Liu Mutian, wielding the Body Refining Cultivation Art, stepped forward and immediately radiated immense pressure.
Feng Yuxu stood at the door, feeling the overwhelming force that nearly knocked him off his feet, his face filled with shock.
He hadn't expected Liu Mutian to be this powerful.
As a senior preparatory Warrior with a Body Refining Cultivation Art, his combat strength was undoubtedly formidable.
He inwardly cursed.
Though Feng Yun's Talent was impressive—reaching senior preparatory Warrior at such a young age—he was still too young and likely had not mastered many Martial Techniques.
Even if he had, he wouldn't have advanced far, since reaching this level at such an age usually meant focusing all efforts on cultivating Realm, with little time left for Martial Techniques.
However, reality was completely different.
As Liu Mutian charged, Feng Yun stepped forward, golden light flickering faintly on his skin.
At that instant, Feng Yuxu seemed to see Feng Yun enveloped by a golden bell.
"A mastery-level Golden Bell Art!?" he gasped, feeling as if dreaming.
Feng Yun threw a punch; golden vitality surged and enveloped his fist like a battering ram.
Bam!
Liu Mutian screamed in pain and was sent flying backward like an iron tower toppled.
His right arm was twisted unnaturally—clearly broken.
But it wasn't over.
Feng Yun vanished and reappeared behind Liu Mutian in a blink, silently placing his right hand on the back of Liu Mutian's head and pressing down.
Boom!
Liu Mutian's massive body slammed onto the ground, shattering the earth with dense cracks as blood flowed from beneath.
Just one confrontation—one exchange—and Liu Mutian was defeated!
The scene was too fast for the society members to react; they stood dumbfounded.
Feng Yuxu was similarly stunned.
"P-pity! Spare me!"
A muffled voice came from the ground; Liu Mutian had lost all arrogance and was filled with terror.
He couldn't believe that a teenage boy had shattered his mastery cultivation in one strike—was this still human?!
Crack!
Feng Yun's face was cold. Without a word, he grasped Liu Mutian's neck, exerting force with five fingers—breaking his cervical vertebrae.
Liu Mutian died on the spot.
Feng Yun clapped casually as if nothing happened, then walked out.
At the door, he woke the still-shocked Feng Yuxu.
"It's done. The rest is up to you."
Saying this, he left, leaving the stunned members behind.
"Feng Yun... how can he be this insane?"
Staring at Liu Mutian's lifeless body, Feng Yuxu swallowed hard, overwhelmed by shock.
Leaving the Black Axe Society, Feng Yun returned quietly.
This was just a brief episode.
He fully appreciated the advantage of great power. To Feng Yuxu, the society was a terrifying behemoth, inducing utter despair.
But to Feng Yun, it was merely a disorganized mob, unworthy of him using his full strength.
This was the difference between strong and weak.
Back home, Feng Yun received an email from the school—a notification about the Four Schools Joint Examination.
He had heard of it: the Hailan Martial Arts Academy, Wanhuang Martial Arts Academy, Cangyun Martial Arts Academy, and Moze Martial Arts Academy.
These four were peripheral colleges of Xingyao Academy, tasked with selecting the best talents from the outer city for Xingyao Academy.
The Four Schools Joint Examination was essentially the selection test for Xingyao Academy.
To enter Xingyao Academy, one must either become a Warrior or pass this joint exam—these were the only paths.
The exam was two months away.
"Seems the Principal gave me the Third-rank Alchemy Pill to help me perform well..."
Hailan Martial Arts Academy had consistently ranked lowest among the four, risking reduced resources.
The Principal was determined not to let that continue and hoped Feng Yun, as a dark horse, would shine.
His only requirement was that Feng Yun not come in last.
"To win a spot in Xingyao Academy, I will participate."
Feng Yun murmured, knowing that entering the inner city early would let him encounter true geniuses, project them, and gain their resources and Talents to improve faster.
Soon after, Feng Yuxu returned.
He sneaked into the Welfare Institute and entered Feng Yun's room, appearing somewhat nervous and avoiding eye contact.
"Sit. Is everything resolved?"
Feng Yun pulled out a chair and gestured.
Feng Yuxu sat, relaxing somewhat. "Yes, it's resolved. I took over the society. I hope you don't blame me."
At the last words, he grew tense again.
Feng Yun shook his head. "It's your choice, not mine. But remember, your own strength is fundamental. External forces are useful but must not be overly relied upon."
"I understand."
Feng Yuxu nodded, having witnessed real power today—a single person destroying a society, and Feng Yun could massacre an entire gang if he wished.
"Go, and take good care of the Welfare Institute."
Feng Yun's actions were not revenge but to remove the threat, ensuring Sister Xiaolan and the Welfare Institute's safety.
"Don't worry. I'll protect everyone with my life."
Feng Yuxu promised.
He stayed until late and left quietly.
Feng Yun looked at the night sky and chose not to sleep, continuing Projection challenges and training in his room.
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