High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

"Okay." Feng Yi nodded, and after taking a step forward, he turned back and pointed at the fat man, saying something.

"Spatial confinement!"

The fat man instantly felt himself being restrained and unable to move.

I tried to speak but found that I couldn't open my mouth at all, and I couldn't even blink.

He could only stare resentfully at Feng Yi's retreating figure.

He thought to himself, "You win."

Although what he was thinking just now was that he would take the opportunity to slip away after Feng Yi went on stage.

Since he's already been eliminated, all he can do now is stand here and watch.

But little did he know that Feng Yi had already seen through his little scheme.

They're such good brothers, their teamwork is incredible.

Because the restraint of the fat man caused a little delay, by the time Feng Yi went on stage, his opponent Deng Zixuan was already standing on the stage.

However, Deng Zixuan looked at Feng Yi with the eyes of someone looking at an enemy.

Seeing Feng Yi go on stage, he said in a sarcastic tone.

"No wonder he's the top scorer in the college entrance exam, he's got such a big attitude, he even makes people wait for him when he goes on stage."

Feng Yi was completely baffled, wondering where this idiot had come from.

Just because I went on stage a second or two later than him, does that make me arrogant?

Isn't this just deliberately picking a fight?

"Can we begin?"

Feng Yi was only thinking about finishing quickly so he could ask Fatty about his relationship with Ying Yufei.

It wasn't that he disrespected his opponents or the competition, but rather that he felt he had little interest in fighting a group of Star Forging Realm cultivators and those who had just broken through to the Yao Guang Realm.

Anyway, no one can beat him.

But Deng Zixuan on the other side gave a slow, cold laugh and continued to speak sarcastically.

"Now you're in a hurry again? You were the one who arrived late, and now you're the one rushing to start. You really have a big ego. Do you think that just because you got the top score in the college entrance exam, you can do whatever you want and everyone has to cater to you?"

Feng Yi took a deep breath, really not wanting to listen to his nonsense anymore.

Start the countdown.

"three."

"two."

Deng Zixuan, who was opposite Feng Yi, ignored Feng Yi's countdown and continued to speak.

"Let me tell you, Feng Yi, I, Deng Zixuan, will not tolerate your bad habits. Don't think you're so great just because you have a little talent..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yi's countdown had already ended.

Then Feng Yi suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Upon witnessing Feng Yi's earlier attack, Deng Zixuan's expression instantly changed drastically.

He inwardly cursed Feng Yi for his lack of martial ethics, attacking before he had even finished speaking.

He instinctively tried to back away, but found that Feng Yi had somehow appeared behind him.

Then a piercing pain shot through my back.

His body was also unable to stop flying forward.

Feng Yi's figure disappeared from the spot again, and he teleported to the front of Deng Zixuan.

Under Deng Zixuan's terrified gaze, Feng Yi kicked out.

His body, which had just flown over, was kicked away again.

Then Feng Yi's figure disappeared once again.

Below the stage, everyone's eyes kept shifting from side to side.

Deng Zixuan's body kept flying back and forth in mid-air without stopping.

Everyone was secretly laughing to themselves.

Well deserved.

You like to show off, huh?

Now it's all good. Although I haven't reached the Heavenly level yet, I have already obtained the power of flight that only Heavenly level experts possess.

Well done, Deng Zixuan.

Feng Yi controlled his strength perfectly, not enough to kill Deng Zixuan, but every punch and kick made him feel pain.

After his anger subsided considerably, Feng Yi finally stopped.

Deng Zixuan's body finally fell to the ground after crashing into the light screen surrounding the arena.

At this point, he had lost his initial high spirits and was rolling and groaning on the ground like a dead dog.

He feels pain all over his body, as if his body is about to fall apart.

"Should we admit defeat?"

Feng Yi walked up to him and looked down at him.

A hint of humiliation flashed in his eyes, then he turned to look at the group of mentors and academy executives in front of him, and said in a tearful voice.

"Mentors, I disagree. He lacked sportsmanship and attacked before the match even started. I request that he be disqualified from the competition."

Upon hearing Deng Zixuan's words, all the academy's instructors and senior members were stunned.

What is the reason for this?

If you have to say "start" before you can act, what happens when you graduate and go to the Starry Sky Battlefield or join the Zhenxing Division? Are you going to have to say "start" before the enemy will attack you?

What else could this be but insanity?

The faculty and senior management rolled their eyes and ignored his unreasonable demands.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Deng Zixuan felt an unprecedented sense of grievance welling up in his heart, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

Then she burst into tears.

"This competition is rigged! You all side with Feng Yi because you think he's more talented, and you're even turning a blind eye to his breaking the rules. I'm going to report you to the principal, and I'm going to report you to the Ministry of Education of China!"

Everyone, including Feng Yi, was stunned.

If you're not a good friend, why can't you accept defeat?

Hearing the loud crying of a grown man beside him, Feng Yi could no longer bear it and kicked him in the back of the neck.

The whole world fell silent.

Instead of blaming Feng Yi, the senior members of the academy gave him a thumbs up.

Feng Yi stepped down from the dueling platform, while Deng Zixuan was carried off by the school doctor who had been waiting for a long time.

Deng Zixuan had no idea that he was about to become famous.

He will soon earn the title of "giant baby," a name known to everyone at Tsinghua and Peking University, from freshmen to seniors, including the faculty members.

Over the years of the academy competition, there have been those who silently shed tears of regret at their defeat, and those who, despite their best efforts, ultimately could not defeat their arch-rivals and shed tears as well.

Deng Zixuan was the first student to be brought to tears by his opponent, and then angrily berated the observing mentors and senior academy officials.

His classic quote, "I haven't even started yet, why are you already making your move?" has become a popular meme.

After Feng Yi returned to Fatty's side, he released the spatial confinement.

He squinted and threatened in a low voice.

"You don't want to experience the same treatment that idiot just got, do you?"

The fat man shook his head resentfully, then spoke up.

"Just last week, Ying Yufei took the initiative to ask me out for dinner."

"what?"

Feng Yi was somewhat surprised, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears and he had misheard.

"Dude, are you sure you didn't get it backwards? She asked you out to dinner?"

Suppressing his anger, the fat man, knowing he couldn't beat Feng Yi, patiently spoke.

"No, she was the one who asked me out. Her dad is mainly in charge of managing the business at Winners. Recently, my husband has come up with something great."

The winners heard the news and wanted to collaborate with my family, so she wanted me to help arrange a meeting with my dad to discuss business.

Feng Yi nodded after listening to what the fat man said.

"That's a reasonable reason. So what did she promise you?"

The fat man's expression became awkward again.

However, noticing Feng Yi's slightly threatening smile, he could only grit his teeth and say it in the end.

I confessed my feelings to her.