High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

The moment Feng Yi silently recited the name of the God of War, his aura suddenly changed, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.

The dozen or so people who surrounded him immediately changed color under this aura.

A hint of shock flashed in Wang Daoyuan's eyes.

He knew that Feng Yi was a freshman who had just enrolled in the Ancient Martial Arts Academy this year, but he did not expect that Feng Yi would be so strong. Just by looking at his aura, he could make him feel scared.

But at this point he had no way out, and he shouted sternly.

"Get the fuck out of here."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten people surrounding Feng Yi rushed forward.

Feng Yi slightly dodged a punch, then kicked out, sending a boy at the second level of the Yao Guang Realm flying.

Then he dodged two boys who were attacking him from behind.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the two boys.

"Do you like to launch surprise attacks?"

Feng Yi grabbed the two men by the neck and slammed them together, leaving them dazed and disoriented.

Then he picked up the two people and used them as human weapons, swinging them at the others.

Seeing how fierce Feng Yi was, and how he could suppress an attack by more than ten people, these people were already considering retreating.

They only chose to be Wang Daoyuan's henchmen because of his good family background, but no one was willing to do the hard work.

But Feng Yi wouldn't let them off easily. He grabbed the two people in each hand and threw them toward a crowd, trying to catch them with his hands.

The moment he touched their bodies, he felt a powerful force emanating from them.

A group of people were instantly knocked to the ground.

Every time Feng Yi made a move, someone would fall to the ground and never get up again.

A few minutes later, the ground was covered with people groaning in pain. Wang Daoyuan looked at this scene and swallowed hard.

Just as he was about to run, he found that Feng Yi had appeared in front of him at some point.

"Why are you getting ready to run away?"

Feng Yi tilted his head and looked at the flustered Wang Daoyuan with a mocking expression.

"Feng Yi, this is Kyoto Academy, not your Tsinghua-Peking University Academy. If this gets out of hand, let's see how you leave."

Wang Daoyuan knew he was no match for Feng Yi, so he could only threaten him with a fierce exterior but a restrained interior.

"You don't need to worry about that."

Feng Yi sneered and grabbed Wang Daoyuan's neck with one hand.

Wang Daoyuan reacted quickly, retreating rapidly backward.

But no matter how fast he is, he can't outrun Feng Yi.

Before he could even get back against the wall, Feng Yi grabbed him by the neck.

In an instant, he felt a suffocating sensation, and then Feng Yi slammed him hard to the ground.

The entire indoor basketball court shook.

Wang Daoyuan spat out several bloody teeth, his eyes filled with pain and humiliation.

Under the overwhelming pressure of superior strength, he had no way to resist.

Feng Yi placed one foot on Wang Daoyuan's head and coldly demanded an answer.

"Speak, didn't you say you were looking for me? Now that I'm here, what do you want?"

Wang Daoyuan gritted his teeth. Normally, no one would dare to treat him like this, but now he was being trampled underfoot and unable to move.

This was a disgrace to him.

Seeing that Wang Daoyuan remained silent, Feng Yi began to slowly increase the pressure on his feet.

Wang Daoyuan let out a painful groan; he felt as if his head was about to explode.

However, his arrogance, cultivated over many years, prevented him from bowing his head to Feng Yi.

He still didn't say anything.

"I didn't expect him to be such a tough nut to crack."

Feng Yi sneered, just as he was about to change the method of torture, when his expression suddenly changed, and then he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next second, a flash of cold light swept across.

Feng Yi stared at the blond-haired boy in front of him with a grim expression. If he had been a second slower, the sword would have struck his head.

He never intended to use weapons and did not want to escalate the situation.

Even if someone is injured or disabled, it's not a big deal if they cultivate healing abilities.

As long as no one dies in a fight between students, the college administration will not pursue the matter.

But this blond guy was clearly aiming to kill.

Feng Yi was looking at the blond-haired man in front of him, and the blond-haired man was also looking at him.

But the blond-haired man's eyes were full of mockery and anticipation.

"We've finally met, Feng Yi."

A look of confusion flashed across Feng Yi's eyes. This blond-haired man actually knew him, but he didn't remember him.

"Who are you?"

Feng Yi asked coldly.

The blond-haired man licked his lips and gave a sickly laugh.

"You don't need to know who I am. Just know that today I'm going to crush you, the heir of the Feng family, under my feet. Isn't that interesting?"

After saying that, the blond-haired man gave a sinister laugh.

Feng Yi did not answer, but silently took out the Ningxue Sword.

Since this madman knows his identity and still dares to be so arrogant, he must be one of the five great families.

He hadn't planned to use a weapon, but since this madman had used one first, he had no more reservations.

Seeing Feng Yi take out the Ningxue Sword, Huang Mao actually showed a satisfied expression on his face.

When Wang Daoyuan, who was lying on the ground, saw Huang Mao, it was as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He crawled to Huang Mao's feet, his eyes filled with hatred, and pointed at Feng Yi with his finger.

"Young Master Ying, avenge me, kill him."

Being trampled on and rubbed underfoot was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life. He didn't dare to kill Feng Yi himself and could only hope that Huang Mao could help him.

But Huang Mao sneered and kicked Wang Daoyuan away, watching his body crash into the golf club, then spit out a mouthful of blood and fall silent.

"A piece of trash."

By this time, a large number of Kyoto Gakuin students who had heard the commotion and rushed over to see what was going on had gathered outside the stadium.

Wang Daoyuan and Huang Mao basically knew each other and knew that the two often hung out together.

But everyone was stunned to see that the blond-haired man had actually kicked Wang Daoyuan unconscious.

What's going on?

Not only were they stunned, but even Feng Yi frowned.

This blond guy is really crazy; he even beats up his own people.

He now had some guesses about Huang Mao's identity, since Wang Daoyuan had just called him Young Master Ying.

The Ying family, one of the five great families.

I don't know how the winner was raised; they raised a madman.

After Huang Mao knocked Wang Daoyuan unconscious, his face returned to its mocking expression, and he spoke in a somewhat shrill voice.

"Next, it's just the two of us."

After saying that, the blond-haired man transformed into a blur and charged towards Feng Yi.

A faint red glow appeared around him, and the blond-haired man's aura was revealed.

"Eighth level of the Star Forging Realm?"

Feng Yi was dumbfounded. He thought Huang Mao was very strong, but he didn't expect him to be just a personal-level cultivator.

At that moment, he really wanted to ask, "Dude, are you kidding me?"

Huang Mao rushed to Feng Yi's side and swept his sword horizontally.

Feng Yi didn't even draw his sword; he simply used the scabbard to block the blond-haired man's attack.

However, Feng Yi could also sense that Huang Mao's strength was even greater than that of an ordinary Yao Guang Realm cultivator.