Another Match, Still an Instant Kill

The referee frowned, looking at Li Donghai with displeasure.

"Li Donghai, do you have an objection to my judgment?"

"No!" Li Donghai met the referee's sharp gaze and immediately snapped out of it. If he kept causing trouble, he would be breaking the arena rules, and then the referee would have the right to act.

This referee was a full-fledged martial artist!

"In that case, do you concede?"

"I concede!" Though Li Donghai was deeply unwilling, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and admit defeat.

Then, he looked at Chen Mo:

"Chen Mo, if you've got the guts, fight me again. I just didn't perform well earlier!"

"I'm a Seventh-grade Martial Artist, and my swordplay has reached Major Accomplishment. There's no way I'd lose that easily!"

"No fight!"

Chen Mo shook his head firmly.

"You! Then what will it take for you to agree?" Li Donghai felt stifled, actually having to beg Chen Mo.

He completely overlooked that he was no match for Chen Mo—if he could be taken down in one blow once, it could happen again.

"Fifty thousand! Give me another fifty thousand, and I'll fight you!"

With a chance to fleece a rich fool, he wasn't about to let it go.

"Fine, I'll pay!"

"This is your choice! Referee, please witness for us."

The referee nodded with a smile: "Naturally! Go to the Rest Area to sign."

Both nodded.

The audience below, all martial artists with sharp hearing, naturally caught the exchange between Chen Mo and the others.

Hearing they were going to fight again, those who had been about to leave stopped in their tracks.

At that moment, Jiang Tao saw Zhang He and Yang Hu still wearing expressions of disbelief and felt elated.

He walked up to them and said with a grin:

"So? Your Big Brother got taken down in one blow by Chen Mo. What do you think now?"

"Jiang Tao, don't get cocky! Didn't you hear Brother Donghai say it? Chen Mo only won by sneaking an attack! A despicable lowlife like Chen Mo is utterly detestable!"

"Exactly! Brother Donghai wasn't ready. Otherwise, Chen Mo would've been flattened long ago! Don't be smug—Brother Donghai will teach Chen Mo a proper lesson soon!"

Zhang He and Yang Hu stuck their necks out to argue, refusing to believe Li Donghai could lose.

"Hahaha..." Jiang Tao couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Sneak attack? I saw it clearly—Li Donghai struck first, and Chen Mo reacted after but hit first. How is that a sneak attack?"

"Was Chen Mo supposed to let Li Donghai's attack land and then sneak in?"

"You! Bullshit!" The two were left speechless, humiliated and furious. They quickly moved away from Jiang Tao and stopped talking to him.

Jiang Tao didn't bother mocking them further and turned his gaze to the arena.

By now, Chen Mo and Li Donghai had signed the agreement and completed the transfer.

"Do you need to rest? Start now, or in ten minutes?"

"Start now!" Li Donghai said first, eager to teach Chen Mo a lesson.

"No problem for me!" Chen Mo was starving; the sooner this ended, the sooner he could eat.

With a hundred thousand in his account, he was going to have a big meal!

"Alright! Then to the arena."

The three walked onto the stage.

They took their original positions, and the referee glanced at both:

"Ready?"

They drew their weapons simultaneously and answered in unison: "Ready!"

"Arena battle, begin!"

The moment the words fell, both moved.

At the same time, no one noticed that Li Mengxue had suddenly appeared at one of the hall's entrances.

She caught a glimpse of the two fighters on the stage and saw, in the instant they clashed, Chen Mo suddenly changed his move and defeated Li Donghai.

"Basic Saber Technique at Perfection?" She was slightly surprised. She had seen basic martial techniques at the Perfection realm before, but someone this young achieving it still caught her off guard.

After all, her own Basic Swordplay was still a sliver away from Perfection, and after months of practice, she'd made no progress.

Even among martial arts family disciples, no one had trained their basic techniques to Perfection.

Because they had stronger Cultivation Methods, they naturally didn't put much effort into basic techniques.

So, even if she wanted to exchange insights, there was no one to discuss it with.

In truth, if she wanted, with her family's power, she could certainly find someone who had reached perfection in Basic Martial Technique. However, those people were older, and the experience they shared was invariably honed through time—at least a few years, sometimes decades of cultivation to reach perfection.

This time-consuming method was of little use to her.

After all, she was a martial prodigy; she naturally wouldn't waste time grinding away.

Now, seeing someone as young as herself who had trained Basic Martial Technique to perfection, she felt a bit intrigued and wanted to exchange insights with him.

But seeing so many people around, she gave up and turned to leave.

The audience at the scene was once again stunned, so naturally, they didn't notice Li Mengxue, who had only lingered for a moment.

At this point, the Referee spoke again:

"Chen Mo wins!"

"Thank you, Referee!" Chen Mo gave a slight bow to express his gratitude.

The Referee smiled and replied:

"No need to be polite! By the way, Chen Mo, if you're interested, you could apply to be a sparring partner at our martial arts hall. The pay is decent!"

He noticed Chen Mo's clothes—just ordinary, common stuff—and guessed that Chen Mo's family wasn't well-off; otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Li Donghai for a hundred thousand!

Chen Mo's Basic Saber Technique carried a hint of perfection. This was also the first time the Referee had seen a young person train a Basic Martial Technique to such a level, so he wanted to build a good connection.

Thus, he suggested Chen Mo apply for the sparring partner position.

However, since he wasn't yet sure whether Chen Mo was worth investing in, he didn't make a formal recommendation.

"I'll consider it. Thank you!" Chen Mo thanked him again, noted the name Wang Yun on the Referee's badge, and then took his leave.

Chen Mo wasn't arrogant enough to think this martial artist had taken a real interest in him, so he didn't try to curry favor. Leaving directly was the best course.

Li Donghai still stood dumbfounded on the arena, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

He kept thinking: how did he lose to Chen Mo?

He just couldn't figure it out!

"Li Donghai, the arena match is over. Leave now!"

Hearing the Referee's voice, Li Donghai jolted awake.

"Alright, I'm leaving right away!"

He inadvertently glanced at the audience below, who still hadn't left, and his face flushed bright red.

He had made a huge fool of himself!

He didn't dare linger and hurried off the arena.

As soon as he stepped down, he saw Chen Mo surrounded by several students asking for advice.

Li Donghai's face turned even uglier. He instinctively stopped in his tracks, wanting to escape.

His heart was both stifled and furious.

He replayed the battle in his mind: Chen Mo's saber was too fast—so fast he couldn't react.

Li Donghai finally realized he was no match for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was definitely not a Fifth-grade Martial Disciple, and his saber technique wasn't at Minor Accomplishment but Major Accomplishment—and at a higher level than his own Major Accomplishment sword technique.

Clearly, Chen Mo had tricked him!

So, when Jiang Tao boasted that Chen Mo's saber technique was perfect, it wasn't just bragging?

No!

Li Donghai immediately rejected that thought. Chen Mo's saber technique was absolutely not perfect; at most, it was Major Accomplishment, just a bit higher in level than his own.

This Chen Mo did it on purpose! He hid his strength just to swindle him out of a hundred thousand!

Thinking about that hundred thousand, his heart bled.

Li Donghai was just thinking about throwing some harsh words at Chen Mo when he looked up and found Chen Mo was already gone!

His face instantly turned uglier than if he had eaten shit.