Prodigies Crush Their Opponents, an Abyss Behind the Illusion

At the same time, at the Jinling Martial University.

The once tranquil campus was now bustling with noise. Thousands of students from Jinling Martial University gathered around the school gate square, but the atmosphere was unusually oppressive and humiliating.

In the center of the square, several heavy off-road vehicles with extremely exaggerated designs and special armor coatings were parked.

The car door opened.

Two rows of young people wearing different school uniforms walked down slowly, surrounded by their instructors.

On the left, the school uniform is embroidered with a fierce dragon crossing the river, exuding an arrogant aura—this is the Demon Capital Martial University!

On the right, a majestic purple-gold dragon is tattooed on the school uniform, its expression haughty—this is Capital Martial University!

The two most prestigious Martial Dao academies in the Great Xia Country arrived in Jinling on the same day, forming an unprecedented "3+1" elite team model, with one instructor leading the team and three top geniuses!

Why are people from Capital and Demon Capital here?

"Such a strong sense of oppression! Those students look to be about our age, but why do I feel like their energy and vitality are even more terrifying than our school's professors?!"

The Jinling students watching whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with shock.

Seeing the awe in the eyes of those around him, a boy with short, silver-dyed hair and chewing gum in the Demon Capital Martial University camp chuckled. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

"This is Jinling Martial University, one of the three famous martial arts schools in the south? Their qi and blood levels are far too weak. It's like they've entered a kindergarten in a low-risk area."

These words immediately aroused the indignation of the students at Jinling Martial University.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

A furious shout rang out from the crowd!

Zhang Kuang, the vice president of the martial arts club at Jinling Martial Arts University and one of the most recognized geniuses among the third-year students, stood out from the crowd! His blood and qi surged, and every step he took left a deep footprint on the stone slab, revealing him to be a master of the second level of the Blood Refining Realm!

"Demon Capital, don't be so arrogant! This is Jinling! If you want to cause trouble, ask my fists first!"

Zhang Kuang roared furiously, like a tiger descending a mountain. His blood and qi transformed into a layer of dark red protective wind, and he unleashed a Yellow Grade Perfection "Stone-Shattering Fist" directly at the silver-haired boy's face!

The force of the punch was astonishing, with a whistling wind!

Hope was ignited in the eyes of many students in Jinling.

However, faced with this devastating blow...

The silver-haired boy didn't even glance at him; he continued chewing his gum, only stopping just as the Zhang Kuang fist was about to touch him...

He slightly raised one finger.

"Buzz--!"

A terrifying aura of blood, so thick it seemed to freeze the surrounding space, suddenly erupted from the silver-haired boy's body!

Blood Refining Realm... Ninth Level!

"What?!" Zhang Kuang was shocked. He felt that his proud blood and energy were like a flame in a storm, instantly extinguished in the face of this pressure!

"Bang!"

The silver-haired boy's fingers lightly tapped on Zhang Kuang's fist.

"Click-click--!"

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds rang out!

Zhang Kuang miserable scream, his whole body flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and crashing heavily into the crowd, where he immediately lost consciousness!

One finger!

With just one finger, he casually crushed the third-ranked genius of Jinling Martial University, who was at the second level of the Blood Refining Realm!

The entire hall was deathly silent!

All the students at Jinling Martial University gasped, their faces burning as if they had been slapped hard in public.

The gap is enormous! So enormous it's despair-inducing!

The top floor of the administration building not far away.

Han Luosheng, who had just broken through to the Blood Transformation Realm and was full of vigor, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and took in the scene below.

His originally elegant expression now became unusually solemn.

"The prodigies of Capital and Demon Capital..."

Han Luosheng stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips. A hint of extreme greed flashed deep in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by deep fear.

"Such a rich, exquisite aroma of flesh and blood..."

"The quality of flesh and blood in this group is comparable to that of a hundred Shi Tingyue from Jinling Martial University!"

"But..."

Han Luosheng's gaze fell on the two seemingly nonchalant team leaders, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Blood Transformation Realm? No... most likely... Qi Gathering Realm?!"

