High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

Upon seeing the middle-aged man, all the instructors at Kyoto Academy bowed respectfully.

"Dean."

The middle-aged man ignored the group of mentors and stared at the basketball court covered by blinding white light.

His face was grim, and he dashed straight into the basketball court.

The group was left looking at each other in bewilderment.

A moment later, a rumbling sound came from within the white light, as if something had collapsed.

Then the blinding white light dissipated, and the indoor basketball court was reduced to ruins.

In the center of the ruins, the middle-aged man floated in mid-air, his palm flashing with a ghostly blue starlight, creating a protective shield that protected Feng Yi, Wang Daoyuan, and the others.

The blond-haired man was now in his grasp. His clothes were tattered, and blood was constantly flowing from his mouth and nose. It was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

The instructors from Kyoto Academy rushed over to check on Wang Daoyuan and the dozen or so people who had been knocked to the ground earlier.

They were relieved to find that everyone was alright.

Then they all stared at Feng Yi with hostile expressions.

Those who can serve as mentors in the four major academies are at least at the peak of the Earth level.

Being stared at by more than a dozen peak Earth-level and Heaven-level experts in an instant would probably make an ordinary person's legs tremble.

Feng Yi, however, seemed indifferent. He put away the Ningxue Sword and prepared to leave.

Just as Feng Yi had taken two steps, he was stopped by two instructors at the Heavenly Realm.

"Get out of the way!"

Even knowing that the other party was a mentor and a Heaven-level cultivator, Feng Yi had no intention of giving them face and said coldly.

"You think you can just leave after causing trouble? Where do you think you are?"

The Kyoto Academy instructor who stopped Feng Yi looked at him with hostility.

A powerful aura emanated from him, instantly suppressing Feng Yi to the spot.

Faced with a Heaven-level cultivator, Feng Yi had no way to resist.

However, he still managed to utter a sarcastic remark with difficulty.

"So this is how Kyoto Academy behaves. Third-year students bully freshmen who just entered Tsinghua and Peking University. Now, even a Heaven-level instructor has no shame and attacks a student like me who just reached the Earth-level."

Upon hearing Feng Yi's words, the instructor from Kyoto Academy became somewhat annoyed and was about to teach Feng Yi a lesson for his rude remarks.

Then they heard the middle-aged man shout.

"Stop right there!"

The Kyoto Academy instructor reluctantly lowered his hand, and then heard the middle-aged man speak.

"Let him go."

He turned to look at the middle-aged man with an incredulous expression.

"Dean, are we just going to let him go like this?"

"Do you want Kyoto Academy to become a laughingstock?"

A middle-aged man's cold voice came through.

The instructors at Kyoto Academy had no choice but to suppress their aura as Heaven-level experts and make way for Feng Yi.

Feng Yi took a deep look at the mentor and memorized his face.

He has always been a man who seeks revenge. This old man bullies the weak because he thinks he is superior, so he will make him taste what it's like to be bullied by the strong.

Just as Feng Yi was about to leave, a group of people arrived. Their voices preceded their arrival.

"We can't let him leave!"

Feng Yi looked up and saw a woman walking towards him in a grand manner, followed by a group of bodyguards in black suits.

The woman passed by Feng Yi, glared at him fiercely, and then quickly ran to the dean of Kyoto Academy, taking the blond-haired boy from his hands.

Meanwhile, the group of bodyguards he brought surrounded Feng Yi.

The woman looked at the blond-haired boy's miserable state with heartache in her eyes. She tremblingly touched the boy's face, her voice trembling with sobs.

"Yaoyang'er, your aunt is here. Don't worry, your aunt will stand up for you. I will not let anyone who has hurt you get away with it."

It was only then that Feng Yi learned Huang Mao's name: Ying Yaoyang.

He thought the woman was his mother, but it turned out she was his aunt.

The dean of Kyoto Academy offered words of advice.

"Ms. Ying, it's normal for children to fight. We adults shouldn't get involved, or people will laugh at us."

But the woman was blinded by anger and wouldn't listen to him at all.

"Let's see who dares to laugh at me. This bastard beat my Yaoyang up like this. I won't be satisfied until I cripple him."

After speaking, the woman immediately gave orders to the group of bodyguards she had brought.

"Break his arms and legs first."

Upon hearing this, a group of bodyguards were about to make a move, each of them exuding a powerful aura.

At the very least, they are at the second level of the Earth Realm, the Kaiyang Realm, and several others are at the Yuheng Realm. None of them are at a lower level than Feng Yi.

"etc!"

Upon seeing this, the dean of Kyoto Academy quickly signaled to several instructors, who then stopped the bodyguards who were about to take action.

At that moment, he cursed the crazy woman and her ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.

Of all the winners, why did this unreasonable and reckless crazy woman have to come along?

Seeing that the dean of Kyoto Academy had his bodyguards stopped, the woman stared at him with unfriendly eyes and asked coldly.

"What, Dean Liu, are you trying to protect this bastard and make him an enemy of our Winners?"

The dean of Kyoto Academy shook his head, then leaned close to the woman and whispered something to her.

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman suddenly raised her head and stared intently at Feng Yi.

He asked through gritted teeth.

"So you're the bastard child born to that bitch Zi Ningxue?"

Feng Yi was already on the verge of exploding when the woman called him a bastard, and now that she was insulting his mother as a slut, he could no longer tolerate it.

"Bitch, I think your entire family are all scum and lowlifes. If your ancestors knew how foul-mouthed their descendants were, wouldn't they climb out of their coffins and slap you?"

Upon hearing Feng Yi's words, the woman was instantly enraged.

"You little bastard, if I don't tear your mouth apart today, I'll take your surname!"

Pooh!

Feng Yi spat on the ground disdainfully and gave the woman the middle finger.

"Get lost! You think you can take my surname? Wishful thinking! If you've got the guts, I'll kill your father today."

The woman's hair stood on end, and she roared furiously, disregarding her image.

"Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, her bodyguards ignored the Kyoto Academy instructors' attempts to stop them and rushed towards Feng Yi in the middle.

The instructors at Kyoto Academy were at a loss for what to do, and while trying to stop them, they looked at the dean of Kyoto Academy.

The dean of Kyoto Academy was also very anxious at this moment. Both sides were important figures, and neither side could afford to offend them.

All he could do was keep trying to persuade the woman from her side.

"Ms. Ying, don't be impulsive. This matter will become very serious if it gets out of hand. Please have someone stop, and we can sit down and discuss this properly."

But the woman's face was filled with murderous intent, so she wouldn't listen to him.

He could only grit his teeth and let out a roar.

"Stop it, all of you!"

An unparalleled aura erupted from him, suppressing everyone present to their feet.

Everyone felt a sense of oppression descending from the sky.