Super Genius!

Li Qingshan stood with his foot on the Feral Beast's head, his gaze lowered.

The moment the middle-aged man in the suit breathed his last, the skin on his corpse shriveled and wrinkled at a visible rate, as though some unseen entity were constantly devouring his flesh and blood.

Even the Feral Beast head beneath his foot was left with nothing but a patch of shriveled hide.

"The sacrifice is happening faster..."

Li Qingshan murmured softly, then his eyes suddenly narrowed.

A thin layer of blood mist seeped up from the floor, spreading into the air.

Li Qingshan abruptly looked up and swept his gaze around.

It was not just beneath his feet—the entire hall floor had already been covered in blood mist.

A faint bloody glow flickered within the fog. All the blood mist seemed alive as it surged and converged toward the arena at the center of the hall.

In barely a dozen seconds, a twisted mass of flesh three meters wide appeared at the center of the arena.

Every inch of the flesh squirmed as slick, fuzz-like tentacles drilled out and rapidly grew.

Bizarre, horrifying, sinister, grotesque...

Just one glance made Li Qingshan feel as though he had been contaminated.

Every hair on his body stood on end, and he could not stop trembling. This was suppression from a higher level of life itself!

Not only was his body restrained, even his mind was imprisoned.

Countless thoughts appeared out of nowhere in his mind, frantically pounding out the same message.

Stay where you are and await death!

"Why should I?!"

Li Qingshan's eyes widened in fury, veins bulging across his forehead.

He stared fixedly at the arena, gritted his teeth, and said one word at a time:

"What Blood-Flesh Demon God? You're just a monster. What makes you worthy?"

As soon as the words fell, his will became a blade that severed every intrusive thought.

His mind cleared, and strength once more surged through his rigid body.

Li Qingshan gradually suppressed his instinctive fear and reclaimed control of his body.

"Aren't you going to act yet?"

Li Qingshan watched the unmoving Cold Moon Flying Shuttle before slowly backing away.

No matter how the battle unfolded next, it was beyond anything he could take part in.

The flesh monster at the center of the arena seemed not to notice the resistance of a mere "ant." It simply continued devouring the blood mist and growing tentacles.

The surrounding crowd had long since been scared out of their wits. They lay limp on the ground, shivering uncontrollably.

As Li Qingshan retreated, he occasionally stepped on their bodies, yet not one cried out in pain or called for help.

Every one of them had been cowed by the monster, becoming lambs truly awaiting slaughter.

The blood mist grew thinner and thinner, nearly completely devoured.

At the center of the arena, the flesh monster had turned into a "crimson furball." Thousands of tentacles extended from every part of its body, twisting and stretching.

"Is the Patrol Bureau really going to ignore whether they live or die?"

Filled with doubt, Li Qingshan took another step back and crossed through the iron doors.

Then he turned and ran.

Buzz!

A piercing vibration rang out.

Li Qingshan halted and looked back.

Inside the hall, the blood mist had vanished. The flesh monster had fully taken shape, and countless tentacles shot outward in every direction.

Yet at the same time, the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle moved as well.

The three-meter-wide shuttle circled the hall at high speed, spinning like a frenzied meat grinder. Any crimson tentacle it touched was instantly severed.

It was not merely cutting them apart. As it spun, tiny lasers lit up across the shuttle, accurately striking the twisted tentacles on the floor and burning them to ash.

"So it really is a sci-fi weapon!"

Li Qingshan sighed softly as he turned around at an unhurried pace.

Now, there was no need to run.

The flesh monster looked terrifying, but under the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle's assault, it could not resist at all.

Besides, the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle was only a weapon. The actual Sky Patrol Mecha had yet to appear.

The outcome was exactly as Li Qingshan had expected.

In barely a dozen seconds, every crimson tentacle had been reduced to ash, leaving a layer of gray powder across the floor.

At the center of the arena,

the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle hovered above the flesh monster. A crimson glow lit up across its silver-white metal surface as a crescent-shaped laser beam descended.

Under the laser's radiance, the flesh monster had no power to resist and was instantly reduced to ash.

Even the arena beneath it melted under the laser, turning into a mass of scorching magma.

"Th-this... is the power of a Mecha?"

Li Qingshan clicked his tongue in amazement, his eyes gleaming.

According to the textbooks, Martial Artists and Mechas stood on equal footing.

Since the Sky Patrol Mecha possessed such destructive force, then one day, he would be able to achieve the same with his own body.

"I wonder how many years this flesh monster would have been worth?"

Li Qingshan glanced over the ashes floating atop the magma and shook his head regretfully.

