Eight Extremes of High Arts

"Just lucky, just lucky."

Mo Fan gave a humble smile and cupped his hands towards the four children who had left. Then he called out, "Next group, hurry up! I want to finish early and go rest."

In the backstage area, Hai Dafu and the others looked on with mixed emotions. On one hand, Mo Fan's summoned beast was far stronger than they had anticipated. On the other hand, they might actually achieve the goal of defending the arena against one hundred opponents.

The Little Golden Ape eliminated the first group of four without breaking a sweat. At a standard of four people per group, the Little Golden Ape only needed to defeat twenty-five groups.

Although the Little Golden Ape appeared fierce, it was only the first match. Many people didn't feel there was a significant gap between themselves and Mo Fan. After all, everyone who could get into Pearl Institute was a genius from across the country.

Soon, five more people took the stage. Due to coordination, the team composition was set at five people, meaning the largest team to enter the arena would be five.

This group's teamwork was much better: Water Element for protection, Fire Element for offense, and Wind Element to draw aggro.

Even though the results were minimal, the five-person team didn't think so. They believed that with a little more effort, they could defeat the Little Golden Ape.

But in reality, their magic couldn't even break through the Little Golden Ape's protective Golden Radiance. After all, Luo Song's Intermediate Level magic couldn't do it, so their Beginner Level magic certainly couldn't.

"I thought this summoned beast was supposed to be powerful, but it's just a stupid monkey. I don't know how the first group lost, were they pigs?"

"I don't think it's that simple. That summoned beast took so many magic attacks, but it didn't have a single scratch on it!"

"You're right. And that guy named Mo Fan isn't worried at all, his expression hasn't changed."

"I can only say you're thinking too shallowly, too shallowly! Your thought processes are all too shallow!"

"Little Golden Ape, stop playing around and hurry up!" Mo Fan glanced at his watch. It had been ten minutes; any more stalling would be excessive.

Hearing Mo Fan's words, the Little Golden Ape stopped toying with these children and slowly adopted a fighting stance!

It was the Eight Extremes of High Arts from the technology dimension!

The magic dimension had no ancient martial arts, only some ancient cultivation methods. Each dimension had its own focus.

Although in his previous life, after achieving fame, he met Old Man Ying, who said the technology dimension was just a dream, Mo Fan leaned more towards the idea that the two dimensions had undergone quantum entanglement.

After all, if something as fantastical as magic could happen, why couldn't something as scientific as the technology dimension exist?

After having children, Mo Fan used a Great Spatial Forbidden Curse to open a door and found a technology dimension, though it wasn't his original one.

In that dimension, there were indeed Chinese martial arts and high arts. While they didn't offer a direct improvement to him as a Magic God, they had a subtle influence on Mo Fan's cultivation.

The Eight Extremes of High Arts was taught by Mo Fan to the Little Golden Ape. Of course, the Little Golden Ape couldn't understand the mental cultivation techniques, so it could only learn the stances and breathing methods!

As the Little Golden Ape assumed its stance, it stomped the ground, causing the entire iron cage to shake. The Eight Extremes style itself was characterized by wide, powerful movements, integrating the entire body's strength to unleash even greater force.

With that single stomp, the five-person team's legs went numb. Who would have thought the Little Golden Ape had such a hidden move? Looking at its muscles, coiled like dragons, one kick would leave them crippled, if not dead!

What was the point of continuing this? They bailed.

The five-person team immediately surrendered.

"Holy crap, did I see that right? That monkey's stomp just now made the entire fighting cage shake?"

"Yes, you saw correctly. I saw it too."

"Then what's the point of fighting? Their one kick has already ended the match."

The second match, after the Little Golden Ape revealed its true strength, everyone else was stunned. Was this really a Servant-level Demonic Beast? Why was it so strong?

Mo Fan shook his head slightly at the crowd's comments. They had truly been too protected by their ivory towers. Although the Buddha-Demon Ape was strong, it couldn't compare to a Titan Cub or a True Dragon Cub.

High-blooded species would display powerful potential after leaving infancy. A young Titan would be three meters or even five meters tall, more than capable of dealing with a dozen adult One-Eyed Magic Wolves.

Several more groups took the stage, but they were all ruthlessly defeated by the Little Golden Ape.

In an instant, the Little Golden Ape's divine might was established, at least at the Beginner Level. So far, no Intermediate Level Mages had stepped forward.

The number of people defeated by the Little Golden Ape reached a terrifying 65. After this, no one else dared to step forward; no one wanted to get beaten up.

Although the Little Golden Ape controlled its strength, it still hurt to get hit. They went up full of ambition and came down dejected. Wasn't that just asking to be humiliated?

Mo Fan looked innocently at Dean Xiao and said, "Dean Xiao, no one else is coming up. What should we do?"

Dean Xiao was also greatly shocked. Although he had heard of the Buddha-Demon Ape's reputation, he hadn't expected it to be so formidable, having crushed the confidence of this year's new students.

"This..."

Dean Xiao was also at a loss.

Mo Fan smiled and said, "Dean Xiao, I have an idea."

Dean Xiao leaned closer, and as he listened, his eyes grew brighter.

Ten minutes later, still no one had come onto the stage. Mo Fan lost his patience. He used a little magic trick to amplify his voice several times and said, "Students must be tired of waiting. I heard that all of you students went through the 'thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge' to get into the Magic College Entrance Exam. It's different for me; I didn't take the Magic College Entrance Exam—"

When the other students heard that Mo Fan hadn't taken the Magic College Entrance Exam, they assumed he had gotten in through the back door, and their expressions instantly improved.

Because they had found something they were better at than Mo Fan!

But Mo Fan's tone shifted, "I was admitted through special recruitment. Here, I'd like to thank a student named Luo Song. He made my achievement possible!"

"Damn it, I knew this bastard wouldn't say anything good." Zhao Manyan seemed to have predicted this, as he had long realized Mo Fan wasn't an honest kid.

"Holy crap, why is he bringing me up for no reason?"

Luo Song was dumbfounded. He hadn't done anything, so why was he being dissed?

Mo Fan's speech continued, "I've long heard that Pearl Institute is full of hidden talents. There must be Mages who have reached the Intermediate Level among you. Let's stop waiting. Let's settle this in one match. This round, let the Intermediate Level Mages step forward."

"I win, and the 100-person quota is met; I lose, and I step down, letting other students take the stage."

Mo Fan said with a smile.

The audience seats were deathly silent. They had been completely subdued by the Little Golden Ape today. In their eyes, it was a sure thing that the Summoning Element would meet its quota.

But they hadn't expected that no one would come forward to compete now, and the matter had been dragging on. To their surprise, Mo Fan had actually proposed a challenge to an Intermediate Mage at this moment!

"Arrogant, truly too arrogant. Does he think Intermediate Mages are common as cabbage by the roadside?"

"He's indeed too presumptuous, actually wanting to challenge an Intermediate Mage!"

"You're yapping so loudly, are you an Intermediate Mage?"

"No, I'm not."

"If you're not, then why the hell are you talking!!"

Mo Fan scanned the crowd, paying special attention to an "old enemy" from his previous life, and said, "Everyone, what do you think of my suggestion?"