Han Luosheng a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the bloodthirsty instinct within him.

He knew very well that these top geniuses had unfathomable backgrounds and must have life-saving trump cards bestowed upon them by their elders. They were definitely not people that he, a Variants who had just broken through to the Blood Transformation Realm, could afford to provoke.

"Let's lie low for now."

Han Luosheng turned around and walked into the shadows.

"This group of arrogant and powerful geniuses suddenly descended upon Jinling; they certainly didn't come here to show off their power."

Han Luosheng's brain was working at lightning speed.

"Is it to purge us, the lurking ' Variants '?"

He quickly shook his head, dismissing the guess.

"Impossible. If Great Xia is prepared to overturn the table, then what comes is definitely not some exchange student, but the military's heavily armed mechanized troops, or the Night Watchers's ace assassins."

"Bringing a group of students here is definitely not for a meat grinder."

A glint of light flashed in Han Luosheng's eyes.

"It seems that something extraordinary is about to emerge in Jinling City or the surrounding area. Is it an undiscovered ancient ruin? Or some kind of top-tier strategic resource?"

"Whatever it is, at this critical juncture, I must lie low and not reveal myself for the sake of momentary gratification."

Just as Han Luosheng was secretly making plans.

"Thump... thump..."

A deliberately hushed knock sounded outside his office door.

Han Luosheng's eyes sharpened, and he instantly concealed all the aura of his Blood Transformation Realm and Variants, transforming back into the perfect senior who was as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open a crack.

A girl wearing a tattered coat and covered in dust slipped in and quickly locked the door.

"Xiahou Ying?"

Han Luosheng was taken aback at first, a very subtle look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

What surprised him was not Xiahou Ying's return after her disappearance, but rather... he couldn't detect even the slightest trace of the "Variants '" aura on Xiahou Ying!

She wasn't converted by the Xiahou Family?!

"Senior Han..."

Seeing Han Luosheng's face, Xiahou Ying's nerves, which had been taut for a day and a night, finally broke down.

"Sakura, what happened to you? Everyone's saying you went missing in the wilderness. What happened?" Han Luosheng's voice was full of concern and anxiety, like that of a most responsible older brother.

"Senior, help me... Please save me, save Jinling City!"

With trembling hands, Xiahou Ying pulled out the waterproof bag from her inner pocket and took out the farewell letter left by her brother, Xiahou Zhang.

"Please make sure this letter reaches Old Master Han!"

"The Xiahou Family... the Xiahou Family are not human! They are monsters in human skin! They keep commoner martial artists captive and eat people! My brother... has already been killed by them..."

Xiahou Ying sobbed uncontrollably as she poured out the terrifying truth she knew to the Han Family's eldest son, whom she considered "absolutely upright," without reservation.

As Xiahou Ying sobbed, a chilling crimson glint flashed deep in Han Luosheng's eyes.

His gaze fell on the letter, and he sneered inwardly.

[How naive and foolish!]

However, on the surface, Han Luosheng wore an expression of extreme shock and grief.

"What?! The Xiahou Family actually committed such a heinous act?!"

He placed his hands on Xiahou Ying's shoulders, looking at her with unwavering determination.

"Sakura-kun, you've suffered so much! Don't worry, I will absolutely not stand idly by in this matter. I'll take you to see my grandfather right now. The Han Family will definitely seek justice for you and for those innocent victims!"

"Thank you... thank you, Senior Han..."

Hearing this promise, Xiahou Ying finally felt a huge weight lifted from her heart.

"That's good... I knew... I'd be looking for you..."

"Bang."

Just as a relieved smile appeared on Xiahou Ying's lips...

Without warning, Han Luosheng delivered a precise chop to her vagus nerve!

Xiahou Ying's smile froze on her face, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed limply.

She didn't understand what had happened until the moment she lost consciousness.

"Sorry, junior."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Han Luosheng's lips.

"However, now that a pack of vicious dogs with a keen sense of smell has arrived outside, it's really not a good time to cause trouble."

"I'll have to trouble you to live a few more days."