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As Si Ming walked toward the martial arts hall, he received many hostile stares. If yesterday the students of Sun Wu University were mostly curious and regarded him as a clown trying to make a name for himself, today they truly regarded him as a fierce person who dared to challenge the entire university.

Most noticeably, there was an increased presence of skilled individuals among them. After all, true masters are usually quite reserved and wouldn't rush to retaliate against an unknown junior for making a mockery. Doing so would be beneath their dignity. In fact, most people believed that Si Ming's challenge would end on the first day. However, he succeeded, not only hanging the banner in the center of the martial arts hall but also single-handedly repelling an attack by more than two hundred people. This is something not everyone can do, so they couldn't help but take him seriously.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the martial arts hall, they encountered Cheng Xin and Xin Jia again.

Cheng Xin raised her camera and made a cheering gesture. "Six more days, perseverance is victory!"

Xin Jia cautioned, "Be careful. Unlike yesterday, many experts have arrived today; they won't be easy to defeat."

Cheng Xin comforted him, "However, most experts are very concerned about their reputation and won't participate in a group attack, so you can rest assured about that."

Si Ming smiled and said, "I know, the real tough battle is about to begin."

He then put on a look of great alarm, after all, he was to play the role of a master with strength equivalent to the Early Spirit Transformation, so he had to put on an act. He could easily defeat the group of students from yesterday with ease, but against a top master below the Spirit Transformation, if he were to swat a ball with one palm, even a fool would see that something was wrong.

While still aiming for a crushing victory, it must be more skillful, at least making it seem like a technically sophisticated feat, rather than attributing defeat to a Foundation.

The martial arts hall was already packed with people. After news of yesterday's battle spread, the students of Sun Wu University finally realized that the broadcast the day before yesterday was not a farce, but a real declaration of challenge. So the word spread like wildfire, and almost every student who didn't have to attend classes came.

The vast majority of them were spectators. They certainly didn't think they had the ability to challenge a top martial artist who could easily defeat more than two hundred people. Besides wanting to watch the show, they also wanted to cheer for their companions. If an exchange student were to successfully set up a challenge for seven days, the top university in the Nation of Valor would lose all face. However, there were also some who genuinely wanted to challenge Si Ming and dampen his spirits.

The moment Si Ming stepped into the martial arts hall, the passageways on both sides immediately fell silent. The previously chattering crowd shut their mouths upon seeing him, focusing only on him. Wherever Si Ming went, the place became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Undoubtedly, this was a show of force, much like the axe-and-sword formation often seen in historical novels, where the general orders his elite soldiers to stand in two rows, holding axes and halberds facing inward, forcing visitors to pass through the sharp blades, thus achieving a deterrent effect—although in most cases, the visitors would show no fear and ignore the axe-and-sword formation to enter the tent and persuade the enemy general with their silver tongue.

It must be said that this method is actually very useful, especially for martial artists with profound Internal Cultivation. "Killing with the eyes" is not a joke. Concentrating one's energy and spirit into one's gaze is enough to bring tremendous pressure to a person. It is not impossible for a timid person to be scared to death on the spot.

If Si Ming's strength is truly only what he has shown, then we must indeed be on high alert and resist the invisible pressure, just as a tiger entering a pack of wolves must tremble with fear.

However, Si Ming was not a tiger; he was a Godzilla disguised as one. The gaze of the wolves was no different from the stare of a husky to him. The only challenge was to put a lot of thought into how to act as if he was nervous but pretending not to be.

Like a superstar in the spotlight, Si Ming arrived at the central training ground from yesterday. He glanced at the banner hanging in the air. The True Qi he had injected yesterday was completely used up, and the neon lights on it were no longer flashing. So he took to the air, gently slapped his palm, and once again poured True Qi into the energy storage pool.

"Welcome to the effeminate Military School led by Fu Feng to be humiliated!"

After the banner lit up, Si Ming keenly sensed that the killing intent surrounding him had intensified. However, several people showed signs of doubt and quickly looked away, probably feeling that they had been deceived, as the situation was different from the rumored challenge to the entire university.

"Only sissies talk big and use words; a real man's motto is 'fight!'" Si Ming stood in the center of the training ground, gesturing for the crowd to join in. "Enough talk, who wants to go first?"

"Me!" "I'll do it!" "Let me do it!" "Stop arguing, or I'll chop down whoever tries!"

Many people want to challenge him, but before witnessing Si Ming's strength firsthand, yesterday's achievements are nothing more than hearsay and praise among martial artists. No martial artist will be deterred from fighting because of this.

Finally, a burly man took advantage of his position and stepped onto the stage first. The others had no intention of attacking him, so they could only give up and remain around the stage, unwilling to disperse, intending to enter the ring after he was defeated.

