Battle the School Master, Evenly Matched, Leaving Everyone Stunned

"People from the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School..."

The bald man's features were far too distinctive to forget. Chen Mo recognized him at a glance, but his attention was drawn to the tall man beside him. Judging by his appearance, attire, bearing, and the bald man's attitude, this man's status was clearly not low.

"Regretting it now?" Chen Mo's gaze was amused.

Once missed, it was farewell forever. A good horse did not graze on old grass.

Before Chen Mo could say anything, the delicate-looking youth from the True Martial Arts School's expression changed. He raised a hand and grabbed Chen Mo's sleeve.

"Master gave us instructions long ago. The moment you came over, we were to bring you to see him immediately. You... come in first."

Seeing the bald man and Senior Brother Qi drawing ever closer, the youth hurriedly pulled Chen Mo through the gate.

With Chen Mo's strength, if he truly did not want to move, the other party could never have dragged him along. Yet he did not refuse, obediently entering through the gate and watching as the youth shut the doors and slid the bolt into place.

Having done so, the delicate-looking youth let out a long breath and looked over.

"Come with me. Master will definitely be happy to see you."

"Mm." Chen Mo answered simply.

His gaze, meanwhile, swept over his surroundings.

As one of the county's two top Martial Arts Schools, the True Martial Arts School was backed by a sect and held an extraordinary status. Its facilities and buildings were no worse than the ancestral grounds of the Three Great Families.

Judging from appearances alone, Chen Mo was quite satisfied. It was a suitable place for him to cultivate and live.

At the same time, A Li, the bald man, and Senior Brother Qi stared at the tightly shut gate with extremely displeased expressions.

"You stay here and guard this place. I'll notify Master. If this matter gets ruined because of you, just wait to be expelled from the Martial Arts School."

After leaving those words behind, Senior Brother Qi ran back to his own Martial Arts School, cursing A Li countless times in his heart.

Chen Mo had clearly come to their side first. Yet now, because of this idiot, Chen Mo had actually entered the True Martial Arts School.

It was foreseeable that if Chen Mo truly joined the True Martial Arts School, their master would definitely be furious.

They were direct competitors within the county, after all, and even the sects backing them were different.

Though their relationship appeared harmonious on the surface, behind the scenes neither side wanted the other to fare better than itself.

Such was the human heart.

"I hope Chen Mo doesn't agree to the True Martial Arts School's recruitment so quickly." Senior Brother Qi prayed.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo had already followed the delicate-looking youth named Lu Xin to the rear hall.

Along the way, the disciples they encountered within the True Martial Arts School naturally gathered to watch him. They had long heard of Chen Mo, this genius Martial Artist, without ever seeing him in person, and had long wanted to witness him for themselves.

Now that they had seen the real person, they naturally had to take a few more looks.

Those who could enter the True Martial Arts School and pass its tests to become formal disciples all possessed considerable talent. As for the Ten Great True Disciples who stood above the rest, they were among the most outstanding young talents in all of Hequ County.

Even so, compared to Chen Mo, these talented figures were like fireflies before the bright moon.

A fifteen-year-old Divine Strength Realm Martial Artist—when they had been fifteen, they had not even been Martial Artists yet. The gap was so vast that they could not even summon jealousy.

Other than conviction, there was only more conviction.

After experiencing what it felt like to be watched like a monkey, Chen Mo met Yan Cheng, the True Martial Arts School's School Master, at a small Training Hall in the rear hall. He was an old man of around fifty, currently guiding two men and one woman in cultivation.

At Lu Xin's report, everyone's gazes in the Training Hall turned toward them in unison, immediately converging on Chen Mo. Their expressions varied.

"Chen Mo, you've finally come." Yan Cheng turned around and examined Chen Mo with a smile.

His eyes were calm, but his heart was filled with doubt.

Chen Mo was around 1.8 meters tall. His build did not look particularly robust, his aura was tranquil, and his temperament steady. He looked nothing like a teenage Divine Strength Realm Martial Artist should.

Likewise, Chen Mo was observing him. To be honest, he could not make much out.

He only felt that Yan Cheng was very tall, likely over 1.9 meters. Like the powerful Martial Artists Chen Mo had encountered before, he was heavily built. Though already advanced in years, his beard and hair remained pitch-black...

And those eyes of his were exceptionally spirited. Just like the Guo Family Patriarch whom Chen Mo had met before, one glance was enough to tell that he was someone accomplished on the Martial Path.

"School Master, you seem certain that I would come?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

He secretly thought that he truly could not underestimate the people of the world. Those who could become high-ranking figures in the county were no fools.

Those with nothing but muscles in their heads were only fit to be thugs.

"Other than joining a Martial Arts School, you have no other choice. This is also the choice most beneficial to you at present," Yan Cheng explained.

As he spoke, he walked over with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes staring directly into Chen Mo's.

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"As long as you can withstand thirty moves from me, my True Martial Arts School will take you in. Within Hequ County from now on, absolutely no one will dare touch you. As for the Martial Arts School's cultivation resources, they will also be opened to you."

"Since the School Master has said so, then please." