High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

With nowhere to retreat, the fat man gritted his teeth and took out the ancient horizontal sword from his spatial ring.

Sword draw and slash!

The fat man roared, veins bulging on his hands, and a white blade of light burst forth from his horizontal sword, slashing towards the crew-cut boy in front of him.

The crew-cut boy revealed a disdainful smile. His hands shimmered with light, flashing like starlight, and he actually blocked the blade's light with just his hands.

Without slowing down, he grabbed the fat man's neck with one hand.

The fat man's pupils dilated, his heart filled with shock. Was the difference between the Star Forging Realm and the Light Shaking Realm really that big?

As the crew-cut man drew closer, the fat man gave a helpless bitter smile and gave up resisting.

He realized he was no match for the crew-cut man.

Just then, a thin figure appeared in front of the fat man, blocking the crew-cut man.

When the fat man saw the person in front of him clearly, he was also shocked.

The person blocking the fat man's way was actually the thin Wen Song.

Wen Song raised a golden shield of light with both hands, blocking the crew-cut man outside.

A hint of surprise flashed in the crew-cut man's eyes.

He could sense that the skinny boy in front of him was only at the third level of the Star Forging Realm, just like the fat man.

But his light shield could actually block him.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his back and instinctively retreated rapidly.

Just as his figure left the spot.

A giant foot fell from the sky, crushing even the concrete ground.

Everyone looked up and saw that Chen Ming's body had grown several times larger, with runes flashing on his body, and he had transformed into a five-meter-tall giant.

The crew-cut boy licked his lips, staring at Wen Song and Chen Ming with great interest.

"Superpowers, huh? Interesting."

Then he looked at the six men surrounding the fat man and scolded them.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and attack!"

Upon hearing this, the six people stopped standing idly by and unleashed the aura of the Yao Guang Realm.

The three fat men turned pale instantly.

They might not even be able to defeat one Yao Guang Realm cultivator, and now there are seven Yao Guang Realm cultivators? Isn't this blatant bullying?

Wen Song's voice trembled slightly as he turned his head and asked.

"Fatty, what do we do now?"

A fierce glint flashed in the fat man's eyes as he spoke in a harsh voice.

"What can we do? Fight them! I don't believe they would dare to kill anyone. As long as we can stall for time, a mentor will eventually find out what's going on here."

Wen Song's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty after hearing this, but he also knew that there was no other way now.

"kill!"

The fat man leaped up, flames roaring up on his ancient sword, his face glowing crimson in the firelight.

As the fat man slashed with his sword, a crimson fire dragon coiled around its body and pounced towards the crew-cut man.

The golden light shield in Wen Song's hand dissipated, and he took out a black stick from his spatial bracelet. After swinging it twice, he followed the fire dragon and ran towards the crew-cut man.

The crew-cut man sneered, his hands flashing with light, and threw a punch at the Crimson Flame Dragon.

boom!

With a loud bang, the crimson fire dragon was blasted apart by the flat-headed man's punch. Before he could even retract his fist, a black stick descended from the sky.

"Shaking Tiger!"

Wen Song's face flashed with an unprecedented fierceness.

Black smoke floated on the stick, like demonic flames, its momentum astonishing, and the wind howled around it.

The crew-cut man dared not use his head to withstand the attack; a flash of light appeared on his crossed arms.

boom!

The force from the arm caused the crew-cut man to kneel on one knee.

His eyes were filled with rage. He, a cultivator at the Yao Guang Realm, had actually been beaten to his knees by two third-level Star Forging cultivators. If word got out, how could he ever face anyone again?

Before he could even catch his breath, a fist as big as half his body came swinging from the side.

Without encountering any resistance, it hit him squarely.

The crew-cut man was blasted away, crashing into the wall and rolling down.

He stood up awkwardly, a trace of blood already at the corner of his mouth.

This was an utter disgrace to him.

"Kill all three of them!"

Without the crew-cut man giving the order, the six men around him were already ready to act.

However, everything happened so fast that they didn't have time to react.

They hadn't expected that just three people at the third level of the Star Forging Realm could make the flat-headed man vomit blood.

The three fat men were powerless to resist the six Yao Guang Realm experts and were subdued after struggling for a while.

Chen Ming was also forced back to his original form by someone.

The three men were pinned underfoot and unable to move. The fat man's eyes were bloodshot, and he was still cursing under his breath.

The crew-cut man walked over with a sneer, squatted down in front of the fat man, and spat a mouthful of blood onto the fat man's face.

"You motherfucker, you love to talk trash. You call yourself the top scorer in the college entrance exam? I bet you're just a piece of trash."

The fat man laughed when he heard what he said.

"Idiot, who told you I was Feng Yi?"

The crew-cut man paused for a moment, then grabbed the fat man by the collar and pulled him up.

"Didn't you say you were Feng Yi?"

The fat man laughed.

"I'm your father. You'd believe me just because I say so?"

The crew-cut man then realized that he had been tricked by the fat man in front of him, and boundless anger rose in his heart.

"Fuck your mother!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was about to punch the fat man in the face.

He didn't hold back at all with this punch; starlight emanated from his fist.

If it hit a fat guy on the head, he'd be lucky to escape with his life.

The other six people, seeing this, knew something was wrong.

If someone were to die, the matter would become a huge scandal.

The fact that a freshman at Tsinghua and Peking University was murdered on his very first day of school was enough to shock the entire nation of China.

This is tantamount to rubbing Tsinghua and Peking University's reputation on the ground.

But the crew-cut man's punches were too fast; they couldn't stop him in time.

Just as the crew-cut man's punch was about to land on the fat man's face, his fist mysteriously stopped.

Not only that, the crew-cut man discovered that he couldn't move not only his fists, but also his entire body.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, a slow footstep sound came from behind.

Everyone except the man with the buzz cut looked in the direction of the sound.

Upon seeing the newcomer's face, the three fat men felt relieved and smiled.

The person who arrived was none other than Feng Yi.

Feng Yi slowly walked up to the crew-cut man and reached out to grab the fingers that were pulling the fat man's fingers.

Click!

A sharp crack was followed by the crew-cut man's bloodcurdling screams.

And this is just the beginning.

Then the man with the buzz cut had all his fingers broken off one by one.

His agonizing screams attracted the attention of the nearby students.

"Wow, these people are incredibly audacious to fight on campus."

"Isn't that Feng Yi? He's here too."

"Who are the other people? I've never seen them before?"

"I don't know, they don't seem like they're from our college."

"They dare to mess with Feng Yi; it's obvious they're not from our academy."

"Damn it, these people are so arrogant, daring to come to the academy to cause trouble for Feng Yi?"

"Let's go up and ask them. If they're really not from our college, then we'll deal with them."

The students who had been watching the commotion gathered around.

"Feng Yi, where did these people come from?"