School Beauty Li Mengxue

2:00 PM.

Following the address on the order form, Chen Mo arrived in front of a training room on the 18th floor of Wuji Martial Arts Gym.

During lunch, he had received the booking—it was precisely the client who required Basic Martial Technique mastery.

"18-001, this is it!"

After confirming the training room, Chen Mo pressed the doorbell.

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang once, and shortly after, the door opened automatically.

Looking inside, Chen Mo was startled.

He saw an unexpected person—the School Beauty, Li Mengxue.

Li Mengxue had delicate features, not a trace of makeup, her hair tied into a bun, and wore a white fitted training uniform that outlined her perfect figure.

She was even more beautiful than the female celebrities Chen Mo had seen in his past life, but he only paused briefly before snapping back to reality.

It wasn't that he was indifferent to women—he knew exactly what he needed.

Suddenly, Chen Mo felt some regret. If he had known the client was Li Mengxue, he wouldn't have taken the job.

After all, his Dantian might have been crippled because of her.

But since he had already accepted the order, he had to see it through.

Canceling would only provoke this Young Lady, and that wouldn't end well for him.

"Hello, I'm Chen Mo, the sparring partner you hired."

"Come in."

Li Mengxue's thin lips parted, letting out two words, then turned to lead the way.

Meeting Chen Mo's clear gaze, Li Mengxue felt a bit better, but she still maintained an icy demeanor.

Not that she was putting it on—she was always like this.

Entering the training room, Chen Mo immediately noticed the air was much fresher.

The open space in the training room was as large as a basketball court. In one corner stood various alloy training dummies, and beside them were two weapon racks holding all kinds of arms.

Li Mengxue remained cold and aloof, but Chen Mo didn't mind. After putting his things down, he spoke:

"I'll go grab a weapon. Let's start now."

"Alright."

Li Mengxue replied with a single word, picked up a wooden sword, walked to the center of the training room, and waited quietly for Chen Mo.

She was somewhat pleased with Chen Mo's attitude.

He didn't look at her with lustful eyes, didn't try to find topics to flatter her, and didn't pry into her personal information.

Soon, Chen Mo took a wooden saber and stood five meters away from Li Mengxue, saber in hand.

"I'm ready. Let's begin."

"Alright."

Li Mengxue wasted no words, charging at Chen Mo with her sword.

In an instant, the clash of blade and sword rang out.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Both were surprised.

Li Mengxue was surprised that Chen Mo's Basic Saber Technique had truly reached perfection. Despite being only a Sixth-grade Martial Disciple, he could withstand her full-force attacks as a Ninth-grade Martial Disciple.

Chen Mo was a worthy opponent, so she intensified her assault.

Li Mengxue's performance told Chen Mo that there were levels even among Ninth-grade Martial Disciples.

Wu Fei, also a Ninth-grade Martial Disciple, couldn't last five moves against Chen Mo, but Li Mengxue, a Ninth-grade Martial Disciple, had already exchanged over a dozen moves with him.

Through the fight, Chen Mo also identified his own weaknesses—lack of strength and speed. Without Spiritual Perception allowing him to predict accurately, the battle would have been much harder, and he would have eventually lost.

However, Li Mengxue's swordsmanship hadn't reached perfection yet. Though it put pressure on Chen Mo, it couldn't defeat him.

After thirty moves, Chen Mo seized a flaw in Li Mengxue's defense and won the bout.

"You yield."

Chen Mo gave a slight bow with his hands.

"Mm."

Li Mengxue stood there, replaying the fight in her mind, analyzing her shortcomings.

Chen Mo knew his realm and footwork were holding him back, and he resolved to improve his Stance Training and movement technique proficiency.

Soon after, Li Mengxue looked up at Chen Mo:

"Again."

"Good!"

The next second, the training room rang out with clashing sounds once more.

Before long, Li Mengxue lost again.

The two fought fiercely, both going all out. In just a few minutes, they were already sweating.

Chen Mo could tell that Li Mengxue wanted to use him to break through her Basic Swordplay to Perfection.

That was why she was giving it her all, which made things tough for Chen Mo.

He was three minor realms below her, weaker in both strength and stamina.

Chen Mo was already starting to sweat, while Li Mengxue still had plenty of energy.

This couldn't go on. If it kept up like this, he'd be exhausted in less than an hour.

Chen Mo didn't want his very first sparring client to run into problems.

"Li Mengxue, I have a suggestion. There's no need to go all out in sparring. You want to improve your swordplay, so let's just compete purely on technique. What do you think?"

Li Mengxue didn't agree right away. Instead, she countered:

"If we don't go all out, how can we improve our swordplay?"

Whether it was her teachers, tutors, or family, they all said only by giving her full effort could she possibly break through her Basic Swordplay to Perfection.

She'd also heard that people only gained great insights when facing life and death.

If her family hadn't stopped her, she would have wanted to test her swordplay on wild beasts.

Seeing Li Mengxue's puzzled expression, Chen Mo sighed inwardly, guessing that those teachers must have filled her head with some strange ideas.

Still, he didn't ask. Instead, he patiently explained.

"Before a martial skill reaches Perfection, it's still a technique. It has its tricks. Pure brute force won't break through—you need insight."

"Take me, for example. I'm at a lower realm than you, yet I've trained my Basic Saber Technique to Perfection. Just now, while sparring with you, I noticed some issues. Let me point them out."

Then, Chen Mo pointed out the problems he'd observed.

After listening, Li Mengxue realized that everything Chen Mo said matched the very points she'd been stuck on.

With his explanation, it all clicked for her.

"Thank you, Chen Mo!"

After saying thanks, Li Mengxue started practicing on her own.

Chen Mo stepped aside and watched her train.

Li Mengxue's footwork was agile and graceful, her sword strikes swift as the wind, like a snow-white butterfly dancing elegantly.

Chen Mo's expression remained calm, his gaze clear, unswayed by the beautiful sight before him.

The butterfly danced, yet every move was lethal.

After a while, Li Mengxue finished her practice and noticed a slight improvement in her swordplay, delight filling her heart.

"Chen Mo, thank you for your guidance. My swordplay has improved!"

In a good mood, Li Mengxue inadvertently smiled, a stark contrast to her earlier icy demeanor.

Chen Mo was almost captivated by her smile, but his composure held firm.

"No need to thank me. I'm just lightening my own workload."

Chen Mo wasn't lying. If he hadn't spoken up, Li Mengxue wouldn't have corrected her flaws so quickly, and he'd have had to keep going all out against her.

By now, he'd be the one worn out.

"Is that so?" A hint of slyness flickered in Li Mengxue's eyes. "Since my swordplay just improved, spar with me to help me solidify it."

"Huh?"

Chen Mo was dumbfounded. He hadn't lightened his workload—he'd made it heavier.

"Not willing? You're my sparring partner, after all."

Li Mengxue said smugly.