Si Ming looked up and saw that the man was very sturdy, somewhat in line with the legendary image of a ruthless man who was "eight feet tall and had a waist of eight feet". He gave people a square impression, and his arms were thicker than the thighs of an average person. His muscles were bulging and full of power. His neck was also frighteningly thick, almost the same size as his head.

Achieving this look is no easy feat; it requires more than just external martial arts training—it demands exceptional talent as well.

"I am Jin Ganggang, the Mountain-Bearing Heavenly King. Please enlighten me."

Jin Ganggang had just assumed a wrestler's stance when he stomped his feet to the left and right, causing the entire ring to tremble twice. Then, his arms grew even larger, resembling the pincers of a crab of the same size, and one could feel the power contained within just by looking at them.

Jin Ganggang looked at Si Ming with a provocative gaze. He had heard that Si Ming had defeated Zong Yutong with just one palm yesterday. Although Zong Yutong's injuries had not yet healed, he was defeated so easily, which meant that his abilities in all aspects had been suppressed. In this university, he was recognized as the strongest person, one of the few martial artists who could suppress Zong Yutong head-on. Therefore, he couldn't wait to compete with Si Ming and see who was stronger.

However, Si Ming did not meet his gaze. Instead, he looked around as if searching for something in the audience. This arrogant attitude immediately enraged Jin Ganggang. He roared and pounced like an angry bull, his hands outstretched, grabbing at Si Ming's shoulders. His fingers were so strong that they could crush even a piece of steel into mud.

Si Ming had no intention of provoking his opponent by ignoring the Great Law. He was actually looking for an all-knowing commentator to understand his opponent, but it seemed that the audience was rather reserved today, and not a single person had spoken up, which greatly disappointed him.

A gust of wind swept towards him, Si Ming paid no attention. He stretched out his hands, sleeves attached, and twisted and turned them on his opponent's Neiguan acupoint.

Jin Ganggang suddenly felt his large hands slip out of his control, reaching over his head and slamming them hard against the back of his opponent's neck with a dull thud.

"You're so clumsy."

Before Jin Ganggang could react, Si Ming's body slammed into him like a knife, hitting him hard in the chest. In that instant, Jin Ganggang felt as if he had been hit head-on by a truck, his internal organs flipping over. His body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing into the wall, and then slowly sliding down it.

"Next." Si Ming said nonchalantly, as if he had done something insignificant.

Upon witnessing this, the quiet audience finally gasped in amazement.

"They really do hit people like they're hanging paintings; I thought yesterday's rumors were just bragging!"

"I can also hit someone like they're hanging a painting, but that only works on ordinary people. Against a physically strong martial artist like Jin Ganggang, it's a thousand times more difficult. This kid's control over his strength has probably reached an unbelievable level."

"Just from this one move, we know we were all wrong. This person isn't the brute force type of martial artist at all. The reason he fought so roughly yesterday was simply because his opponent was too weak to warrant him using his martial arts techniques."

But not everyone was in awe; a martial artist seized the opportunity to leap onto the arena.

"Wu Cloud-Entering Crane 'Soaring Wu Dongsheng,' has come to seek your guidance!"

Before Si Ming could react, Wu Dongsheng launched an attack. He clenched his right hand and pecked at Si Ming's left ribs like a crane's beak. This move seemed unremarkable, just an ordinary finger and palm technique, but in fact, it condensed invisible finger force into a cone shape, which could break through even the body's protective Gang Qi in one strike. It was specifically designed to deal with martial artists who practiced external martial arts.

Si Ming leaned slightly to the right, touched the ground with his toes and spun around, easily dodging the attack.

Wu Dongsheng sneered inwardly, "That's exactly what I was waiting for. You're going to dodge." He immediately changed his move mid-strike, twisting his hands like a windmill, using force to ensnare and block any space for evasion. At the same time, he used his palms in a ring, twisting and turning to meet Si Ming's hands.

"You know perfectly well that I possess martial arts skills that allow me to hone my physical abilities, yet you resort to this tactic. Isn't that laughable?"

Ignoring the swirling force of the windmill, Si Ming forcefully pushed it aside with his body, then unleashed the footwork of the Dunjia Heavenly Movement. He didn't move fast, but each step perfectly avoided his opponent's attacks.

Wu Dongsheng's moves were swift and fierce, but each strike missed its mark. Si Ming was only a step away from him, but that step seemed as far away as the ends of the earth.

When his palm strike was exhausted, Si Ming seized the opportunity to step forward, close in, and leaned in with his shoulder. With a burst of powerful energy, Wu Dongsheng lost control of his body, flew backward, crashed into the wall, and slid down limply.

"Next." Si Ming made the same gesture.