Advancing to Eighth Place in the Inner Academy

"Flower-Flourishing Flying Sleeves!" Luo Qiushui reacted with astonishing speed, Essence surging through his long sleeves until they were tougher than refined steel.

He lashed them forward with a fierce crack, the wind howling.

With his current strength, let alone a human body, he could easily snap even armor in two with a single strike.

Under Luo Qiushui's horrified gaze, the sleeves of Chen Xu's robe shattered layer by layer, yet Chen Xu's palm met no resistance as it pressed down on his skull.

The ground collapsed into a crater. Blood seeped from Luo Qiushui's seven orifices, and he lost consciousness on the spot.

His unconscious body knelt in the pit, while Chen Xu made no further move and stared straight ahead.

The man in the python robe who had been standing on the stone bridge crossed more than a hundred meters in the blink of an eye and arrived before him.

"Chen Xu?" The man looked him over as though examining an uncarved piece of jade.

"Principal, you ran here far too quickly." Professor Mei hurried over behind him. Only when she saw Chen Xu did she remember that her student was here as well.

"Ahem." Assuming a dignified posture, Professor Mei gave two light coughs. "Chen Xu, this is the dean of the Great Abyss National University's Inner Academy, one of the world's foremost Martial Artists."

Chen Xu put on the appearance of an obedient student and spoke respectfully. "Hello, Dean."

If he had guessed correctly, this dean was likely a legendary [Martial Aspect] expert, one of the strongest Martial Artists in this world.

Just how destructive could a [Martial Aspect] expert be at full power? Chen Xu silently wondered.

Yu Wuji smiled and offered a few words of encouragement before departing. As the dean of the Inner Academy,