High Martial Arts: Starting from the Strongest Junior High Student

A crimson aura spread out from the elephant's body, transforming into a three-dimensional circle with a diameter of just over four meters.

All the audience members suddenly stood up, wondering what this thing was!?

Long Yichuan selects talents based solely on their superpowers, requiring at least two from birth, and the more unique the better. He disregards physical talent and superpower level, which is why he has been able to find quite a few people over the past decade.

Xiang Xing is one of them.

His Killing God Realm is very small, but it's definitely enough. Chen Shi is also a melee fighter, and anyone who engages in close combat with him will be enveloped in it.

Chen Shi did not dodge. He was curious about what this Killing God Realm was. When he fought with Xiang Xing again, he stepped into the other party's dark red domain. Instantly, he felt that his mind was difficult to concentrate and his vision became blurred. An inescapable cold power lingered in his heart, which even suppressed his fighting spirit by three points.

A little troublesome.

"die!"

With a roar, Xiang Xing unleashed a sharp black blade of energy from the gray sword imbued with the black dragon, slashing fiercely down at Chen Shi's shoulder. At that moment, Chen Shi closed his eyes, letting his body move on its own.

"Whoosh!"

The long sword slashed down from Chen Shi's side, creating a swirling wave, but he stopped it perfectly!

As Xiang Xing changed his move to a horizontal slash, Chen Shi turned to the side to parry the staff, his right leg bracing against the end of the staff, and his right hand gripping the head of the staff.

"Clang!"

Chen Shi was forced back two steps by the blow, but his expression remained unchanged.

Xiang Xing's pupils grew even grayer. He let out a roar, straining his arm muscles, and slammed the stick down on Chen Shi's arm again!

"Bang!"

The sound was crisp, but the stick didn't budge. Xiang Xing seemed to be stubborn; if one strike wasn't enough, he'd strike it twice, then three.

"Clang clang clang clang clang..."

The rhythmic clang of metal reverberated through the arena.

Chen Shi still didn't make any further moves, adopting an attitude of "go ahead and cut me if you want, it doesn't matter as long as you can't hurt me."

However, Xiang Xing's attitude became increasingly extreme, as could be seen from his gradually ferocious expression.

At this moment, Xiang Xing swung his sword with all his might, and Chen Shi kicked the center of the stick, adding to the impact.

Xiang Xing was knocked back, the stick spun back, and Chen Shi stepped on one end of the stick, which then fell into Chen Shi's hand.

He asked, puzzled, "Hey buddy, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Will cutting it like this even work?"

Although the audience couldn't hear the voices inside, they could guess what Chen Shi was saying from the lip movements. It was like a calm teacher teaching a wild child, and the height of the characters also made it seem so, which made the whole audience burst into laughter.

Instead of calming down, Xiang Xing became even more agitated, his eyes filled with a fierce glint, and he seemed to be on the verge of madness.

"We are the true heirs of the Apocalypse! You are nothing but a thief, a hypocrite! I will kill you!"

Xiang Xing gripped the knife with both hands, and a powerful force erupted from his feet. As he charged forward, the force from his limbs converged in his right hand.

Harmony!

Chen Shi looked disdainful, leaned slightly again, and easily dodged the attack. However, the opponent's blade suddenly rotated ninety degrees, as if it had turned into scissors and slashed back. The combined force that burst out did not subside. Chen Shi raised an eyebrow, the black staff in his hand disappeared, and a thick black martial energy gathered in his abdomen.

"Bang!"

Despite Xiang Xing's clever move, he still failed to harm Chen Shi.

Chen Shi casually remarked, "Not bad, that's a pretty sneaky move."

"Unfortunately, it's pretty useless."

He spread his hands, his face full of sarcasm.

Xiang Xing grew increasingly enraged, baring his teeth and shouting, "You imposter, I'll kill you!"

The longsword slashed fiercely through the air once more, and a deafening dragon's roar resounded from the blade. The God of Slaughter Realm also approached Chen Shi as he moved!

