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Five men, riding the winds, stood in the air, each exuding an air of arrogance and grace. They wore identical outfits adorned with the same patterns, and a lotus mark was emblazoned on their foreheads, giving them an extraordinary presence.
Their faces radiated confidence and pride, resembling born nobles.
"We are from Genius Academy," one of the men declared, intending to assert the authority of Genius Academy over everyone present.
Genius Academy, the true gathering place for young powerhouses of the Zhongzhou Continent, boasted the most exceptional Cultivation Methods, advanced Cultivation theories, abundant resources, and professional instructors who tailored their teachings to each student. The rigorous training produced students who were all elites among elites. Anyone graduating from Genius Academy would become a dominant force in the world of Cultivation.
To the geniuses of the Five Great Sects, those from Genius Academy might seem insignificant; perhaps there was little distinction between top figures and their ordinary students. In previous years, any so-called genius pulled from Genius Academy could easily defeat all challengers from the Five Great Sects.
The past Ten Thousand Methods Conference had merely been an entertainment event for Genius Academy to humiliate the Five Major Sects.
The five men hovering in the air looked down at the crowd below, especially at Zhao Yang, their condescending gazes revealing no hint of restraint—this was their pride.
Zhao Yang picked up his Silver Spear and stared at the five men in the sky, asking, "Whose silver spear is this?"
"It’s mine," one of them replied as he stepped forward with open arms. "You seem impressive; come on, kill me." He spoke with a broad smile, glancing at the other four, who also laughed heartily as if finding amusement in the situation.
However, a sound sliced through the air as Zhao Yang's spear whizzed past this man's head.
The man's smile vanished abruptly as his head tilted to one side. Yet, from where Zhao Yang had pierced him with the spear flowed a silver liquid. His pupils darkened momentarily before flashing with a silver gleam. Soon after, he straightened his head and looked at the other four with a mix of anger and surprise. "He’s so fast; he actually managed to hurt me!"
The sound of the Silver Spear cutting through the air came from behind him again. This time, however, it stopped five feet in front of him before melting inch by inch into his body.
He was a cultivator born with a silver attribute Spiritual Root—a unique type of Spiritual Root—raised among nobility and trained by Genius Academy since childhood. Countless experts in cultivation had collaborated to develop a method called Silver Soul Technique specifically for him. This method could only be learned by him and could only be wielded to its fullest potential by him.
Zhao Yang's strike shocked everyone; he had completely pierced through a powerful student of Genius Academy. But what was even more astonishing was that this pierced individual remained unharmed and appeared excited as if thrilled that someone could injure his physical form. At that moment, he transformed into a Metal Man entirely covered in silver.
"Few can truly injure me in this world, especially at our level. You and I are both at Core Formation Stage; I admire you!" said the Metal Man.
Zhao Yang remained silent. He understood that while his earlier strike might not have killed this person, it did not mean he couldn't inflict harm. He sensed that this man's silver attribute Spiritual Root was also contained within his Chaotic Root! The Chaotic Root was considered the primordial Spiritual Root born at the beginning of heaven and earth; all Spiritual Roots originated from it, including silver. However, the amount of silver contained within had become negligible over time. Of course, as ages passed and countless years went by, some Spiritual Roots might have undergone changes in essence and given rise to forms unlike any other attributes.
Under the gaze of the five men, Zhao Yang charged forward and suddenly vanished!
Strange! The faces of the five individuals revealed an even more frenzied and fiery expression.
"I can't believe it, finally found a decent opponent!" one of them shouted excitedly.
He summoned a Blood-Red Longbow in his hands, his fingers poised on the string, waiting for Zhao Yang's appearance.
With a sound that shook the air, Zhao Yang appeared! He stood beside the Metal Man, holding an oval-shaped Ancient Treasure that was unrecognizable. However, this Ancient Treasure was something Zhao Yang had taken from a young man he had killed earlier. The moment he touched the Ancient Treasure, he realized it was a low-tier Dao Treasure! Yet, he still didn't know how to use it; at that moment, he treated the oval Ancient Treasure like a brick and smashed it hard against the silver Metal Man's face.
The silver Metal Man's face immediately caved in. He swung a palm toward Zhao Yang, but Zhao Yang flipped away from his attack. However, he was caught off guard by another sound slicing through the air behind him. Before he could react, a slender wave of light struck him, causing blood to flow from his back. Zhao Yang was injured and stood atop a mountain peak.
A silent Long Hair man held his middle and index fingers together as if gripping a sword, with sword energy flickering around his fingertips.
