After checking Yang Jie's drop panel, Feng Yun showed no interest and ignored Yang Jie's provocations, turning away.
He planned to inspect other Xingyao Academy students' drop panels for valuable loot.
Yang Jie, anger flashing in his eyes, felt slighted. Though at the bottom in Xingyao Academy, his strength was enough to crush students from the four academies.
Being ignored by Feng Yun, a four-academy student, was unbearable.
"Kid, today you'll taste blood and learn respect for the strong!"
Yang Jie charged at Feng Yun, unleashing mastery-level 'Muscle-Splitting and Bone-Cracking Hand', aiming to cripple Feng Yun's limbs.
Before he got close, a black shadow shot from Feng Yun's body, forming a humanoid blade-like figure cutting toward Yang Jie.
"What is that?"
Too fast to react, Yang Jie punched instinctively.
The shadow twisted, dodged, and struck Yang Jie from another angle.
Caught off-guard, Yang Jie was hit hard, screamed, spat blood, and flew into the bushes, unconscious.
Feng Yun didn't look back and continued deeper into the forest.
Meanwhile, outside Xingyao Academy's gates stood several figures of various ages—middle-aged and elderly.
They all exuded a powerful presence, motionless even as the breeze blew their steel-like clothes.
They gazed at the forest, shaking their heads.
"This year's outer city four academies have declined. No decent students. Most couldn't withstand even one strike from our scholars."
"They used to last longer, but this batch is weak."
"Let's wait and see. Maybe a surprise or two."
"Each generation worse than the last—the quality of outer city academies is falling."
Elsewhere, Bai Tianchen, Yang Tian, and Mao Yunxue lay beaten, bruised, bleeding.
They had met intending to compete but encountered two Xingyao Academy students first.
They tried to defeat them before anything else but were instantly overwhelmed.
None could fight back despite all being senior preparatory Warriors!
A youth in blue clothing looked down at them, sneering:
"Though you're all senior preparatory Warriors, your combat experience is weak, Martial Techniques mediocre, and you only use 40-50% of your power."
Another tall, thin youth coldly laughed, "No matter if you were dragons or phoenixes in your old academies, here you bow to me."
"Alright, find the next batch. Don't let them take the lead—that's all credit."
The blue-clad youth urged.
"No need, I'm here."
A calm voice sounded.
The two Xingyao Academy students looked up to see a young handsome boy standing on a nearby tree trunk—only fourteen or fifteen.
"Feng Yun!?"
Bai Tianchen and the others were stunned.
The Xingyao Academy students' faces twisted after their defeat—they'd hidden like rats, yet someone stepped up.
Interesting.
They smiled mockingly.
Feng Yun projected the two students into the mirror:
[Projection Entity]: Wang Jun
[Age]: 18
[Realm]: Senior Preparatory Warrior
[Drops]: Second-rank Martial Techniques 'Stone-Splitting Palm', 'Cloud-Step', 'Shadowless Kick'...
[Projection Entity]: Chen Qingxiu
[Age]: 17
[Realm]: Senior Preparatory Warrior
[Drops]: Second-rank Martial Techniques 'Chaotic Wind Fist', 'Cun You Step', 'Stone-Shattering Palm'...
Feng Yun shook his head at the panels—neither interested him.
The two students approached with hunter-like expressions.
Just as they prepared to strike, Feng Yun softly said, "Shadow Split."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two black shadows burst from Feng Yun's body like hammers, hitting the two Xingyao Academy students hard.
Thud! Thud!
Wang Jun and Chen Qingxiu were sent flying, rolling and kneeling before Bai Tianchen and others, unconscious.
Bai Tianchen and his friends gaped, mouths wide enough to fit an egg.
One round—two Xingyao Academy students defeated.
This was terrifying!
They had initially thought Xingyao's bottom students were easy prey but were utterly crushed.
The gap was frighteningly huge.
When they finally recovered, Feng Yun had vanished.
"Looks like we can't catch up to him..." Bai Tianchen muttered gloomily; the others looked similarly disheartened.
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