High Martial Arts: Destroying All Realms with the Heart of a Martial God

The eighth-level initial disciple behind Su Yuan and He Yong was named Chen Wenzhi.

As soon as Chen Wenzhi stepped into the second floor of the martial arts school, he found a corner and stayed there quietly.

He dared not get too close in a battle of this level.

One careless move and you could easily lose an arm or a leg.

Even the slightest slip of the tongue from either side could easily cause him severe damage, or even a fatal crisis.

However, Lei Sheng had already set up a protective shield around Chen Wenzhi beforehand, so that he would not be affected by the battle fluctuations.

"Greetings, Chairman Su, and Deputy Director."

As Su Yuan approached the twenty disciples, they all spoke in unison.

Their voices were strong and clear, indicating they were martial artists with a solid foundation.

"Um."

Su Yuan smiled faintly.

As expected of the disciples of the Purple Thunder Martial Arts Academy, these people are all full of vitality, and five of them are already very close to the initial stage of the ninth realm.

The other dozen or so disciples were not the kind who had just advanced to the peak of the eighth realm.

"If both sides are ready, we can begin."

He Yong stood between Su Yuan and the twenty peak eighth-realm disciples, glanced at both sides, and spoke.

"please."

Su Yuan gazed at the person opposite him and said softly.

"President Su, please give me your guidance."

The twenty disciples were even more imposing than before, their voices echoing throughout the training ground.

After speaking, He Yong moved to Chen Wenzhi's side and watched the battle quietly.

Beside him, Chen Wenzhi stared intently at Su Yuan, curious about how Su Yuan would deal with the combined attack of twenty peak eighth-realm martial artists.

The ten peak eighth-realm disciples disappeared from Su Yuan's sight and instantly circled behind him.

Ten terrifying pillars of blood shot into the sky, and the ripples of blood and qi surged outwards with a deafening roar.

Ten bursts of powerful energy erupted before Su Yuan.

The twenty martial arts school disciples drew their weapons and launched a powerful attack on Su Yuan.

Dozens of powerful attacks and a strong binding force all rushed towards Su Yuan.

The martial arts techniques were powerful and the dense attacks gave Su Yuan no chance to dodge.

Su Yuan stood still, his expression unchanged. Facing numerous attacks, he simply tapped the ground lightly with his right foot.

A few ripples of qi and blood spread outwards from Su Yuan as the center.

Wow!

All attacks vanished in an instant, mercilessly crushed by the power generated by Su Yuan's blood and qi.

"A high-level martial artist of the eighth realm!!!"

He Yong sensed Su Yuan's vital energy and exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Wenzhi felt a chill run through his body, and a cold sensation surged into his heart.

Are you kidding me?

A high-level martial artist of the eighth realm?

In just over a month, he soared from a beginner-level eighth-realm martial artist to a high-level eighth-realm martial artist.

Is this still the speed at which a human can cultivate?

If things continue like this, won't I be a beginner-level ninth-realm martial artist in another month or two?

Chen Wenzhi froze on the spot, his eyes wide open like copper bells.

It wasn't over yet. Su Yuan unleashed a burst of blood energy that precisely targeted the twenty peak eighth-realm martial arts disciples.

Clang.

The instant they came into contact with the ripples of qi and blood, they were struck as if by an irresistible blow, all collapsing to the ground and losing their ability to fight.

"Vice Curator He, it's over. Please take me to the third floor."

Su Yuan's calm voice echoed in the training room.

"what?"

"oh."

"good!"

He Yong came to Su Yuan's side and his heart trembled as he looked at the martial arts disciples lying motionless on the ground.

"Chen Wenzhi, deliver the battle report to them."

He Yong turned to look at Chen Wenzhi, whose brain seemed to have shut down, and then roared.

Chen Wenzhi snapped back to his senses, gasped, and picked up his phone to notify the disciples in the hall below.

He Yong then led Su Yuan to the third floor.

The lobby on the first floor of Zi Lei Martial Arts School.

