just the beginning. These senior students, too, were once shining stars in their regions, having endured countless challenges and trials to reach their current positions.

The battle was about to begin. Despite the freshmen's all-out effort, they were like leaves in a storm, swaying precariously under the seniors' relentless onslaught. Their techniques, though exquisite, were no match for the seniors' profound skill; they couldn't even withstand a few moves before being easily countered, leaving the scene in a sorry state. An atmosphere of tension and frustration filled the air, causing the freshmen watching to hold their breath, secretly marveling at the seniors' strength.

Just then, a burly man with eagle-like eyes stepped out from the crowd—the senior student representative known as "Tiger Brother." He held his head high, like a tiger about to pounce, exuding an undeniable aura of dominance. His voice, booming like a bell, pierced through the crowd, striking the very heart of every new student: "Listen up, all new students! If you have the ability, show it on this stage of the Magic City Martial Arts University and let me see your brilliance; if you don't, obediently show your student ID and admit your shortcomings!"

"Remember, this is the rule of Shanghai Martial Arts University: the strong are respected, and the weak must obey. Here, strength determines everything. If you want to gain respect, you must let your fists do the talking!" Tiger's words were like thunder, exploding in the ears of the freshmen and stirring up their fighting spirit and unwillingness to give up.

The new students gathered around, some with fear on their faces, others with resolute eyes, all seemingly having made their choice at this moment. They understood that no matter how difficult the road ahead, having chosen this path of martial arts, they must forge ahead bravely, using sweat and effort to narrow the gap between themselves and the senior students, and prove their worth.

Tiger's figure was like an insurmountable mountain, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, scanning the new students who had just stepped onto this sacred yet cruel land.

Moonlight filtered through his disheveled hair, outlining a weathered yet still imposing face.

Among the crowd, he keenly sensed an unusual aura—among the new students, quite a few had gleaming eyes, revealing an eager light, as if they longed to prove themselves and make a name for themselves in this land where the strong are respected.

Tiger Brother's lips curled into a playful smile, and then he extended a finger as strong as an iron clamp, pointing to a spot not far away.

There, a young man was staggering to his feet, his face pale, clearly having just endured a battle he would rather forget. Tiger's finger, like a hammer striking to seal his fate, seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

"Hmph, if you don't obediently hand over your student ID, this former top student from Beihang University will be a living example for your future."

Tiger's voice was deep and powerful, each word seeming to resonate from the depths of his chest, carrying an undeniable authority. His tone contained both mockery of the young man's defeat and a silent warning to all the new students.

"I know very well that each and every one of you, who crossed mountains and rivers to stand out from your hometowns and enter this Magic City Martial Arts University, are all the pride of your respective regions, harboring an unyielding spirit that refuses to be mediocre." Tiger paused, his gaze piercing, as if he could see into the depths of everyone's heart. "But please remember, here, whether you are a dragon or a tiger, you must hide your claws and learn to bow your heads. If you are a dragon, coil up and wait for your opportunity; if you are a tiger, lie in the grass and prepare to strike."

At this point, Tiger's eyes suddenly became profound, as if he could see into the essence of all things. "To put it bluntly, your so-called strength and talent are not much of an advantage in front of ordinary martial artists who have truly experienced the world and seen the world. The true path to strength begins with recognizing one's own insignificance, with being able to stand up after countless falls, and with finding a glimmer of hope in despair."

With each word Tiger spoke, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier. The freshmen's faces were no longer filled with the bewilderment and excitement of newcomers, but were replaced by an unprecedented sense of urgency.

They began to realize that stepping into this school gate not only meant entering a new chapter in martial arts training, but also that they would face unprecedented challenges and tests.

On that afternoon, dappled with sunlight yet rife with undercurrents, Tiger stood proudly like an invincible sculpture atop the Shanghai Martial Arts University, his elongated figure projecting an undeniable aura of power.

All around, there were countless freshmen, full of anticipation and trepidation. Some stood, some stood, their eyes sparkling with expectation for the unknown university life, as well as curiosity and awe for this legendary senior.

Tiger's expression was one of deep-seated arrogance and contempt, as if he were born to stand at the top of the world, looking down on the insignificant masses below. His sharp, hawk-like eyes swept over everyone without a trace of warmth, as if silently declaring: Here, the names of the weak will never be remembered.

As a senior, he truly didn't take these freshmen seriously. To them, Tiger was like the brightest star in the night sky, unattainable and beyond their reach. He enjoyed the thrill of the strong bullying the weak; it was a sense of superiority from the depths of his heart, an absolute confidence in his own strength, and a profound understanding of the cruel laws of this world.

"Shanghai Martial Arts University," Tiger's voice was deep and powerful, each word like a carefully crafted gem, resonating in everyone's heartstrings.

