With Sun Wei's example preceding him, Chen Mingming was clearly much more cautious this time.
Like Sun Wei, he first guided his Spirit Power out from his Spiritual Sea, allowing it to overflow through the spirit power meridians to cover his body surface.
For these initial Awakeners, having a proficiency of 3 to 5 in cultivating the Spiritual Energy Introduction is already decent. They absolutely cannot reach a terrifying value of 73 proficiency like Zhao Mu!
What kind of concept is 73 points of proficiency?
For an ordinary Spirit Power User, that is mastery—the Peak of most Spirit Energy Users' lives.
Put simply, even many instructors in the Qingfeng Camp barely reach this level.
That is why Zhao Mu could manipulate his Spirit Power as easily as moving his limbs, operating it freely and condensing it anywhere on his body.
Chen Mingming did not attack rashly; instead, he adopted a starting posture just like Zhao Mu.
The fact that he didn't actively attack, but instead looked like he was waiting for Zhao Mu to come to him, immediately drew mockery from many people.
"Cowering before the fight even begins, Chen Mingming has already lost internally."
Chen Mingming's actions caused the corner of Zhao Mu's mouth to curve slightly.
"You seem to have forgotten that I am your Squad Leader. Many of your Martial Combat Techniques were taught by me."
If he wouldn't come over, Zhao Mu would go to him!
Zhao Mu spread his hands, walking step by step toward Chen Mingming, his eyes revealing a cold and chilling killing intent.
His hands were held at his sides, ready to burst forth and attack at any moment!
One step, two steps. Zhao Mu's movements were not fast, but the more he acted this way, the more nervous Chen Mingming became.
He didn't know when Zhao Mu would strike, nor how Zhao Mu would attack.
This reminded him of when they were still in school, and he had sparred with Zhao Mu a few times.
Every single time, he was played around by Zhao Mu!
As peers, he wasn't far behind Zhao Mu in terms of strength, speed, or agility.
But whenever they fought, he always felt like he couldn't win.
Sun Wei, who had fainted behind him, was still lying there, and everyone was busy watching the show, ignoring him.
The thick scent of blood entered Chen Mingming's nose, causing a wave of panic in his heart.
In an instant, Zhao Mu reached five steps in front of him. Chen Mingming felt his mind go completely blank, having forgotten how to fight due to fear!
"Don't come closer!"
He let out a terrified roar, but Zhao Mu had already charged toward him like lightning!
His gaze was like a knife, and his hands were like a hurricane, directly breaking through the two defensive "doors" he had put up in front of him.
"Crack!" "Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out, and intense pain immediately shot from his arms to his brain. In the blink of an eye, Chen Mingming's arms were forcefully twisted and broken by Zhao Mu!
Following that, a fist like a heavy hammer smashed directly into Chen Mingming's chest!
The Seven Kills Battle Method only contains killing moves!
"Crack!"
The third sound rang out, even crisper this time, causing everyone present to subconsciously take two steps back and cover their own chests.
They felt as if it wasn't Chen Mingming's bones that shattered, but their own.
"Drip," "Drip."
Drops of fresh blood fell onto the ground, and a few drops stained Zhao Mu's fist.
After this strike, Chen Mingming remained standing in place, because Zhao Mu's fist had condensed its power, focusing it on a single point in his chest.
Instead of being knocked flying, his injuries were even more terrifying.
Zhao Mu calmly retracted his right fist. Chen Mingming's body, like a pile of flesh that had lost its support, slowly knelt down before Zhao Mu.
When the crowd looked at him again, he had also fainted due to severe injuries.
"You could have taken at least one or two of my moves, but you were too afraid. You didn't even have the courage to fight."
"I truly don't understand, trash like you, where did you get the courage to provoke me?"
Sheep and cattle might not lack the strength to fight wolves, but without the courage to kill, they can only become the wolves' food.
A greenhorn like Chen Mingming—still childish, with zero practical Combat Experience, and presuming he was amazing just because he Awakened Spirit Power—would be killed by Zhao Mu on the battlefield even if his Combat Level were higher!
The scene was utterly silent. Several timid girls had turned pale, covering their mouths and running aside to vomit.
Blood seeped from Chen Mingming's chest. It was visible to the naked eye that when Zhao Mu retracted his fist, Chen Mingming's chest had caved in!
"To use such lethal force against his own classmate, isn't that too cruel!"
"Is Zhao Mu being a bit too vengeful? What's worse is that Sun Wei and Chen Mingming were both going to the Qingfeng Camp in a few days to participate in the Entrance Trial. Now, they are completely ruined!"
Both men were severely injured. Zhao Mu had indeed used near-lethal force, but he also knew very well that the two, protected by Spirit Power, wouldn't die so easily.
These people had provoked Zhao Mu repeatedly, and today they did it in front of Shen Moran and all the teachers and students. Even if Zhao Mu had the best temper, he couldn't indulge them anymore.
Blood dripped from Zhao Mu's fist. He coldly said to those discussing him, "In four days, Military Martial Specialization Schools across the country will begin enrollment and hold Entrance Trials."
"At that time, life or death during the trial process is irrelevant! Even killing is permitted."
"If you want to step onto the path of a Spirit Energy User, you must have the resolve for life-and-death combat! Otherwise, did you think that becoming a Spirit Energy User means living comfortably in mansions, driving luxury cars, and enjoying infinite resources?"
Zhao Mu sneered, then shouted loudly:
"Don't be ridiculous!"
"The Empire spends vast resources on Spirit Energy Users every year so that we can fight the Dark Race and defend our home and country!"
"We must fight and struggle with our lives! Those without this resolve, no matter how high their Talent, will surely die on the battlefield in the future!"
Zhao Mu's words managed to shock many people into realization.
Among the spectators were quite a few teachers, who nodded in agreement after hearing Zhao Mu's words.
"That's right, all resources gained by Spirit Power must be earned by fighting with your life and obtaining Military Merit. Did you really think it was about enjoying wealth?"
"Only by dispelling such notions early can you live a long life."
Someone muttered to himself, "So this is why Awakeners with C-Rank to E-rank Talent all need to participate in the trial to become a member of the Qingfeng Camp. Talent only determines the starting point, but those with high Talent who lack the Heart of a Brave might not achieve great things."
Inside the military vehicle, the Bearded Strong Man also nodded, smiling approvingly, "This kid is quite to my liking!"
The City Beauty beside him glanced at him: "With E-rank Talent, it will be very difficult to become a Trainee of the Qingfeng Camp."
The Bearded Strong Man's expression sobered: "Talent only determines the starting point, not necessarily one's whole life. Have you forgotten Marquis Changfeng?"
Hearing the three words "Marquis Changfeng," the City Beauty's eyes filled with reverence.
Within the Xuanfeng Empire's Spirit Energy User Domain, a poem is widely circulated.
Frostfire Cuts Mountains and Seas; Windthunder Breaks the Heavenly Gate.
This refers precisely to the Four Supreme Masters of the Xuanfeng Empire, who can also be called the Four Pillars of the Xuanfeng Empire.
And Marquis Changfeng, one of those four, also had an E Rank when he Awakened his Talent Rank back then.
However, he only took less than fifty years to grow from an orphan born in a slum into a renowned powerhouse of the Empire.
"How many Marquis Changfengs can there be in the world? If miracles always happened, they wouldn't be called miracles."
The City Beauty said indifferently.
"However, I have high hopes for this kid."
The Bearded Strong Man stared at Zhao Mu, stroked his large beard, and his eyes held a smile of appreciation.
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