Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Commander Qisong glanced at the fifteen squad leaders below the stage and asked indifferently, "Alright, stop wasting time. Who wants to try? If you lose, you'll have to give up your squad leader position."

As his words fell, the faces of the Silver Sand Army squad leaders, including Lü Yang, darkened, and the previous contempt in their eyes vanished.

It seems these two newcomers really want to take their positions.

"Commander Shichimatsu, then let me test his strength."

A slightly effeminate voice rang out from the crowd.

Xia Jin looked in the direction of the voice and saw the effeminate-looking squad leader walk out of the ranks, onto the martial arts stage, and look at Marquis Chu standing by the stage.

"My name is Mo Ning. Don't blame me if you go too far later."

These words were spoken casually, but the confidence in them was undisguised.

The Marquis of Chu stood at the edge of the martial arts arena, looking at the man with effeminate features. His eyes narrowed slightly as he sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the man.

"Lord of Chu, I'd like to learn from you!" Lord of Chu didn't waste any words, he simply cupped his hands in greeting.

"Step aside and give them some space!" Commander Qisong looked at the two who were getting tense, turned slightly to the side, and waved his hand at Xia Jin.

Xia Jin nodded, and soon retreated with Commander Qisong to one side of the martial arts stage, crossed her arms, and quietly watched the commotion on the stage.

"This battle looks set to be very intense!"

He knew the strength of the Marquis of Chu better than anyone else.

Although he only exudes the aura of the ninth level of the Creation Realm, in a real fight, even an ordinary ninth-level Creation Realm expert might not be able to gain any advantage over Chu Hou.

Mo Ning took a deep breath, his aura becoming incredibly calm, yet his entire body exuded a dangerous aura like that of a venomous snake.

He raised his right hand and gently beckoned towards the Marquis of Chu.

"Come on, let's get started. I'll try to be careful and avoid crippling you!"

Upon seeing this, the Marquis of Chu grinned, revealing a set of large, white teeth.

There was no anger or shame in that smile, only pure, almost fanatical fighting spirit.

"Then thank you very much! Whew!"

The Marquis of Chu exhaled a deep breath, the breath like a white ribbon, which condensed in the air and did not dissipate, even obscuring his figure.

In that instant, the Marquis of Chu made his move!

His figure was like a cannonball, and he rushed directly in front of Mo Ning with a violent gust of wind!

That speed was astonishing.

Without giving his opponent any time to react, the Marquis of Chu brought his right hand together with the five fingers pointing forward, and thrust his entire arm straight into his opponent's abdomen like a harpoon!

This strike was simple and brutal, without any fancy techniques, only pure, almost savage explosive power!

After all, under the suppression of the rules of the Mirage Realm, unleashing the full potential of his physical body was the only way for him to improve his strength in a short period of time.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Ning's eyes.

The bald man's speed was somewhat unexpected.

But it was just surprise.

Just as Chu Hou's fingertips were about to touch Mo Ning's abdomen, Mo Ning's body underwent a strange change.

His waist and abdomen folded backward at an incredible angle, making him seem as if he had lost the support of his bones and was incredibly flexible.

The Marquis of Chu's right hand grazed Mo Ning's clothes as he thrust forward, missing by a hair's breadth, but ultimately failing to strike.

"What? This guy's body..." Marquis Chu was shocked.

That wasn't all. As Mo Ning dodged his attack, her hands, like two flexible vines, wrapped around Chu Hou's outstretched right arm!

Those hands moved with incredible speed, their fingers spread wide, heading straight for the Marquis of Chu's throat!

The throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body!

For Mo Ning, who had killed countless people, this was the simplest and most effective means of attack.

Chu Hou's eyes narrowed, and he tried to back away, but he found that Mo Ning's hands seemed to be glued to his arms, following him like a shadow, and he could not shake them off at all.

"Damn it, this is going to be troublesome!" As Chu Hou retreated, he frantically racked his brains for a solution.

Below the martial arts arena, the burly squad leader crossed his arms and looked at Chu Hou, who seemed to be at a disadvantage on the stage, with a cold smile on his face.

"Morning, although he may not be the strongest among our fifteen squad leaders."

"But..." He glanced at Xia Jin standing next to Commander Qisong and said intentionally, "This guy is definitely one of the most troublesome. Even we wouldn't bother with him unless absolutely necessary."

As he spoke, a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

"Unless you can overwhelm Mo Ning with your cultivation level or forcefully break through his defenses with absolute power, fighting this guy is like fighting a ball of cotton. All the strength you put in will be neutralized by his soft force."

Upon hearing the words of the Silver Sand Army squad leader, Xia Jin, who was watching the battle, frowned slightly.

Did the forceful meet the gentle?

Two completely different fighting styles—who will emerge victorious?

On the martial arts stage, Mo Ning's hands were already wrapped around Chu Hou's elbows, just a short distance from his throat.

Mo Ning's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

In his view, the competition was over.

A brute who only knows brute force has no chance of turning the tables in front of him.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the throat of the Marquis of Chu,

The Marquis of Chu suddenly laughed.

That smile was still the same—a bright white smile, a simple and honest one with a touch of wildness.

But his eyes became incredibly sharp at that moment.

The Marquis of Chu let out a low shout, and his right arm suddenly jerked!

A violent force erupted from his arm, so domineering that it actually forced a gap open between Mo Ning's hands that had wrapped around him!

It's just this tiny gap!

Chu Hou retreated rapidly, instantly creating distance between himself and Mo Ning.

Mo Ning's fingertips brushed across the air, just an inch away, but ultimately failed to touch the Marquis of Chu's throat.

He withdrew his hands, stood still again, and looked at the Marquis of Chu three zhang away, the contempt in his eyes finally lessening.

"Not bad. You should be proud of yourself for managing to break free from my grasp."

The Marquis of Chu stretched his right arm, which was a little numb from being wrapped up, and grinned.

"Yeah?"