"Might makes right. This is not a greenhouse, not a cradle where you can dream. Here, all glory, resources, and even the right to survive must be earned through strength. Without strength, you are just a bunch of pathetic creatures, only able to eke out a living in this campus full of strong individuals."

At this point, Tiger paused slightly, a playful smile playing on his lips. That smile held both mockery of the weak and a yearning for the path of the strong. "And I, as your senior, will give you a vivid lesson today. Remember, this world never pities the weak; it only respects those who dare to challenge, those who dare to let their strength speak for itself."

His words, like sharp blades, pierced the hearts of every new student with unerring precision, leaving them with an unprecedented shock and pain. It was a soul-searching interrogation, a re-examination of self-worth, and a deep anxiety about the future.

But it was precisely in this stinging pain that an unprecedented fighting spirit quietly rose in their hearts, like a spark that had been ignited, waiting for the moment it would spread like wildfire.

The new students stood or sat, their faces showing trepidation.

Among these youthful faces, finally, one person slowly walked out of the crowd. His steps were unhurried, yet each step seemed to tread on the tense nerves of everyone present.

The man walking in front had a face as handsome as jade, his skin glowing softly in the moonlight, as if sculpted from the finest porcelain. He was tall and slender, like a towering pine tree in a mountain stream, possessing both unyielding spirit and a gentle, refined air. He wore a sophisticated dark suit, impeccably tailored, every stitch revealing his exceptional taste and status. One could immediately tell that this young man was no ordinary person, but rather a noble scion of a prominent family.

He glanced around lightly, his deep eyes seeming to see into people's hearts, radiating an indescribable coldness that even filled the air with a chilling aura. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, a smile that contained both contempt for all things and anticipation for what was about to happen.

"Heh, that sounds nice, but isn't it just that you want to take advantage of being a senior to plunder the funds that your juniors worked so hard to raise?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying an undeniable power.

"I'd also like to know if your strength is truly as sharp as your words suggest, capable of piercing through this false peace!" His tone carried a hint of provocation and disdain, as if declaring to the world that he would not tolerate any injustice here.

These words immediately stirred up a considerable commotion in the previously calm group of freshmen. Some stared wide-eyed in surprise, while others began whispering and discussing amongst themselves. Amidst the noise, a voice rang out clearly, like the brightest star in the night sky: "This is the top scholar from Huazhong University, named Zhao Yun! Not only is he unmatched in academics, but he is also rumored to possess extraordinary martial arts skills, having repeatedly defeated his rivals in various competitions."

"I heard that he..." Before she could finish, another voice interrupted her, filled with awe and curiosity: "He's not just outstanding in academics and martial arts, but more importantly, he has a righteous heart and always stands up for the weak. He's a hero in many people's hearts!"

As these words spread, Zhao Yun's name quickly spread among the freshmen like a gust of wind, igniting their passion and aspirations. At this moment, the atmosphere on the playground became unusually tense yet full of anticipation, as if a storm was about to break, and at the center of this storm was that handsome young man with a tall and upright figure—Zhao Yun.

The students around him, like fallen leaves swaying in the autumn wind, were whispering amongst themselves, their eyes sparkling with a mixture of trepidation and fervent anticipation.

They formed a circle, with Zhao Yun, the one on whom everyone placed high hopes, at the very front—a newcomer who had already made a name for himself.

Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappling his shoulders and casting a layer of indomitable golden radiance on his slightly thin figure.

All eyes were on him, hoping that he could get justice for these freshmen who had just entered the martial arts academy and were suffering from bullying, and get back the long-overdue justice from the senior known as "Tiger Brother".

"Hmph! You bunch of trash! The way of martial arts is to defy the heavens, to fight against the heavens, against the earth, and against man! And you, look at yourselves, cowering and cowering like startled birds. With such a mentality, how can you possibly climb to the peak of martial arts and experience that supreme glory?"

Zhao Yun's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck like a hammer, resonating deep within everyone's hearts and creating ripples. A mocking smile played on his lips as his gaze swept over the timid freshmen around him, his eyes holding both reproach and an indescribable encouragement.

"As fellow newcomers with you, I, Zhao Yun, feel deeply ashamed. True warriors dare to face powerful enemies and shine in adversity, while you have succumbed to fear. This is not only a betrayal of yourselves, but also a desecration of the spirit of martial arts."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became heavy.

As a senior student and also known as "Tiger Brother" in the area, his expression changed drastically. His eyes, which usually carried a hint of cynicism, were now as cold as frost, as if they could freeze everything.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant! No one in this academy has ever dared to talk to me like that. It's fine if you're new here and don't know the rules, but if you don't give a reasonable explanation today, don't even think about leaving here unscathed." Tiger's voice was deep and powerful, like an undercurrent in a mountain stream, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath.