Yet before Zhao Yang could catch his breath, another massive foot descended from above. Zhao Yang used Time Walk to flash to another mountain peak just in time; the mountain behind him was instantly flattened by the foot of one of the five—barefooted with enormous feet covered in rough skin.
But before he could steady himself, a searing flame surged forth, engulfing the area where Zhao Yang stood.
The one who attacked was a man with fiery red hair and sharp eyes. Flames danced around him with precise rhythm; clearly, he was among the rarest practitioners of Dao Fire—the Fire Controller—much more formidable than any Fire Path master.
Just as Zhao Yang leaped up, a blood-red arrow shot toward him with deadly accuracy. Given Zhao Yang's angle and speed, there was no way to dodge it. Thus, he had no choice but to activate a mysterious rune from the Imperial Scripture. A crimson-gold symbol appeared on his face as the blood-red arrow pierced his chest but did not penetrate his skin.
"Impressive!"
"Impressive!"
The five from Genius Academy praised him; they were astonished that someone of the same level could consecutively evade their attacks. Although they had been attacking lightly, this young man was the first they had encountered in their journey through the Cultivation world who could do so.
"Don't kill him; he's successfully angered me! Let me handle this; I want to kill him myself!" roared the Metal Man. The fact that he had been hit multiple times and forced his companions to intervene infuriated him. He had always prided himself on being invincible and now wanted to personally deal with Zhao Yang.
"Fine then, you fight him while we take care of that Divine Transformation Stage brat. We've hunted over fifty Divine Transformation Stage old-timers along our way; I thought this one would be another old-timer too, but turns out he's a genius. I enjoy killing geniuses," said the Long Hair man as sword energy erupted from his fingertips, creating brief rifts in the air.
With a loud roar, the silver Metal Man charged at Zhao Yang. Previously, he had been careless twice and wanted to see what it felt like to be injured by someone else. Now humiliated in front of his companions and having tasted injury himself, he naturally unleashed all his power to kill Zhao Yang—just like he had done with dozens of so-called geniuses over the years—wearing an incredibly confident smile.
After speaking, the Long Hair man turned to those beside Nangong Wuxin and said, "You two trash can get lost. We're just hunting some Divine Transformation Stage experts for practice; as for someone of your level, it's better if you don't even die at my hands."
Song Baliang was at a loss for words when faced with such arrogance. After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke up, "How can you claim to be invincible among your peers without even trying?"
His polite inquiry elicited laughter from the four men who had yet to make a move. The one wielding the Blood-Red Longbow shook his head, not bothering to look at him as he turned his attention to Zhao Yang and the Metal Man, who were engaged in battle. The Fire Controller, with his fiery red hair, also chuckled and shook his head, seemingly uninterested in Song Baliang. The Barefoot Man rubbed his toes and completely ignored Song Baliang, as if he had grown tired of hearing such remarks.
The Long-Haired Man burst into laughter and said, "How about this, big guy? I concede! You look like a monk; we at Genius Academy can't afford to mess with someone from Xuanfo Temple. There are only about a thousand of them—every one we lose is one less than we can afford. You might as well go back to raising pigs and farming."
Covering his forehead, Song Baliang felt embarrassed and muttered to himself, "Is it a crime to look ordinary?"
"And you over there, the scholar—yes, you! You look like a healer, right? Just there to patch up wounds during team battles. Why don't you fill that Divine Transformation Stage kid's health bar? Otherwise, he might just drop dead before we even get started, and that wouldn't be any fun," the Long-Haired Man continued, his disdain for the scholar evident.
Though the scholar was furious, he felt powerless; after all, he was not a cultivator skilled in offensive techniques.
At that moment, the man with the Blood-Red Longbow suddenly drew back his bowstring and aimed at Nangong Wuxin, who was still meditating to heal his injuries.
Nangong Wuxin's face was pale; he had merely been knocked back by Zhao Yang's forceful impact. Even an ordinary person might not have been injured by such a collision. However, exposed to the air, his Primordial Spirit was incredibly fragile. A light bump had left him significantly wounded.
The blood-red arrow sliced through the clouds and broke the silence of the sky with a swift whoosh—bang!
The expected sound of someone collapsing did not come; there were no cries of agony either. Instead, Song Baliang caught the blood-red arrow in his hand. A brilliant golden light enveloped him as he faced off against top-tier Combat Power among his peers and activated his Vajra Battle Body.
"It's the Vajra Battle Body! He really is a master!" The four onlookers gasped in astonishment while excitement flickered in their eyes.
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