Super Genius!

Li Qingshan stood with one foot on the head of a Fierce Beast, his gaze lowered.

The moment the middle-aged man in the suit died, his skin withered and wrinkled at a visible rate, as if some unseen presence was devouring his flesh and blood.

Even the Fierce Beast's head beneath his foot had shrunk to nothing but a dry scalp.

"The sacrifice is speeding up..."

Li Qingshan murmured softly, then his eyes suddenly sharpened.

A thin layer of blood mist was seeping up from the floor, spreading outward.

Li Qingshan jerked his head up, scanning his surroundings.

It wasn't just beneath him—the entire hall's floor was now covered in blood mist.

Faint red light flickered within the haze, and the mist seemed alive, surging and converging toward the arena at the center of the hall.

In just a dozen seconds, a twisted mass of flesh three meters across appeared in the middle of the arena.

Every inch of that flesh writhed, and slimy tendrils like fine hairs burrowed out, growing rapidly.

Bizarre, horrifying, grotesque, savage...

Just one glance, and Li Qingshan felt contaminated.

Every hair on his body stood on end, and he trembled uncontrollably—this was suppression from the level of life itself!

Not just his body, but even his mind was locked down.

Countless thoughts sprang from nowhere inside his head, madly leaping, all telling him the same thing.

Stay put. Offer your neck for the slaughter.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!"

Li Qingshan's eyes blazed wide, veins bulging on his forehead.

He stared fixedly at the arena, gritting his teeth, speaking each word slowly:

"What 'Flesh Demon God'? Just a monster, nothing more. You think you deserve that title?"

As the words fell, his will cut like a blade, slashing away all those leaping thoughts.

His mind cleared, and a surge of strength returned to his stiffened body.

Li Qingshan gradually suppressed his instinctive fear, regaining control of his body.

"Still not making a move?"

Li Qingshan watched the motionless Cold Moon Flying Shuttle before him, stepping back one pace at a time.

No matter how the battle unfolded from here, it was beyond his ability to participate.

The flesh monster at the center of the arena seemed not to notice a single "ant's" defiance, simply continuing to devour the blood mist and grow its tendrils.

The crowd around him had long been terrified out of their wits, collapsed on the ground, trembling.

As Li Qingshan retreated, he occasionally stepped on their bodies, but no one cried out in pain, and no one begged for help.

Everyone was paralyzed by the monster, becoming true lambs for the slaughter.

The blood mist grew thinner, nearly consumed entirely.

At the center of the arena, the flesh monster had turned into a "bloody furball," with thousands of tendrils extending from every part of its body, twisting and stretching.

"Does the Patrol Bureau really not care if they live or die?"

Li Qingshan wondered, stepping back once more and crossing the iron door.

Then he turned and ran.

A piercing, grating sound rang out.

Li Qingshan halted mid-step, looking back over his shoulder.

Inside the hall, the blood mist had vanished. The flesh monster had fully taken shape, its countless tendrils shooting outward in all directions at terrifying speed.

But at the same time, the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle moved.

The three-meter-wide shuttle spun around the hall, whirling at breakneck speed like a mad meat grinder, severing every blood-red tendril it touched.

It didn't just cut—as it spun, thin laser beams flashed from the shuttle, precisely striking the writhing tendrils on the ground, burning them to ash.

"So it really is sci-fi weaponry."

Li Qingshan murmured softly, turning around unhurriedly.

Now, there was no need to run.

As terrifying as the flesh monster seemed, under the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle's siege, it had no power to resist.

And that was just the weapon—the true Sky Patroler mech hadn't even shown itself yet.

The outcome was exactly as Li Qingshan had expected.

In just a dozen seconds, all the blood-red tendrils were reduced to ash, coating the floor in a layer of gray dust.

At the center of the arena, The Cold Moon Flying Shuttle hovered above the flesh-and-blood monster, its silver-white surface glowing crimson as a crescent-shaped laser beam shot downward.

Under the laser's irradiation, the flesh-and-blood monster had no power to resist and instantly turned to ash.

Even the arena beneath it was melted by the laser, becoming a pool of scorching lava.

"This... this is the power of a mecha?"

Li Qingshan clicked his tongue in awe, his eyes lighting up at the same time.

In textbooks, Martial Artists and mechas were considered equals.

Since the Sky Patroler mecha could unleash such destructive force, he could surely achieve the same with his physical body one day.

"I just wonder how many years this flesh-and-blood monster is worth?"

Li Qingshan glanced at the ashes floating above the lava and shook his head regretfully.

