High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

Ma Qingqing clearly did not expect Jiang Liangchen to suddenly erupt.

His attempts to block were riddled with holes, and he was quickly injured.

The ancestral war scythe in Jiang Liangchen's hand moved with great force, and at this moment it transformed into a black whirlwind.

It swept towards Ma Qingqing.

Ma Qingqing's body flew backward, coughing up a large amount of blood.

At this moment, Jiang Liangchen's eyes were devoid of any emotion, and he no longer showed any pity for the woman.

He transformed into the Grim Reaper from hell and reaped Ma Qingqing's qualification for advancement.

Jiang Liangchen ultimately won.

When Feng Yi saw Jiang Liangchen walking over after his wounds had been treated at the school clinic, he smiled and joked.

"What happened to Young Master Jiang earlier? Why was he getting beaten up? Was he unable to bring himself to do it?"

Jiang Liangchen laughed and scolded.

"Get lost! I was just thinking that since she's a girl, I'd let her have a few moves first, so she wouldn't get punched by some pretty girls later."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi smiled. It seemed that Jiang Liangchen was genuinely afraid of those little fairies.

While the two were chatting, Luo Tian and He Mobai had already started fighting in the training ground.

He Mobai is also a senior student, and he is both famous and very capable.

Although Luo Tian was only a junior, one year younger than He Mobai, his strength was in no way inferior.

It could even subtly suppress He Mobai.

In the end, Luo Tian narrowly defeated He Mobai.

This gave those who had bet on Luo Tianneng to win against Feng Yi a glimmer of hope.

If Luo Tian can beat He Mobai, who seems stronger than him, he might also be able to beat Feng Yi, who also seems stronger than him.

Anything is possible.

Now we've reached the final battle of the second round.

The unlikely pairing of Feng Yi and Zhu Haitian is a classic case of sworn enemies meeting on a narrow road.

Everyone immediately perked up. This was the final battle of the second round, and also the battle that everyone was most looking forward to.

Of course, almost everyone already knew the outcome of this battle.

They still wanted to see, mainly to see how Zhu Haitian would be beaten by Feng Yi without the advantage of numbers.

Zhu Haitian and Feng Yi entered the trial field together.

He always wore a confident smile, and now, looking at Feng Yi opposite him, he couldn't help but utter some harsh words.

"Feng Yi, I've prepared another big gift for you today. Don't be too surprised."

"Ha!" Feng Yi sneered disdainfully.

"You said the same thing yesterday, and what happened?"

Upon hearing Feng Yi bring up yesterday's events again, Zhu Haitian instantly lost his composure, his previously confident smile vanishing.

His expression hardened, and he stared intently at Feng Yi, muttering through gritted teeth.

"I will remember the humiliation you gave me yesterday for the rest of my life. Today I will make you feel that way too."

Hearing Zhu Haitian's harsh words, Feng Yi remained unperturbed and said calmly.

"You brought this humiliation upon yourself, what does it have to do with me?"

Indeed, that's the case. If Zhu Haitian hadn't provoked Feng Yi in the first place and hadn't had his men gang up on Feng Yi, he wouldn't have ended up like a clown even if he had been eliminated.

He himself was the cause of everything that happened, so Feng Yi was indeed right.

However, Zhu Haitian had no idea about these things; he blamed all the humiliation he had suffered on Feng Yi.

In his mind, Feng Yi couldn't beat him, Feng Yi couldn't be that strong, and should be eliminated when faced with an attack from twenty people.

As the countdown in the void ended.

Zhu Haitian took out a short knife stained with unknown blood from his spatial ring.

Blood continued to drip from the dagger.

The blood fell onto the ground of the training ground, and thick black smoke immediately rose.

Everyone knows that this dagger is highly poisoned.

Feng Yi had assumed that Zhu Haitian had taken out the dagger to deal with him.

I was a little disappointed. After all that anticipation, this is what happened?

Surely they don't think they can eliminate themselves by using a short knife with a deadly poison.

Zhu Haitian must have lost his mind; this thing gave him a strange sense of confidence.

But the next second, Zhu Haitian used the poisoned dagger to cut his own hand.

His face turned deathly pale, and his expression showed extreme pain.

This scene completely stunned Feng Yi.

What kind of operation is this?

However, Feng Yi did not stop it or make any move; he simply stood there and watched the scene quietly.

Everyone outside the venue was stunned by Zhu Haitian's actions, and no one could understand what he was doing.

He started by cutting himself with a highly poisoned knife. Was he trying to force himself into a desperate situation?

Unleash your potential?

While the students couldn't understand what Zhu Haitian was doing, some of the instructors did see through his scheme.

An older-looking mentor stared at the dagger in Zhu Haitian's hand and muttered to himself.

"The blood on this knife is something else."

Before the other mentors could understand what he meant, Zhu Haitian on the screen suddenly knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, the veins in his arm turned black and continued to spread to other parts of his body.

Zhu Haitian trembled on the ground in pain, his face completely drained of color.

He looked like a dead person, and with all his blood vessels turned black, he looked incredibly eerie.

Zhu Haitian's appearance reminded Feng Yi of Ying Yaoyang's appearance back then.

The two men's faces looked somewhat similar at this moment, but Zhu Haitian's was a bit more strange, while Ying Yaoyang's only change was in the blood vessels on his face.

Zhu Haitian, however, underwent a complete transformation.

Gradually, Zhu Haitian's body stopped trembling, and he calmed down.

When he slowly raised his head, his eyes had turned completely black, as deep as an abyss.

Zhu Haitian's change startled some of the more timid people watching from the sidelines.

This doesn't look like a normal transformation at all; it looks more like some kind of evil magic.

Finally, one of the mentors recognized what Zhu Haitian was using.

"Could this be blood from a different race?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Hanshuang's expression turned extremely gloomy.

She stood up and said.

"How dare they use alien blood to enhance their strength! Shouldn't the competition be stopped immediately and this person arrested?"

As soon as she spoke, the fat woman, with whom she had a previous conflict, also stood up.

"What a joke! Which rule of the Grand Competition states that the use of alien blood is prohibited? Which law of China forbids the use of alien blood? Even the Zhenxing Division uses alien blood for research, so why is it forbidden in the Grand Competition?"

The fat woman and Zi Hanshuang were locked in a fierce confrontation, while the other instructors, as if used to it, remained silent and instead looked at Dean Ji Xing, who was sitting in the middle.

Ji Xing raised her eyelids and spoke slowly.

"Using alien blood doesn't violate any rules, and anything can happen on a real battlefield. Sit down and keep watching."

Upon hearing Ji Xing's words, the fat woman smiled smugly, then obediently sat down and looked at Zi Han Shuang with a provocative gaze.

Zi Hanshuang's chest heaved heavily, clearly indicating that she was quite angry.

However, unable to refute Ji Xing, he could only sit down.