This battle had been completely beyond his ability to join, much less steal the kill.

Just then,

Buzz!

The Cold Moon Flying Shuttle moved again, flying back toward the broken floor where it had been before.

A silver Mecha descended soundlessly from the sky.

Its metal body stood around 2.8 meters tall, light flowing across its entire frame.

As though sentient, the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle automatically circled around it, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"It looks so much like it!" Li Qingshan could not help exclaiming.

The scene before him reminded him of a similar scene from the movie The Legend of Zu Mountain from his previous life.

Gu Yue, incomparably beautiful!

"Like what?"

A cool female voice sounded beside him.

Li Qingshan snapped back to his senses. He looked around, then finally fixed his gaze on the hovering silver Mecha, whose metal mask faced directly toward him.

The Mecha pilot was a woman?

After a moment of surprise, Li Qingshan could only smile awkwardly.

How was he supposed to answer? He could not exactly say it looked like a movie he had watched in his previous life.

Fortunately, the Mecha pilot seemed to have asked casually. She had already turned to survey the entire hall.

In the end, her gaze paused over the remains of the middle-aged man in the suit before shifting to a pile of ashes before the iron doors.

This pile differed from the ashes scattered across the floor. Its color was lighter; it was what You Qingya had left behind after transforming.

Did she notice?

Li Qingshan frowned slightly. He did not think the Mecha pilot had merely observed it with her eyes. That Mecha surely possessed some unknown investigative methods.

Although the middle-aged man in the suit could be considered to have "died in a beast's jaws," Li Qingshan had stomped down on him right in front of the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle.

Remembering the scene of the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle displaying its might,

Li Qingshan crushed the last trace of luck in his heart and faced her calmly.

He did not regret it. The threat posed by that middle-aged man in the suit while alive was definitely greater than any threat he posed after death.

"Li Qingshan, well done!"

The cool female voice sounded again. Li Qingshan froze, then asked in surprise:

"You know me?"

"My name is Yu Man."

The Mecha raised its right hand, firing a laser that reduced the middle-aged man in the suit and the remains of half a Feral Beast to ashes.

"You're Yu Lei's older sister?"

Li Qingshan reacted instantly and let out a breath of relief.

Clearly, the middle-aged man's death would be overlooked.

Still, the incident had reminded him of something. This was the Interstellar Era, after all, and there were far too many unknown methods.

Next time... he had to do it more discreetly.

Li Qingshan silently reflected on himself. The Mecha in the air did not seem inclined to reply, appearing extremely aloof.

Inside the Mecha, Yu Man watched Li Qingshan as four light screens unfolded before her.

Three of those screens displayed simulated battle images of one person fighting one beast.

The remaining screen showed a humanoid figure battling the tentacled monster.

These were battle images generated by the Mecha after scanning the entire hall.

Although the images were not clear, they were enough to reveal plenty of information.

"Lost-Trace Steps at mastery? Wind Shadow Blade at mastery?"

"Only at the Body Tempering Second Stage, yet he could kill an Evil God Follower and hunt three Feral Beasts in succession?"

As conclusion after conclusion emerged, ripples gradually appeared in Yu Man's eyes.

When she had first heard Li Qingshan's name from her uncle, she had not taken it seriously at all.

True geniuses had long since been sent to New Continent.

The Martial Arts Class was merely meant to leave a shred of hope for the many high school students of Old Continent.

Not to mention that only a handful of students each year could truly enter New Continent Martial Arts University, even if they did make it to New Continent, they would ultimately become nothing more than background figures.

New Continent martial arts students possessed not only better talent and greater resources, but training requirements far stricter than those of Old Continent.

The gap had been predetermined from the very beginning. It was not something three years in the Martial Arts Class could ever bridge.

Later, after Yu Man learned Li Qingshan's basic information from her younger sister, she paid even less attention to him.

A Body Tempering First Stage martial artist who had only just begun practicing martial arts—what genius could he be?

But now...

In barely two months, Li Qingshan had brought both Lost-Trace Steps and Wind Shadow Blade to mastery.

Such comprehension was simply horrifying!

Even for the most basic D-Grade Martial Arts, the fastest training record in New Continent took over half a year!

The four light screens moved toward the center and merged into one.

The silhouettes faded, becoming a clear image: Li Qingshan's "criminal record" of stomping on the Feral Beast's head.

Through the light screen, Yu Man looked toward the figure standing outside the iron doors.

At that moment, the image and reality overlapped, and Yu Man stared blankly.

"Perhaps he is the genius Uncle has been searching for all along?"

"A super genius capable of rivaling the prodigies of the Martial Arts Mega-Planets!"