This time, Elephant Walk definitely mobilized a larger amount of Black Dragon power, knocking Chen Shi back dozens of meters. However, no one was worried because Chen Shi obviously did not deliberately stop his movement. In the end, he landed gracefully, his tattered trouser legs swaying in the wind, just like his leisurely attitude.

Chen Shi carried the stick on his back, his long forearms dangling in front of it. His lips still curled into a contemptuous smile: "Tch, sending a 14-year-old brat like that scared me into thinking the Long family was so powerful, confident enough to cross the border and attack me. Turns out they're just out of their minds."

"You keep calling me a fake and a hypocrite. I don't understand what you're saying, but your gray martial arts style looks a bit like my black martial arts style."

"But why is it so soft? Could you be the imposter?"

"soft!?"

Xiang Xing roared with his head raised, his five claws pointing to the sky, and a long, thin black dragon coiled around him, its dragon eyes staring fiercely at Chen Shi!

Then, he charged out again, this time abandoning his sword. Gray martial intent clung to his ten claws, fiercely clawing at Chen Shi, while the black dragon beside him rushed out first to kill Chen Shi.

The two moved one after the other. Chen Shi remained expressionless, suddenly leaping backward and stabbing the black dragon away. He then changed his move to smash the staff, but it was dodged by Xiang Xing, who was right behind him.

From the side, the elephant's claws attacked. Chen Shi half-dodged and half-probeed, taking a step back to avoid the front claws, and then extended his right hand, covered in black martial intent, to grasp the elephant's gray hind claws!

The two held hands, Black Warrior and Gray Warrior in close contact.

Xiang Xing's face contorted with rage as he strained, hissing as he looked up. Chen Shi, however, remained expressionless, tilting his head to the side and saying, "You want to fight me with strength?"

Xiang Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he looked frantically at the black dragon beside him. He saw the dragon's body transform into a black arrow and shoot towards him. At the same moment, Chen Shi also focused his mind and exerted force with his palm!

"Creak!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out!

then.

"Snap!"

Gray Martial Intent was crushed!

At last!

Chen Shi swung his arm violently, slamming Xiang Xing into the black dragon's body!

The dragon-man, over two meters tall, rolled several times on the ground in a disheveled state before staggering to his feet, roaring continuously, his eyes filled with increasing madness! It was a bit creepy to look at!

"How could this happen? How could this happen!?"

"Why didn't I crush you?!"

Chen Shidu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and ask, "Do you have a mental illness?"

"Can't you see the absolute difference in power between us?"

"Power? Power!?" Xiang Xing's breathing was rapid, his chest heaving. He glared at Chen Shi, his eyes wide with rage, and said, "Yes, you stole our power!"

"You deserve to die!"

Chen Shi sighed and shook his head, saying, "Let's stop fooling around and end this."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes sharpened, and he thrust his legs forward, launching himself like a red cannonball.

Just as Xiang Xing was about to exchange blows, Chen Shi suddenly leaned downwards, dodging the attack while simultaneously conjuring a black longsword in his hand and slashing horizontally past him, standing behind him and sheathing the sword.

"Whoosh!"

Grayish-red blood flowed from the dragon's body, and a huge gash appeared in his abdomen. The intense pain made Xiang Xing's body tremble slightly. Just as he was about to turn around, a huge mountain-splitting axe appeared above his head!

The audience screamed in shock, some even too afraid to watch, fearing the following scenes would be too gruesome!

The axe came crashing down, and Xiang Xing frantically dodged, but the left side of his neck was still slashed, and grayish-red blood spurted out. The referee shouted nervously, "Do you surrender?!"

"Surrender?" Xiang Xing got up from the ground in a daze, turned around and looked at Chen Shidao: "How could I possibly surrender to you?"

The moment he finished speaking, all the intelligence in his eyes vanished, leaving only emptiness and the madness hidden within that emptiness.

Many important figures watching the battle couldn't help but be shocked. Was the blood of the Primordial God so monstrous? Even diluted to this extent, it could still affect a person's mind like this?

Or perhaps, Long Yichuan never asked them to suppress their madness.