71: Ouyang Hao, Seed Project

After Li Ziyu left, the remaining members of the Mutual Aid Society frantically picked up Yang Ming's severed hand and foot, dragged the unconscious Yang Ming who had fallen to the ground, and fled the villa area as if their lives depended on it.

As they walked, they kept looking back with terrified expressions, as if afraid that Li Ziyu would catch up to them.

After the Mutual Aid Society members left, the scene was initially silent.

Then, it exploded!

“Hiss! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!”

“Brothers, did you see that?! Li Ziyu actually used one slash to cripple the Mutual Aid Society’s big shot! That’s incredible!”

“What kind of attack did Li Ziyu use just now? I didn’t even see how he made his move before Yang Ming’s limbs were severed!!”

“Is he really a new student who just enrolled this year, like us?! Why does he feel even more ruthless than an older student?!”

“Awesome, he truly lives up to his title as the National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer; his strength is truly terrifying!”

The students watching the scene all had wide eyes, their expressions varying between shock and excitement.

While everyone was discussing, Liu Tao took a few steps back to where Li Ziyu had been standing.

He closed his eyes.

Some people looked at him in confusion.

A moment later, Liu Tao suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of confusion flashing in them.

At the same time, he muttered to himself:

“The move Li Ziyu used just now was indeed the Level Three Battle Skill, Thunderclap Slash.”

“But how could Thunderclap Slash have such power?”

“And that slash Li Ziyu made just now, it seemed to have flames on it. What kind of Battle Skill is that?”

Liu Tao’s brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Just then, Sun Mingyang, who was carrying a long spear and had a poker face, also stepped forward two paces, walked to Liu Tao’s side, and looked at him with a serious expression, saying:

“Did you see Li Ziyu’s strength just now?”

“What do you think, compared to him?”

Liu Tao gave Sun Mingyang a strange look, as if he were looking at an idiot:

“Are you kidding me? I can’t even take one move from Yang Ming, and Li Ziyu instantly defeated Yang Ming with one move. You’re asking me how I compare to Li Ziyu?”

“Aren’t you just spouting nonsense?”

Liu Tao was speechless.

He glanced in the direction of the villa, shook his head, and added:

“However, although I don’t know how strong Li Ziyu is, I don’t think the Mutual Aid Society will let this go.”

“If the Mutual Aid Society sends out stronger students to deal with Li Ziyu, or if Ouyang Hao personally makes a move, then Li Ziyu might be in danger.”

Sun Mingyang fell silent upon hearing this.

“Indeed, Li Ziyu’s slash was equivalent to grinding the Mutual Aid Society’s face into the dirt.”

“If the Mutual Aid Society doesn’t get their revenge, their prestige among the new students will probably be completely lost.”

...

Inside a luxurious, private training room in the training building of Modu Martial Arts University.

Ouyang Hao sat cross-legged in the empty room, his eyes closed.

There was nothing around him except for four silver metal spheres quietly floating beside him.

“Go!”

Suddenly, Ouyang Hao sharply opened his eyes and pointed at the wall in front of him.

Following his finger, the four metal spheres floating around him, as if drawn by some gravitational force, swiftly shot towards the alloy wall in front of them at an uncatchable speed.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Four dull thuds echoed as the alloy wall, capable of withstanding missile attacks, was struck by the metal spheres, leaving four basketball-sized holes!

The metal spheres were embedded within.

“Retrieve!”

Ouyang Hao commanded again, and the metal spheres embedded in the alloy wall quickly flew back to his side.

Clap, clap, clap.

“Young Master Ou, your Mental Power has grown stronger again!”

“Tsk tsk, an attack of this level could probably easily break through even the defenses of a Level Three Advanced Martial Artist.”

“The profession of a Mental Power Master is truly terrifying.”

Just then, the training room door suddenly opened.

A young man with an effeminate appearance, wearing a Mutual Aid Society uniform, slowly walked towards Ouyang Hao.

As he walked, he praised him:

“Speak quickly if you have something to say, don’t disturb my cultivation!”

Ouyang Hao glanced at him.

He stood up, took a towel from the corner of the room, and while wiping the metal spheres, he said coldly:

The effeminate young man knew Ouyang Hao’s temper and wasn’t annoyed.

“I know you’re preparing for the National Youth Martial Arts University League, but I think you should look at this first.”

The effeminate young man said, pulling out his phone from his pocket, opening a video, and handing it to Ouyang Hao with a smile, saying:

“Take a look at this. If I remember correctly, Yang Ming was sent by you, wasn’t he?”

“Did you tell him to recruit Li Ziyu?”

“Hmm? What, has Li Ziyu already yielded?”

Ouyang Hao wiped the metal spheres, not even looking up, and said expressionlessly.

“Heh, successful? See for yourself.”

The effeminate young man scoffed and handed the phone to Ouyang Hao.

Ouyang Hao frowned and glanced at the phone screen.

On the screen, four members of the Mutual Aid Society were seen dragging Yang Ming, who looked like a dead dog, fleeing in disarray.

As they ran, they kept looking back in terror, as if something incredibly dreadful was behind them.

Their disheveled appearance was laughable.

Ouyang Hao’s frown deepened, and he looked up at the long-haired young man, frowning and saying:

“What happened? Did a teacher from the university find it unbearable and help Li Ziyu?”

“Didn’t the university give our Mutual Aid Society absolute freedom? Why are they interfering now?”

“It wasn’t a university teacher who made a move, it was Li Ziyu himself.”

The effeminate young man said.

However, before he could finish, Ouyang Hao interrupted him:

“Impossible!”

“I know the strength of my subordinates better than anyone. Yang Ming is a Level Two Advanced Martial Artist.”

“His Body Tempering Battle Skill has even reached the advanced level. To defeat him, one would at least need the strength of a Level Two Peak Martial Artist.”

“How could Li Ziyu, a new student who just enrolled, possibly defeat Yang Ming?!”

Ouyang Hao said in a deep voice.

The effeminate young man put away his smile, his expression returning to calm, and he looked straight at Ouyang Hao, saying word by word:

“What if I told you that Li Ziyu not only defeated Yang Ming, but he did it in just one move!”

“Do you believe it?”

“Many people were present at the time, but Li Ziyu acted too fast, and no one had time to record it.”

“However, since so many people are saying it, it shouldn’t be false.”

“I came to tell you that Li Ziyu’s strength and potential have surpassed your imagination; he is not just an ordinary National Martial Arts Exam Top Scorer.”

“The President asked me to tell you that you should no longer contend for the National Martial Arts University League spot.”

“Just let Li Ziyu try.”

With that, the effeminate young man put away his phone without waiting for Ouyang Hao’s reply, turned, and walked out of the room.

Only Ouyang Hao was left standing there in a daze.

“You should no longer contend for the National Youth Martial Arts University League spot” – this sentence kept echoing in his ears.

“Not contend?”

“Give it to Li Ziyu?”

“Heh heh.”

Ouyang Hao lowered his head, his hair obscuring his face, and he kept repeating that sentence.

A moment later, Ouyang Hao suddenly raised his head, glaring fiercely in the direction the effeminate young man had left, his expression ferocious:

“This National Youth Martial Arts University League involves the Seed Plan, and you’re telling me not to contend!?!”

“If I don’t contend, am I supposed to just wait here to die?! Damn it!”

“President? To hell with the President! Once I eliminate Li Ziyu, we’ll see if that spot is mine!”

A hint of madness flashed in Ouyang Hao’s refined eyes.

Bang, bang, bang!

The four steel balls danced wildly around him, slamming hard into the surrounding alloy walls.