The atmosphere tensed to an extreme, the air around them seeming to thin under the invisible pressure. Zhao Yun, however, seemed oblivious, his gaze unwavering, a calm smile playing on his lips, as if everything was under control. "Brother Tiger," he said, "now that I, Zhao Yun, stand here, I have no intention of retreating easily. The path of martial arts is fraught with thorns; how can one achieve anything if one stops because of fear? Today, let me show you what the true heart of a martial artist is!"

Zhao Yun let out a deafening roar, like a thunderclap suddenly exploding in the sky, shaking the surrounding air and even freezing time itself. His eyes flashed with an indomitable flame, and a resolute smile curved his lips as he issued the most direct challenge to those incessantly chattering opponents who were trying to disturb his composure with words.

"Enough with the nonsense, get down on your knees!" These words, like a sharp, icy sword, pierced through the noise and struck straight to the heart, making everyone present feel his unquestionable will and power.

Immediately afterward, Zhao Yun's body shot out like a cannonball at incredible speed, creating a gust of wind that whipped up fallen leaves and dust, forming a swirling storm. Each step he took seemed to be on the beat of an invisible drum, stirring up a series of muffled echoes that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

A vast expanse of white energy surged forth from his body, swirling wildly like a raging river, bathing the entire space in a hazy glow. This power was pure and mighty, seemingly containing the primordial chaos of the beginning of time, inspiring awe and fear in all who beheld it.

Just as this power reached its peak, Zhao Yun suddenly formed a hand seal and murmured, "Heavenly Palm Seal!" Before he finished speaking, a huge palm materialized out of thin air, covering the sky and the sun. Its surface was covered with intersecting lines, like an ancient totem, radiating a terrifying power that made people's hearts tremble.

This "Heavenly Palm Seal" seemed to descend from the hand of an ancient deity, carrying an overwhelming power as it slowly pressed down on the still-stunned opponents. The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and even breathing became difficult.

Finally, the enormous hand, carrying unparalleled power, crashed down. In an instant, a massive sonic boom erupted like thunder, deafeningly loud, as if the entire world trembled at that moment. A violent aura swept across all directions like a tidal wave, destroying vegetation and raising dust wherever it passed.

Some freshmen from the Shanghai Martial Arts University, who were still immersed in the shock of Zhao Yun's amazing shout, were suddenly affected by the storm. They were blown about and some were even directly overturned to the ground by the strong air wave. Their faces were pale and their eyes were full of fear and shock.

This scene was not only a testament to Zhao Yun's ultimate strength, but also a profound spiritual cleansing for everyone present. At that moment, they truly realized what a true powerhouse is, and what an unshakeable will truly is.

Tiger roared to the sky, his voice filled with an indescribable arrogance and untamed spirit, as if he wanted to bring this world under his control. "So you're a third-tier martial artist. No wonder you're so arrogant."

His tone was full of contempt, as if Zhao Yun's third-level martial arts cultivation was not worth mentioning at all.

Zhao Yun, the newcomer, had a solemn expression, but his eyes shone with an indomitable light. He did not back down an inch because of Tiger's contempt. However, the surrounding air seemed to freeze because of Tiger's words, and even the wind stopped.

"Hiss, it's actually a Grandmaster!" A collective gasp suddenly erupted from the crowd, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating towering waves. The new students, mostly second-tier martial artists, looked on with a mixture of shock and deep envy. A Grandmaster—a figure as brilliant as a star in the martial arts world—was an unattainable dream for them. They gazed at the powerful aura churning in the air, their eyes burning with a thirst for and longing for power.

Just then, Tiger's eyes suddenly sharpened, a fierce glint flashing within them, like a wild beast's gaze before its prey. "Martial arts practitioners are nothing special at the Shanghai Martial Arts University! Get out of the way!" His voice boomed like thunder, making the eardrums of those around him ring. This wasn't just a challenge to Zhao Yun, but a demonstration of power to all the new students, a crushing display of strength.

Immediately afterward, Tiger's figure swayed, like a prehistoric beast emerging from ancient times, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. His fists were clenched, muscles coiled on his arms like writhing dragons, revealing explosive power. Suddenly, he took a step forward, his entire being seemingly merging with heaven and earth, unleashing a punch that, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, aimed directly at Zhao Yun.

"Boom!" The force of the punch seemed to tear the air apart, and a violent energy storm erupted instantly, swirling dust and fallen leaves everywhere. At that moment, the world seemed to change color, the wind and clouds shifted, lightning flashed, and the entire playground seemed to be shrouded in an apocalyptic scene.