Virtual space.
Inside the arena.
Facing Zhang Mo who was charging towards him, Qiu Bei already had several throwing knives in his hand, a subtle curve forming at the corner of his lips.
Although he was slightly surprised by the other party's martial arts cultivation.
He was still just a student after all.
His combat experience was clearly lacking.
"Charging so recklessly, he's basically a sitting duck," he thought to himself.
"If that's the case, then this is where you get eliminated."
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Several streaks of cold light flashed.
The air was torn apart.
Several throwing knives, at extremely bizarre angles, enveloped Zhang Mo's vital points.
The curve at Qiu Bei's lips became more pronounced, as if he was about to burst into laughter.
As hired martial artists, besides their basic pay, they also received bonuses for defeating candidates.
Essentially, there was a decent amount of money to be gained for each elimination.
This was also to prevent the martial artists from slacking off.
And now!
He could practically see a large sum of money beckoning him.
But the next moment.
Qiu Bei's expression froze, turning incredibly ugly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sparks flew.
Only then did he see countless throwing knives landing on Zhang Mo's body, as if they had struck a copper wall or an iron fortress, only producing faint sparks and the sound of metal clashing.
As for Zhang Mo, not only was he uninjured, but there wasn't even a single white mark on his body.
Damn!
How is this possible?
His Flying Feather Knife Technique was a genuine Third-Rank martial art.
And the throwing knives he was using were exactly the same as the ones in his real world, made of high-strength alloys.
Combined together!
They couldn't even penetrate the other party's skin.
"God… what kind of monster is this?"
He couldn't help but exclaim.
The defensive power Zhang Mo displayed was completely beyond his comprehension.
Before he could regain his senses.
Qiu Bei only saw a blur in front of him, a large hand infinitely magnified before his eyes.
Bang!
With a muffled sound.
Qiu Bei's figure flew out horizontally, crashing heavily against the ground in the distance, dissolving into a few rays of light and disappearing.
"Damn, it feels like Zhang Mo's external skill has gotten even stronger?"
The group of invigilating teachers from Xingchen University all widened their eyes.
They weren't too surprised that Zhang Mo defeated Qiu Bei.
But the way he did it, still shocked them greatly.
At the same time.
Zhang Mo's opponent for the seventh round appeared.
It was a tall man who stood over two meters tall, extremely muscular, like a ferocious bear.
"Oh, a Third-Rank Peak high school student, indeed worthy of being Xingchen University's entrance exam," said Gao Hu, looking at Zhang Mo with a slight sense of surprise.
"You're not bad either. You're also at Third-Rank Peak, and you seem to have cultivated external skills." Zhang Mo's vision was now very sharp, especially when it came to external skills.
He could tell that the other party's external skill was a Third-Rank martial art, and it had already reached the pinnacle of perfection.
"Good eye!"
Gao Hu's eyes narrowed slightly, as he took another careful look at Zhang Mo.
The next moment.
He had already made the first move, his body charging forward like a wild bull, his hand, wide like a fan, already forming a fist and thrusting out.
Rumble!
Extremely violent blood qi surged forth.
His fist seemed to be enveloped in an astonishing amount of force, ripping apart the earth.
All the muscles in his body were constantly undulating, as if countless rats were crawling beneath his skin, making him look especially ferocious.
This strike!
The grandeur of its force was such that, even just watching the virtual projection, it created a sense of intense pressure.
"This Gao Hu, has he gone all out?"
Yang Yu Tong's eyes narrowed slightly.
"He should have sensed the threat from Zhang Mo. And this fist strike, the Diamond Fist, has reached the peak of perfection. Combined with his Black Gold Body, also perfected, even a normal Fourth-Rank martial artist probably wouldn't want to clash with him directly."
"I wonder how Zhang Mo will respond?"
An invigilating teacher spoke.
Seeing Gao Hu charging towards him, Zhang Mo also smiled gently.
He took a step forward, reaching out with one hand.
He's actually going head-to-head with me?
Gao Hu was slightly stunned, then a hint of displeasure appeared in his eyes.
The other party clearly saw that he had cultivated external skills, yet he still dared to do this, which was somewhat disrespectful to him.
Boom!
With a loud roar.
Gao Hu's fist and Zhang Mo's palm collided, instantly creating a terrifying sonic boom, causing the surrounding air to twist and turn into a tangible wave of energy, rippling outwards in all directions.
But Zhang Mo, amidst this wave of energy, remained firmly in place like a mountain, not moving an inch.
"Your strength isn't bad." Zhang Mo calmly grasped Gao Hu's fist and said.
"How is this possible?"
Gao Hu was completely shocked.
His Diamond Fist just now was a full-powered strike, any normal Third-Rank Peak martial artist would definitely suffer broken bones or severed tendons.
But who could have imagined.
Zhang Mo was fine, as if nothing had happened.
Not even the force generated by the Diamond Fist had shaken his palm in the slightest.
"There's nothing impossible." Zhang Mo flipped his palm, Gao Hu only felt an irresistible force spreading throughout his entire body, and he completely lost control.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a series of muffled sounds.
Gao Hu's body, as if it were a sandbag, was repeatedly slammed against the ground by Zhang Mo, leaving behind deep craters.
"Damn, what's going on?"
Whether it was the candidates or the group of principals and bigwigs, everyone was dumbfounded.
What had they seen?
A Third-Rank Peak martial artist who had cultivated external skills, had absolutely no power to resist against Zhang Mo.
Before this battle began.
No one had expected the gap between the two to be so huge.
At this moment, everyone's gaze towards Zhang Mo had completely changed, as if they were looking at a human beast.
Gradually!
Gao Hu, who was being repeatedly smashed, gradually became translucent, eventually completely disappearing.
"Damn, this Zhang Mo, isn't he a little too terrifying?"
Witnessing this scene, one of the invigilating teachers was speechless.
With their eyesight, they could naturally tell that Zhang Mo had not even used his internal energy.
He had simply crushed Gao Hu with his external skills.
"It's only natural that he can reach this point."
The astonishment in Yang Yu Tong's eyes gradually subsided, as she said:
"The real highlight is yet to come. After the eighth round, he'll be facing Fourth-Rank martial artists."
"Come on then, let me see how far you can go."
Her eyes shone with anticipation.