Madness to the utmost, arrogance to the utmost!

Ten minutes later, the five members of Class Zero were completely defeated and unable to rise again.

Unfortunately, Bai Yushan never considered them as true opponents from beginning to end.

Only after using his Martial Soul Fusion Skill could Wang Jinxi rival him in strength.

But how can Martial Soul Fusion Skill be used so frequently, given its enormous energy consumption?

With the Dark Eagle Dragon no longer able to directly withstand Bai Yushan's offensive, defeat has almost become their inevitable fate.

Bai Yushan looked at the five members of Class Zero who had collapsed on the ground, sneered, and mocked, "With your abilities, you don't really think you're some kind of chosen ones, do you?"

As he spoke, Bai Yushan shook his head, not even glancing at the others, and instead turned towards Wu Changkong.

"The appetizers can step aside for now; it's time to enjoy the main course."

"Teacher Wu, I had some thoughts to share yesterday, and my martial arts have improved considerably. I would like to ask for your guidance!"

Wu Changkong's lips twitched.

This kid is truly a battle maniac.

But faced with challenges, how could the proud Wu Changkong back down?

He stretched out his right hand, and the Heavenly Frost Sword fell into his palm, its tip pointing towards Bai Yushan.

Just one glance was enough to feel the cold, sharp light of the sword rushing towards you.

It wasn't until this point that the five members of Class Zero truly realized that their duel with Wu Changkong was like playing house.

Just now, when Wu Changkong fought them, he didn't even reveal the true power of his sword; he was just using the spine of the sword to hit people.

Now, with their swords pointed at Bai Yushan, the sheer force of their sword intent was enough to make them breathless.

Wu Changkong and Bai Yushan couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the five people lying on the ground.

With a flick of his Wu Changkong felt a surge of cold air emanate from the Heavenly Frost Sword, and a thin layer of white frost condensed on its surface. He took a step forward, and the sword light slashed out. This sword strike was not fast, but its intent was profound, splitting the air in two, and the chilling sword aura pressed directly against Bai Yushan's face.

Movement erupted at the foot of Bai Yushan. Instead of retreating, he slashed sideways to meet the sword light, his right palm striking out like a tiger's claw, the tip of his palm precisely hitting the side of the sword's spine. A resounding clang of metal rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

Wu Changkong's wrist sank, and the sword's momentum was deflected by three inches, grazing Bai Yushan's shoulder, where the cold air condensed into a patch of white frost.

The moment Bai Yushan deflected the sword, his left fist clenched and slammed out. The fist, accompanied by a muffled whistling sound, aimed straight for Wu Changkong's ribs. Wu Changkong blocked with his arm, but the force of the punch struck his forearm, making his entire arm go numb and causing him to involuntarily take half a step back.

Bai Yushan did not pursue, but instead used the recoil from his fist to spin around, his body spinning like a top, his figure becoming unpredictable. Wu Changkong opened his Purple Demon Eye, his eyes flashing with purple light, capturing Bai Yushan's shift in center of gravity. He raised his sword and slashed diagonally, the sword light sweeping upwards towards Bai Yushan's waist.

Bai Yushan suddenly shrank by half a foot, his Deer Form Step allowing him to slide almost flat on the ground. A sword flashed over his head, severing a few strands of hair. He slid to Wu Changkong's side, flicking his fingers and applying a gentle touch to the inside of Wu Changkong's wrist. Wu Changkong flipped his wrist, lowering his sword hilt to block the finger, the fingertip striking the hilt with a crisp sound.

The two exerted their strength simultaneously, the sword hilts and their fingertips touching, and the struggle erupted instantly. Wu Changkong activated his Soul Power, and the cold aura of the sword spread along the hilt. Bai Yushan's fingertips snapped back, using the recoil to create distance, and with a light touch of his toes, he soared into the air.

In mid-air, he spread his arms, his palm blades striking down from both sides, sealing off Wu Changkong and right. Wu Changkong did not dodge; instead, he pointed his sword tip upwards, the sword light piercing straight for Bai Yushan's heart. This sword strike was both fast and ruthless, forcing Bai Yushan to withdraw his palms and defend, clapping them together on either side of the sword tip.

The palm blade collided with the sword tip, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound. Bai Yushan's palm force clamped the sword tip, and he used the force of the sword to flip half a circle in the air, kicking out with both feet in succession. Wu Changkong withdrew his sword and retreated, the spine of the sword blocking his chest. He was kicked three times in a row, each kick causing him to take a step back.

After the third kick, Bai Yushan landed without any hesitation, unleashing his bear-like stance. His shoulders slumped, his back tensed, and he resembled a giant tree rooted in the earth. Wu Changkong seized the moment when he landed and thrust out his sword, the tip carrying a chilling aura, aiming straight for his throat.

Bai Yushan neither dodged nor evaded, but lowered his palms. The sword tip pierced three inches from his throat, but was struck on the spine of the sword by a palm, causing the sword's momentum to deviate. Immediately afterward, another palm pressed down, the powerful force transmitted along the sword's body, causing Wu Changkong's arm to sink, and the sword tip was almost pressed to the ground.

After a brief standoff, Bai Yushan suddenly pushed with both arms. Wu Changkong, sword and all, was pushed back three meters, his boots leaving two scorch marks on the ground. Before he could regain his balance, Bai Yushan had already charged forward, bending down and swinging his arms.

The fist slammed into the Heavenly Frost Sword, the dull thud causing dust to fall from the walls of the training ground. Wu Changkong's tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the hilt of the sword. He gritted his teeth and endured it, the coldness on the sword surging to its limit, and frost spread along the spine of the sword to Bai Yushan's fist.

A thin layer of ice formed on Bai Yushan's fist, but he didn't even flinch. He unleashed his fist's power, and the ice shattered. The second punch followed immediately, Wu Changkong could only block it with his sword. This punch was heavier than the first. The Heavenly Frost Sword curved in a distinct arc, and the back of the sword struck Wu Changkong's chest, causing him to groan and bleed from the corner of his mouth.

Using the force, Wu Changkong retreated, his feet moving in a series of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, his body swaying as he tried to create distance and regroup his sword stance. Wu Changkong Bai Yushan gave him no chance, unleashing his ape form and moving like Gui Mei to close in. He practically clung to Wu Changkong's body, his fists and fingers cunning, specifically targeting the joints and the fingers gripping the sword.

Wu Changkong's sword technique was forced to switch to a softer, more yielding style, with the sword moving between Bai Yushan's fists and fingers, each strike precisely blocking the path of the opponent's attacks. The two engaged in close combat, the distance between them no more than an arm's length, their fists, palms, fingers, claws, and swords colliding rapidly in this extremely small space.

Bai Yushan spread his five fingers and reached for Wu Changkong's sword-wielding wrist. Wu Changkong flipped his wrist, the sword slicing horizontally, forcing the five fingers back. Bai Yushan's other hand had already slipped under his armpit, his fingertips touching the space between his ribs. Wu Changkong suddenly pulled in his abdomen, his fingertips grazing his flesh, leaving a bloody mark.

He elbowed Bai Yushan in the back, causing Bai Yushan's head to tilt and his elbow to graz his ear. The two separated again, Bai Yushan taking two steps back and Wu Changkong taking four. Wu Changkong looked down at the wound on his ribs; blood had already soaked his clothes. His fingers, gripping the sword, trembled slightly, and blood from his tiger's mouth trickled down the hilt.

Bai Yushan was slightly out of breath, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He moved his fingers, which were white from the frost, and his knuckles cracked.

Deprived of the electromagnetic force that empowers his consciousness and nerves, his Five Beast Way, though characterized by its regular moves and skillful application of power, perfectly embodies the forms of Tiger Overlord, Deer Spirit, Bear Thick, Ape Deceit, and Crane Accurate, remains confined to his physical body.

Each time he unleashed his beast form technique, the sense of incompleteness in his heart became increasingly clear.

Without the aid of electromagnetic force, the beastly phantom was merely a form of martial art created by Bai Yushan, lacking the most essential spiritual essence.

This is the limit of pure physical martial arts.