This battle wasn't something he could participate in, let alone steal the kill.

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Just then, the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle moved again, flying back beside the previously shattered floor slab.

A silver mecha descended silently from above.

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

The Cold Moon Flying Shuttle seemed to possess a will of its own, circling around it autonomously, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

"So similar!" Li Qingshan couldn't help but exclaim.

The scene before him involuntarily reminded him of a similar image from the movie Legend of Sword and Fairy in his past life.

Gu Yue—absolutely stunning!

"Similar to what?"

A cool female voice sounded beside his ear.

Li Qingshan snapped back to reality, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the hovering silver mecha, its metal mask facing his direction.

The Mecha Master was a woman?

After a brief moment of surprise, Li Qingshan could only offer an awkward smile.

How was he supposed to answer? He couldn't exactly say it reminded him of a movie from his past life, could he?

Fortunately, the Mecha Master seemed to have asked casually, already turning to scan the entire hall.

Her gaze paused briefly at the remains of the middle-aged man in a suit, then shifted to a pile of ashes in front of the iron door.

This pile of ashes was different from the others covering the floor—lighter in color, left behind after You Qingya's transformation earlier.

'She noticed?'

Li Qingshan frowned slightly, not believing the Mecha Master relied solely on visual observation; that mecha surely had unknown detection methods.

Though the middle-aged man in the suit could be considered "dead by beast's mouth," Li Qingshan had stepped on him right in front of the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle.

Recalling the scene of the Cold Moon Flying Shuttle unleashing its might, Li Qingshan crushed the last shred of luck in his heart and wore a calm expression.

He didn't regret it—the threat that middle-aged man posed alive was far greater than after his death.

"Li Qingshan, well done!"

The cool female voice sounded again. Li Qingshan was startled and asked in surprise:

"You know me?"

"My name is Yu Man."

The mecha's right hand raised, and a laser blasted out, reducing the middle-aged man in the suit and half the Fierce Beast's remains to ashes.

"You're Yu Lei's sister?"

Li Qingshan quickly caught on and let out a sigh of relief.

Clearly, the matter of the middle-aged man's death was being brushed aside.

Still, this incident served as a reminder—this was the Interstellar Era, with too many unknown methods.

Next time... he had to be more discreet.

Li Qingshan reflected inwardly, while the mecha in midair showed no sign of replying, seeming quite aloof.

Inside the mecha, Yu Man's gaze was fixed on Li Qingshan, four light screens spread out before her.

Three of the screens displayed combat images of a person and a beast in motion.

The remaining screen showed footage of a humanoid figure battling a tentacle monster.

These were combat images simulated by the mecha after scanning the entire hall.

Though the images weren't clear, they were enough to extract plenty of information.

"Mizong Step at Great Accomplishment? Wind Shadow Blade at Great Accomplishment?"

"He's only at Body Tempering Second Level, yet he killed an Evil God Cultist and hunted three Fierce Beasts in a row?"

As each conclusion surfaced, Yu Man's eyes gradually stirred with ripples.

The first time she heard Li Qingshan's name from her uncle, she hadn't taken it seriously at all.

True prodigies had long been sent to the New Continent.

The Martial Arts Class was merely a shred of hope left for the high school students of the Old Continent.

Not to mention that every year, only a handful of students actually passed the exams to enter the New Continent's Martial Arts University; even if they did make it there, they'd end up as nothing more than background scenery.

Martial arts students in the New Continent not only had better talent and richer resources, but their training requirements were far stricter than those in the Old Continent.

The gap was set from the very start—it wasn't something three years of Martial Arts Class could close.

Later, after learning Li Qingshan's basic information from her younger sister, Yu Man cared even less.

Just starting out in martial arts at Body Tempering First Level—what kind of genius was that?

But now...

In just two months, Li Qingshan had already cultivated both Mizong Step and Wind Shadow Blade to Great Accomplishment.

Such comprehension was simply staggering!

Even for the most basic D-rank Martial Skills, the fastest training record in the New Continent was over half a year!

Four light screens converged toward the center, merging into one.

The light and shadow dissipated, forming a clear image—it was the "crime scene" of Li Qingshan stepping on a Fierce Beast's head.

Yu Man gazed through the light screen at the figure standing still beyond the iron gate.

At this moment, the image and reality overlapped, and Yu Man stared blankly, lost in thought.

"Maybe... he's the genius my uncle has been searching for all along?"

"A super prodigy worthy of rivaling the champions of the Martial Stars!"