Cultivating the Flying Dagger?

Chen Mo's analysis of the Basic Stance Training had reached the Perfection stage, allowing him to absorb the medicinal effects of the Qi and Blood Pill with maximum efficiency.

Yesterday, a single meal of Fierce Beast Meat had condensed 2 points of Qi and Blood. Now, one Qi and Blood Pill plus last night's Fierce Beast Meat only condensed 4 points. The result left Chen Mo somewhat disappointed.

By comparison, the Qi and Blood Pill wasn't as practical as Fierce Beast Meat.

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then understood why.

Yesterday at noon, that meal of Fierce Beast Meat had indeed condensed 2 points of Qi and Blood, but it had also drained his body's potential. So when he ate another meal in the evening, it was merely replenishing what had been consumed.

According to Chen Mo's estimate, one Qi and Blood Pill could condense 3 points of Qi and Blood.

For Chen Mo now, that was already quite fast.

In the past, an ordinary Qi and Blood Pill would only let him condense a single point of Qi and Blood.

The reasons were twofold: first, his Basic Stance Training was only at Minor Accomplishment, giving poor absorption efficiency; second, his body's own absorption efficiency was lacking.

He had to remember that when his Spiritual Power broke through 100, the feedback had transformed his body, increasing his energy absorption efficiency and expanding his energy storage capacity.

With his stance techniques perfected and his physique strengthened, the combination allowed him to absorb the Qi and Blood Pill's medicinal effects in a short time, condensing 3 points of Qi and Blood.

"Still two points short of breaking through to Seventh-grade Martial Trainee. Should I eat that Premium Qi and Blood Pill?"

Chen Mo rubbed his chin, pondering.

"Forget it, let me check my body first."

Chen Mo looked inward at his body and found that his organs and meridians had reached saturation, developing resistance to the Qi and Blood Pill. If he ate the Premium Qi and Blood Pill now, he'd waste a fair amount of its medicinal power.

Since he couldn't take any more, Chen Mo decided to go apply as a sparring partner.

"Mozi, drink an Energy Drink first to replenish your energy."

Seeing Chen Mo stop training, Jiang Tao quickly spoke up.

"Sure! Toss it over."

As Chen Mo finished speaking, Jiang Tao casually tossed the Energy Drink toward him.

Chen Mo glanced at the arc of the flying Energy Drink, pre-cognized its landing point, reached out, and caught it steadily.

He twisted off the cap and drank deeply. The cool, sweet-and-sour liquid flowed into his stomach, dispelling the heat from his body.

"Refreshing!"

After drinking, Chen Mo crumpled the bottle into a ball and tossed it toward the trash can. It landed precisely inside.

"Mozi! Dead on!" From over ten meters away, the shot landed perfectly in the trash can. Jiang Tao gave Chen Mo a thumbs up.

"Hehehe, just basic stuff, don't hype it!" Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"One compliment and you're already full of yourself?" Jiang Tao rolled his eyes. "I could do that too!"

With that, Jiang Tao actually went to the trash can, picked up the bottle he'd just thrown, and walked toward Chen Mo.

"You could? I don't believe it!" Chen Mo pretended to provoke him.

The two of them often joked like this, adding some fun to their otherwise monotonous training.

"Don't believe me? Get ready to eat your words! Haha..."

Jiang Tao was full of confidence. He came up to Chen Mo and bumped his shoulder.

Then he looked at the trash can, raised the bottle, and measured the distance between them, as if aiming.

"I'm watching!"

Chen Mo smiled.

A distance of ten meters or so was nothing for people like them, whose single-arm strength exceeded 600 kilograms. But accuracy was another matter.

"Alright, let me show you my skill." Jiang Tao's fighting spirit was roused. He stopped hesitating, aimed at the trash can, and threw the bottle.

The bottle flew out, arcing toward the trash can, and landed precisely inside.

"So? Pretty awesome, right?"

Seeing he'd made the shot, Jiang Tao was smug.

"Not bad!" Chen Mo replied with a smile.

"'Not bad'? It was clearly amazing, okay!"

Jiang Tao wasn't satisfied with Chen Mo's assessment.

"Best on the surface!" Chen Mo had to re-evaluate.

"That's more like it!" Jiang Tao was finally content, then added with some regret, "Too bad. If my talent were a bit better, I'd practice the Flying Dagger."

"Mozi, when you have time, you could try training with the Flying Dagger. It'd give you some ranged attack options."

Now that Chen Mo had awakened, learning martial techniques was no trouble for him, which was why Jiang Tao made the suggestion.

Chen Mo thought about it and nodded. "Mm. Once I've mastered my fist techniques and movement techniques, I'll train the Flying Dagger. The Flying Dagger is small and thin—it can catch people off guard. Later, when I hunt Fierce Beasts, I can strike their eyes and other weak points."

"Exactly! If my talent weren't so bad, I'd want to train too! A flick of the Flying Dagger, and a Fierce Beast drops—so cool!"

Jiang Tao imagined that scene, his emotions stirred.

He couldn't show it himself, but his brother could!

When the time came, he'd have something to brag about!

He firmly believed Chen Mo would become a powerful martial artist. In the future, he might even need Chen Mo's protection.

He could already picture it—saying he was Chen Mo's brother, and seeing the envy and jealousy in others' eyes.

That feeling was indescribable.

"Alright, you keep training here. I'm off to apply for the sparring partner position!"

"Mm, go ahead. I wish you success in advance!"

"Good!"

Chen Mo didn't take his belongings. Leaving the training room, he went straight to the gym's front desk.

"Hello, I'm here to apply for the gym's sparring partner position."

"Alright. Do you know the requirements for a gym sparring partner? Are you applying for the martial disciple stage position?" The front desk didn't look down on Chen Mo and treated him politely.

"Yes, I know. Above Fifth-grade Martial Disciple, with Major Accomplishment in a Basic Martial Technique. I'm applying for the martial disciple stage sparring partner."

Chen Mo was aware of Wuji Martial Arts Gym's recruitment conditions for sparring partners. The realm requirement was lower, but Basic Martial Technique had to be at Major Accomplishment.

"Alright, may I ask what your current cultivation is, and which Basic Martial Technique you've reached Major Accomplishment in?"

"Sixth-grade Martial Disciple, with Basic Saber Technique at Perfection."

"Basic Saber Technique at Perfection?"

The front desk looked at Chen Mo in disbelief. So young, and already with a Basic Martial Technique at Perfection—she'd never seen that before.

After all, many Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth-grade Martial Disciples who came to apply for sparring partner hadn't even reached Major Accomplishment in a Basic Martial Technique.

To confirm the truth, the front desk asked again:

"Are you sure it's Basic Saber Technique at Perfection? There will be an assessment later. If there's any deception, the gym will blacklist you, and you won't be able to spend money at Wuji Martial Arts Gym or its affiliated shops from then on."

"I'm sure. I also understand the consequences. I really do have Basic Saber Technique at Perfection!"

Chen Mo's expression was serious.

Seeing Chen Mo like this, the front desk said nothing more, but her attitude became even more polite:

"Alright, I'll register you! As for the sparring partner's salary and working hours, someone will inform you after you pass the assessment."

"Mm!"

The front desk entered Chen Mo's detailed information, printed out the form, and handed it to him:

"Here you go, Mr. Chen. Take this assessment form to the assessment area on the third floor of the gym to undergo the test."

"Okay! Thank you!"

Chen Mo took the assessment form, thanked her, and headed to the assessment area on the third floor.