High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

If it were an ordinary cultivator at the Yao Guang Realm, they might not necessarily be a match for Huang Mao.

But the blond-haired man is not facing an ordinary Yao Guang Realm expert.

It was Feng Yi.

Moreover, even if the two were at the same cultivation level, he might not be able to defeat Feng Yi.

Not to mention that Feng Yi has now surpassed him by a whole realm.

Seeing that Feng Yi didn't draw his sword, he was immediately enraged.

"Draw your sword!"

"You are too weak to deserve my sword."

Feng Yi shook his head and said calmly.

That calm tone was like a sharp knife piercing deep into Huang Mao's heart.

He was arrogant; in his mind, no one his age was better than him.

After learning that he was not the top scorer in the college entrance examination, he believed that Feng Yi had stolen his place.

However, he did not think he was weaker than Feng Yi; he just thought Feng Yi was lucky.

From then on, Huang Mao planned to trample Feng Yi underfoot in front of everyone.

He wanted to prove to the world that he was the strongest person.

But now that the two are dueling, Feng Yi not only refuses to draw his sword, but also says that he is not worthy of Feng Yi drawing his sword.

His eyes suddenly turned blood red.

Reason vanished from my mind in that instant.

The red light emanating from the blond-haired man grew stronger and stronger, and Feng Yi could also faintly see wisps of black mist rising from his body.

His aura became incredibly strange, and his strength increased significantly.

In just a short while, Huang Mao's strength reached the Yao Guang Realm, and it continues to grow.

"What the hell?"

Just as Feng Yi was feeling curious, Huang Mao suddenly looked up.

His pupils turned blood red, and his face was covered with clearly visible veins.

At this point, the blond-haired man had become like a demon, no longer human.

Faced with such a strange blond-haired man, Feng Yi dared not be careless.

After forcing the blond-haired man back with a kick, he drew his Snow-Condensing Sword.

His aura transformed at that moment, like a divine sword being drawn from its sheath; those around him felt a stinging sensation as they looked at him.

"Wow, those two are too strong."

"What's wrong with Ying Yaoyang? How did he become like this?"

"I heard that's his special ability."

"What kind of superpower has made him look neither human nor ghost? If you didn't know, you would think he was a transformed monster."

"That guy on the other side is really strong. I can feel the sword intent emanating from him even from that far away."

"Could he be a student of the white-robed swordsman from Tsinghua and Peking University across the street?"

"It's possible. Anyway, he couldn't possibly be from our Kyoto Academy. Someone that strong couldn't be an unknown."

After being forced back, the blond-haired man's expression gradually turned crazed.

"ah!!!"

He looked up to the sky and roared, letting out a piercing howl that spread outwards in waves.

The glass in the basketball court shattered at that moment.

Everyone outside the building felt as if their eardrums were about to burst and quickly covered their ears.

Some of the weaker freshmen were already bleeding from both ears.

Feng Yi, who was closest to Huang Mao, also felt a sharp pain in his ears from the shock.

If he hadn't mastered the Body Refining Technique to a minor degree, making his body different from before, he would probably be like those people around him right now.

In the dean's office at Kyoto Academy, a middle-aged man suddenly looked up.

His expression changed, and he rushed out of the office while dialing a phone number.

He said anxiously the moment the call connected.

"Quickly notify the winners, that little madman has gone mad."

After saying that, he rushed towards the indoor basketball court at top speed.

After the blond-haired man stopped screaming, he let out a sinister laugh.

Then his figure disappeared from the spot.

Feng Yi's eyes narrowed, somewhat surprised.

"So fast?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sword with an eerie red glow descended from the sky, its imposing aura overwhelming.

Feng Yi was prepared and dodged the sword by slightly turning his body.

The sword struck the ground, instantly creating a deep gash.

Having missed with his first strike, the blond-haired man slashed upwards at Feng Yi with another sword.

However, he still failed to hit Feng Yi due to his unpredictable movements.

Instead, he was slashed back dozens of steps by Feng Yi's sword.

The blond-haired man stared intently at Feng Yi with his blood-red eyes, then wiped the blade of his sword with his hand.

Blood flowed out and smeared on the sword.

The sword in his hand was now completely covered by a blood-red light, while the blond-haired man's face turned deathly pale in that instant.

"Nourishing the sword with blood?"

This was the first time Feng Yi had encountered such a situation; it was clear that the blond-haired man was about to unleash a powerful attack.

The blond-haired man released his grip on the sword, but the sword, covered in blood-red light, floated steadily in mid-air.

The blond-haired man stretched out his index and middle fingers and put them together, then began to mutter something under his breath.

The voice was sinister, like the whisper of a demon, or some kind of incantation. Everyone tried to listen but found they couldn't make it out at all.

As the incantation was uttered, the sword in front of him burst forth with a dazzling, bewitching blood-red light.

A strange aura was slowly rising from the sword.

Although Feng Yi couldn't understand what Huang Mao's ultimate move was, he could now sense the dangerous aura emanating from that sword.

He trusted his intuition, so he wasn't prepared to sit idly by and wait for his doom.

He slowly closed his eyes, emptying his mind.

Then sheathed her sword and gathered her strength.

"Tai Chi Swordplay!"

A phantom image of a long sword appeared above Feng Yi's head, with the Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram at the hilt slowly rotating.

The power of the stars within a hundred meters radius converged into the longsword phantom as the Tai Chi Yin Yang diagram rotated.

Meanwhile, the star power within Feng Yi's body was frantically poured into the Ningxue Sword.

The phantom became increasingly solid, and was about to transform into a real sword.

Now, both Huang Mao's blood-red longsword and Feng Yi's longsword phantom exude a powerful aura.

The onlookers instinctively stepped back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

At this time, the instructors from Kyoto Academy also rushed here upon hearing the news.

Looking at the two boys in the basketball court, both of them showed expressions of shock.

I sensed an aura emanating from both of them that far surpassed my own.

At that moment, they forgot to stop the two of them, each wanting to see who was stronger.

"Soul Devourer!"

As the yellow-haired man's hoarse yet sharp voice rang out, the blood-red longsword shot towards Feng Yi.

The surrounding space distorted, as if it could not withstand the energy of the blood-red longsword.

There was no sign of tension in Feng Yi's eyes; his expression was calm and composed.

"cut!"

Feng Yi thrust his sword forward, and the phantom of the long sword above his head followed suit.

As the phantom of the longsword moved, the surrounding space collapsed.

However, it was quickly repaired.

The tips of the two swords collided.

A powerful surge of energy erupted from the tips of the two swords.

The dazzling light instantly engulfed the indoor basketball court.

The faculty members outside all secretly realized something was wrong.

Then, they quickly set up a barrier to block the aftershocks of the explosion.

At that moment, the middle-aged man arrived.