One of the nine martial arts school disciples picked up his phone.

When he saw the contents, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"President Su... has won the first round of challenges."

Then he glanced at the time.

It took only a dozen seconds for Vice Master He to lead Su Yuan up to the second floor.

Including the time spent walking up the stairs and the polite exchanges between the two sides, the fight probably lasted only a few seconds from start to finish.

"What! President Su won so quickly? His strength is truly terrifying. No wonder he is a genius who won first place in the Beijing Martial Arts Association Combat Tournament."

"It was within my expectations that President Su would defeat twenty peak eighth-level martial arts disciples, but I didn't expect the battle to end so quickly."

"Quickly, quickly spread the news of Chairman Su's victory in the first round and try to get it to second place on Lanxun News' trending topics!"

Outside the Zi Lei Martial Arts School, the results of the first round of battles were announced, causing a huge uproar among the crowd.

The third floor of the martial arts school.

Zhou Feilei stood with one hand behind his back, facing away from Su Yuan and the other two.

Only when their footsteps echoed on the third floor did Zhou Feilei slowly turn around, gazing at Su Yuan with a smile.

"President Su, I didn't expect you to defeat those disciples so quickly."

"If you were to fight me, the difficulty would increase exponentially."

Zhou Feilei's smile grew wider and wider.

"Let me make this clear beforehand: even if President Su advances to the eighth-level high-ranking martial artist, please be prepared to face difficulties."

"My strength is far superior to that of Li Dongning, who has fought against you."

"I'm only two thousand units of Qi and Blood away from advancing to the mid-stage of the Ninth Realm."

For some reason, Su Yuan saw Liu Yuanzhou's shadow in Zhou Feilei.

They're all like that...

Su Yuan shook his head inwardly.

He Yong felt ashamed. This Deputy Master Zhou was indeed strong, but he was inevitably a bit arrogant.

Zhou Feilei naturally noticed the commotion on the second floor.

So what if Su Yuan defeated twenty disciples? The difference between having the power of laws and not having it is huge.

He was confident that with the three Great Perfection Laws, he could stop Su Yuan here.

As for entering the fourth floor to fight Vice Master He there, President Su should train for a while longer.

Chen Wenzhi found a corner to hide in again.

Seeing his vice president so arrogant, he felt uneasy and had a feeling that he was about to be thoroughly humiliated.

"Enough talk, get ready for a serious battle!"

He Yong glared at Zhou Feilei, which made Zhou Feilei behave himself a little.

"Please, Deputy Curator Zhou."

Su Yuan uttered his first words upon entering the third level.

"Alright, Chairman Su, please give me your guidance!"

As Zhou Feilei finished speaking, a golden longsword appeared in his hand, with the three Great Perfection Laws forming a flowing light that covered the longsword.

With a single slash, a strike imbued with terrifying power tore through the air, the blade blazing with extreme brilliance as it hurtled towards Su Yuan.

Su Yuan activated the Star Energy God Emperor Breathing Technique, maximizing its power.

Facing Vice Master Zhou, who is empowered by the power of laws, simply relying on bursting out one's qi and blood is not enough.

Behind him, the stars and rivers shifted and changed, with countless stars covering Su Yuan's body.

The Crimson Meteor Spear appeared, and the Thousand Breaks Wildfire technique transformed into fifty enormous meteorite spear beams.

The surrounding temperature was scorching hot, with heat so intense it seemed to want to burn everything.

Boom!

As the spear and blade clashed, Zhou Feilei's expression changed slightly; the power of the Thousand Breaking Wildfire Style was greater than he had imagined.

His blade only managed to deflect more than thirty spear strikes, and the entire attack vanished into steam.

The remaining Thousand-Break Wildfire spear light bombarded Zhou Feilei, and his body flew sideways with a whoosh.

Su Yuan vanished from his spot and kicked Zhou Feilei, who was in mid-air, down.

A faint white spear light burst forth without a trace, precisely aimed at Zhou Feilei's neck.