Eight Extremes of High Arts

"Just lucky, just lucky."

Mo Fan smiled modestly and cupped his hands toward the four students leaving the arena. Then he shouted, "Next group, hurry up! Let me finish early so I can get down there and rest!"

Backstage, Hai Dafu and the others wore complicated expressions. On one hand, Mo Fan's summoned beast was far stronger than they had expected. On the other, they might actually achieve their goal of defending the arena against a hundred people.

Little Golden Ape had effortlessly eliminated the first group of four. At the standard of four people per group, it only needed to defeat twenty-five groups.

Although Little Golden Ape had performed fiercely, this was only the first match. Many people did not think the gap between themselves and Mo Fan was that great. After all, anyone who had entered Pearl Institute was a genius from somewhere in the country.

Soon, another five people stepped onto the stage. Because of the need for coordination, the team size had been set at five, meaning no more than five people could challenge at once.

This group worked together much better. Water Element for protection, Fire Element for attacks, Wind Element to draw aggro.

Although their efforts had achieved very little, the five-person group did not see it that way. They believed that if they just tried a little harder, they could defeat Little Golden Ape.

In reality, however, their magic could not even break Little Golden Ape's protective golden glow. Even Luo Song's Intermediate Magic had failed back then, so their Basic Magic stood even less of a chance.

"I thought this summoned beast was supposed to be amazing. It's just a stupid monkey. How did the first group even lose? Were they pigs?"

"I don't think it's that simple. That summoned beast took so many magical attacks, yet it doesn't have a single scratch!"

"You're right, and that guy Mo Fan doesn't look worried at all. His expression hasn't changed."

"I can only say this: shallow, so shallow. Your thinking is all far too shallow!"

"Little Golden Ape, stop playing around. Hurry it up!" Mo Fan checked the time. Ten minutes had already passed. Dragging out the act any longer would be too much.

Hearing Mo Fan's words, Little Golden Ape stopped toying with the students and slowly assumed a fighting stance.

It was the Eight Extremes of High Arts from the technological plane!

The Magic Plane had no ancient martial arts, only certain ancient methods. Every plane had its own focus.

Although Mo Fan had met Old Man Ying again after making a name for himself in his previous life, and Old Man Ying had claimed that the technological plane was merely a dream, Mo Fan was more inclined to believe that the two planes had undergone quantum entanglement.

After all, if something as fantastical as magic could exist, why could something as scientific as the technological plane not exist?

After having children, Mo Fan had used the Great Spatial Forbidden Curse to open a door and find a technological plane, though it was not his original one.

That plane possessed national martial arts and high arts. While they offered no direct improvement to someone at the level of a Magic God, they had still subtly influenced Mo Fan's realm.

Mo Fan had taught the Eight Extremes of High Arts to Little Golden Ape. Of course, Little Golden Ape could not understand the mental cultivation method and could only learn the fighting stance and breathing techniques!

After assuming its stance, Little Golden Ape stomped the ground with one foot, making the entire iron cage tremble. Eight Extremes was inherently broad and forceful, integrating the strength of the entire body before releasing even greater power.

That single stomp made the five-person group's feet go numb. Who could have expected Little Golden Ape to have such a move hidden away? Looking at its muscles, coiled around its body like horned dragons, one kick from it would leave them dead or crippled!

How the hell were they supposed to keep playing? Time to run, time to run.

The five-person group surrendered immediately.

"Holy shit, did I see that right? That monkey stomped once, and the entire beast-fighting iron cage shook?"

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

"How are we supposed to fight that? One kick from it and we'll be dining at our own funeral."

After Little Golden Ape revealed its true strength in the second match, everyone was dumbfounded. Was this really a Servant-level demon beast? Why was it so strong?

Mo Fan shook his head slightly at their words. They had truly been protected too well by their ivory tower. The Buddha-Demon Ape might be strong, but it was still incomparable to a Titan Cub or a True Dragon Cub.

High-bloodline creatures displayed enormous potential after leaving infancy. A juvenile Titan could stand three or even five meters tall and could easily deal with more than a dozen Adult Stage One-Eyed Magic Wolves.

Several more groups came up one after another, but Little Golden Ape defeated every one of them mercilessly.

For a time, Little Golden Ape's divine might was firmly established. At the very least, it stood at the top of the Basic level. So far, not a single Intermediate Mage had stepped forward.

The number of people Little Golden Ape had defeated had reached a terrifying sixty-five. After that, no one chose to come forward anymore. Nobody wanted to get beaten up.

Although Little Golden Ape had controlled its strength, getting hit in the face still hurt. They went up full of ambition and came back down looking battered and miserable. Wasn't that just volunteering to be slapped in the face?

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

Dean Xiao was deeply shocked as well. He had heard of the Buddha-Demon Ape's reputation, but he had never expected it to be this formidable. It had actually crushed the confidence of this year's freshmen.

"This..."

Dean Xiao had no idea either.

Mo Fan said with a smile, "Dean Xiao, I do have an idea."

Dean Xiao leaned closer, and the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became.

Ten minutes passed, yet no one had come onto the stage. Mo Fan had run out of patience. Using a small magical trick to amplify his voice several times over, he said, "Students, you must all be tired of waiting. I heard that everyone here fought through the Magic College Entrance Exam, crossing a single-plank bridge amid thousands of troops to enter Pearl Institute. I'm different. I didn't take the Magic College Entrance Exam—"

When the other students heard that Mo Fan had not taken the Magic College Entrance Exam, they assumed he had entered through the back door, and their expressions immediately improved.

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

But Mo Fan abruptly changed his tone. "I entered through special admission. I'd like to thank a student named Luo Song here. He was the one who made me what I am!"

"Damn it, I knew this bastard wouldn't say anything nice." Zhao Manyan seemed to have expected it, because he had long seen that Mo Fan was not an honest kid.

"Holy shit, why's he dragging me into this for no reason?"

Luo Song was completely confused. He had not done anything, so why was he getting dissed???

Mo Fan continued his speech. "I've long heard that Pearl Institute is filled with hidden talents. There must be mages here who have reached the Intermediate level, right? Let's stop waiting. One match to decide it all. This round, let an Intermediate Mage come up."

"If I win, the quota of one hundred will be complete. If I lose, I'll step down and let the other students come up."

Mo Fan said it with a grin.

The audience seats fell completely silent. Today, Little Golden Ape had thoroughly beaten them into submission. In their eyes, it was already certain that the Summoning Element would complete its quota.

But since no one was willing to go onstage, the matter had been dragged out. They had never expected Mo Fan to propose challenging an Intermediate Mage at this moment!

"Arrogant, truly arrogant! Does he think Intermediate Mages are cabbages growing by the roadside?"

"He really is too presumptuous. He actually wants to challenge an Intermediate Mage!"

"You're shouting so loudly. Are you an Intermediate Mage?"

"I'm not."

"If you're not, then what the hell are you talking about?!"

Mo Fan swept his gaze around, paying special attention to his "old enemies" from his previous life. "Everyone, what do you think of my suggestion?"