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

"But I feel proud only after I defeat you!"

The Marquis of Chu showed no joy on his face, only clenched his fists.

A blood-red spot began to appear in the center of the pupil, quickly spreading across the entire eyeball.

At the same time, his originally tall and robust body began to slowly shrink, and after a few breaths, it shrank by a whole size.

The once bulging muscles seemed to have been compressed by an invisible hand, resulting in muscles that bulged like cast iron. From the outside alone, the person even appeared somewhat thin.

However, Mo Ning, who was standing opposite him, began to twitch uncontrollably.

"This guy..." Mo Ning's pupils contracted slightly, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. "Is he compressing all the power of his physical body again?"

He knew all too well what this meant.

Under the suppression of the rules of the Mirage Realm, many cultivators turned to studying how to improve their physical strength. However, those who truly understood the way of physical combat would begin to compress their bodies in the opposite direction after reaching a certain critical point.

Press those outward-directed forces back into your bones and muscles, into every inch of your flesh.

In this way, although he appears lean, every muscle and bone contains a more terrifying power than before.

That bald guy definitely looks like someone special!

However, even so, I cannot lose!

Mo Ning took a deep breath, and the disdain in his eyes completely disappeared.

He bent over, lowered his center of gravity, and let his hands hang naturally at his sides, his whole body resembling a taut longbow.

A faint green light emerged from Mo Ning's arms, covering his hands like two drooping willow branches.

But those familiar with Mo Ning from the Silver Sand Army know that Mo Ning is currently in a state of life-or-death struggle.

"Come!" Mo Ning called out in a low voice, his tone less feminine and more solemn.

The Marquis of Chu did not waste any words.

He stomped his feet on the ground and shot towards Mo Ning like an arrow released from a bow!

This time, he was even faster than before!

Although his size has shrunk, his explosive power has increased several times over!

Mo Ning's gaze grew increasingly indifferent. He slowly exhaled, and his body twisted like a snake once more. The green light on his hands suddenly surged, and his two arms lashed out like two soft green whips at Chu Hou!

The Marquis of Chu neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead met it head-on!

"Bang!"

The fist and palm collided, producing a dull, loud thud.

Chu Hou's fist slammed into Mo Ning's arm, and the green light trembled violently, dissipating most of the force. At the same time, Mo Ning's arm, like a vine, once again tried to wrap around Chu Hou's arm.

But this time, the Marquis of Chu did not give him a chance.

The Marquis of Chu's arm suddenly trembled, and the power that had been compressed to the extreme exploded at that moment!

Mo Ning's expression changed, and the arm that had been wrapped around her was actually shaken off by that violent force!

Meanwhile, Chu Hou's other fist, like an iron hammer, smashed into Mo Ning's chest with a sharp whooshing sound!

Mo Ning's body twisted again, barely dodging the punch, but the wind from the punch grazed his clothes and tore a hole in them.

"What domineering punching power!" Mo Ning thought to himself in surprise.

But he did not retreat. The green light on his hands was like two venomous snakes, stabbing towards the temples of the Marquis of Chu from both sides at the same time!

If this attack hits, even the Marquis of Chu will not be spared.

However, the reaction of the Marquis of Chu was even more unexpected by Mo Ning.

Instead of dodging, he lowered his head and rammed his shiny bald head hard into Mo Ning's hands!

"Madman!" Mo Ning couldn't help but curse.

If the impact had landed squarely, his hands would certainly have been injured, but the Marquis of Chu's head would certainly have suffered as well.

This kind of fighting style, where injuries are exchanged for injuries and lives are fought to the death, is not a friendly sparring match at all, but a life-or-death struggle!

Mo Ning quickly changed direction with both hands, not daring to directly confront the Marquis of Chu's head.

But the moment he changed his tactics, a triumphant smile appeared on the lips of the Marquis of Chu.

His body suddenly leaned forward, like a raging bull, and he slammed his shoulder into Mo Ning's arms!

"Oh no!"

A sense of foreboding washed over Mo Ning, and he tried to retreat, but it was too late.

The Marquis of Chu thrust his right palm out from his waist. There was no shimmering light on his palm, only pure, naked physical power.

But that power was as heavy as a thousand pounds!

"Bang!"

He slapped Mo Ning in the chest.

Mo Ning felt an overwhelming force surge into his chest, which pierced through the green light on his body and slammed into his internal organs.

His body slammed heavily onto the ground of the martial arts arena.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

Mo Ning lay in the human-shaped crater created by the impact, his chest aching terribly, his blood churning, and for a moment he was unable to move.

His expression became somewhat uncertain.

We lost?

I actually lost?

Below the training ground, all the Silver Sand Army soldiers watching the battle fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

The fourteen squad leaders, including Lü Yang, also stared wide-eyed at the same moment, looking at Mo Ning lying on the ground on the stage, unable to get up, seemingly in complete disbelief.

The Marquis of Chu did not look at the reaction of the audience.

He slowly withdrew his hand, looked down at the bruises all over his body, and grinned.

That smile was still the same kind of honest, wide-eyed grin.

But at this moment, no one thought that smile was easy to bully anymore.

You lost.

Mo Ning lay in the crater, his hands still trembling slightly, not because of injury, but because of resentment.

How could I have been defeated today by a newcomer from the lower realm?

shame.

This is an utter disgrace.

but......

Mo Ning closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed the surging blood in his chest.

"Alright, get up, Captain Moning! I only won this time by luck thanks to my sect's secret technique. If we were to fight again, I might not be able to beat you!" Chu Hou's voice suddenly came.

Mo Ning slowly opened his eyes and saw the hand that Chu Hou was reaching out to him.

The opponent won, but there was no mockery or ridicule, only a pure, martial arts-based respect.

Mo Ning remained silent for a moment.

Finally, he sighed, reached out, and grasped the hand of the Marquis of Chu.

The Marquis of Chu pulled hard, lifting Mo Ning up from the ground.

Mo Ning stood up, dusted himself off, and looked at Chu Hou with a complicated expression.

"A loss is a loss, there's no room for luck!" Mo Ning said, frowning. "I didn't expect you to dare use such a life-or-death fighting style. Are you really not afraid of death?"

He recalled the way the Marquis of Chu had fought; it was like he was a madman.

That kind of fighting style, if not handled carefully, can result in mutual destruction.

Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Chu reached out and touched his bald head, smiling confidently, "Don't worry, I'm tough as nails, I won't die, at most I'll just be seriously injured."

He spoke of it casually, as if serious injuries were commonplace for him.

Mo Ning's lips twitched slightly.

Thick-skinned and tough?

Can't die?

At most, a serious injury?

Where on earth did this monster come from?

Standing by the training platform, Xia Jin watched this scene with a slight smile on her lips.

Commander Shichimatsu crossed his arms and his smile deepened.

He turned to look at the squad leaders below the stage, whose expressions were quite varied, and spoke calmly.

"There's another one here who also wants to learn from you squad leaders. Who wants to give it a try?"

His gaze swept over the squad leaders, finally landing on Lü Yang, who was still fiddling with a walnut.

When Lü Yang saw the look in Commander Qisong's eyes, he couldn't help but frown, and he stopped fiddling with the walnuts in his hands.

Among the fifteen squad leaders in the Silver Sand Army, Lü Yang's strength is undoubtedly the best! Judging from the intentions of Commander Qisong, it seems that he wants to test this kid's strength himself?

His gaze passed over the Marquis of Chu and landed on the purple-haired youth by the platform.