High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

"Coincidence! It must be a coincidence!" Zhou Meng roared inwardly, his blood surging again. He threw out both fists, the shadows of his fists enveloping Su Jie like a storm, bringing the ferocity of the "Stone-Splitting Fist" to its extreme, sealing off all of Su Jie's escape routes.

"Let's see where you hide now!"

However, facing this impenetrable attack, Su Jie's footwork was merely a seemingly casual tap to the left and right. His figure was like a ghost, or a light willow leaf in a raging storm, always managing to dodge the fatal punches at the last second.

The powerful wind, strong enough to split rocks and shatter monuments, couldn't even stir the hem of his clothes.

"Stepping to the Heavens"! Stepping on the Seven Stars, like a dragon soaring through the heavens!

"How is this possible?!" Zhou Meng was increasingly alarmed as he fought. He felt as if he were fighting a phantom, with all his strength hitting empty air. He was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood.

The previous clamor in the audience turned into dead silence, and everyone stared wide-eyed at this bizarre scene in disbelief.

"Is this all the speed you can do?" Su Jie's slightly disappointed voice rang in Zhou Meng's ears, like a curse. "Then it's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, Su Jie finally pulled his right hand out of his pocket, his fingers forming a sword shape, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing from his fingertip.

The Flowing Shadow Sword Technique combines the power generation techniques learned from "The True Explanation of Basic Swordsmanship" with a single finger strike!

That finger strike was swift, precise, and ruthless!

It surpassed Zhou Meng's nerve reaction speed, and in the instant when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, it accurately struck the Jianjing acupoint, the weakest point in his body's protective qi and blood!

"puff!"

A soft popping sound, like a balloon being punctured.

Zhou Meng felt an extremely sharp and highly concentrated force instantly pierce through his proud defenses. A sharp pain shot through his right shoulder, and his entire arm instantly became numb and weak. The qi and blood he had gathered suddenly dissipated!

His forward momentum was abruptly interrupted. He groaned and staggered back several steps before barely regaining his balance. His forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with horror and fear as he looked at Su Jie.

The audience was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The ace instructor of Zhou's Martial Arts Academy, a Qi Condensation Warrior with a combat strength of 2,000, was actually defeated by a high school student who broke through his defenses with just one finger?!

This is completely beyond their comprehension!

Su Jie looked at Zhou Meng, whose face was pale and whose right arm was hanging limply, and slowly withdrew his fingers, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"It seems that the instructors at Zhou's Martial Arts School are not all top-notch." His tone was calm, but it was like a resounding slap in the face to Zhou Meng, and also to all the members of Zhou's Martial Arts School.

"What...what kind of movement technique is that?! What kind of finger technique?!" Zhou Meng asked with a hoarse voice.

Su Jie raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Want to learn? Too bad, your Zhou family's temple is too small."

His gaze swept over the four burly men from the martial arts school below the stage, and finally he looked up at the huge window on the second floor of the martial arts school. Although there was glass between them, he could feel two cold gazes falling on him.

"Next?"

"Or, how about all four of you come at me together?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unparalleled air of authority and clearly resonated throughout the entire venue.

Zhou Xiong, watching from the second floor, had eyes so cold they were almost dripping with water. He stared intently at Su Jie on the arena, his mind churning with turmoil: "This kid was holding back during the previous test! Where did he get so much vital energy?"

The area around the arena was deathly silent.

The remaining four burly men from the martial arts school looked at each other, and they all saw fear in each other's eyes.

"What? You don't dare to?" Su Jie looked at the four people, his tone mocking.

Just then, a cold voice swept across the entire venue like a chilling wind, carrying a completely different, soul-chilling sense of oppression:

That's enough.

The sound came from the second-floor window. Zhou Xiong, who had been silently watching the battle, took a step forward, his figure appearing on the arena like a ghost, no more than ten meters away from Su Jie. The unique pressure of the Condensation Realm spread out like an invisible tide, making everyone below the stage gasp for breath.

"It's Deputy Curator Zhou!"

"He actually got involved himself!"

"A powerhouse with two martial veins! Su Jie is in deep trouble now!"

The Zhou Xiong before him, as the deputy head of the Zhou Clan Martial Arts School, has already condensed two martial veins, and his basic combat strength has likely already exceeded 4000 points! This is far beyond what Su Jie's current combat strength of 2508 points can withstand head-on!

Su Jie's pupils contracted slightly, and the ninety-nine level six and seven martial acupoints in his body instinctively accelerated their operation, his blood and qi surging, resisting this pressure from the level of life.

He could clearly sense that the other party's blood and qi were not only larger in quantity than Zhou Meng's, but more importantly, they were of a different quality, more condensed and pure, and carried a kind of "vitality".

Zhou Xiong's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, instantly capturing the extraordinary and powerful foundation within Su Jie's body. A hint of undisguised shock and even deeper greed flashed in his eyes.

"Ninety-nine acupoints... Such powerful qi and blood fluctuations mean you've tempered at least most of your martial acupoints to level six, or even more!" Zhou Xiong's voice carried a hint of hoarseness he himself didn't realize. "Where exactly does your qi and blood come from?"

He understood the implications all too well! Refining a martial acupoint from level four to level five requires 200 points of Qi and Blood, and ninety-nine of them would require nearly 20,000 points! And from level five to level six, each acupoint would require an additional 500 points, totaling nearly 50,000 points!

This is a number that would drive ordinary martial artists to despair!

Zhou Xiong himself barely managed to refine twenty martial acupoints to level five by the age of thirty. He simply couldn't sustain the remaining refinement, and his temperament couldn't bear the time required for further refinement. Later, he gained considerable benefits in a secret realm, condensing two martial meridians in one fell swoop and achieving a leap of three thousand points in combat power!

This is the realistic choice for him, and for 99% of martial artists in the world—resources are limited, and the pros and cons must be weighed!

With limited resources, should one try to gain a few hundred points of combat power through the "extremely low cost-effectiveness" of tempering the martial acupoints, or directly condense the meridians to obtain an immediate qualitative change of a thousand points of combat power?

The answer is self-evident!

That's why he lost his composure when he saw Su Jie's "unconventional" foundation! The massive amount of blood and qi resources behind it was enough to drive any force crazy!

"Boy, hand over your secrets!" Zhou Xiong roared, no longer able to maintain his composure, his eyes filled with burning greed. "Such a massive amount of blood and energy is enough to cultivate several Qi Condensation Realm cultivators! Wasting it on you to temper your martial acupoints is simply a waste!"

"What? You beat up the kid, now the old man's here?" Su Jie raised an eyebrow, his tone still carrying that infuriating composure. "Is Vice Master Zhou planning to personally instruct me?"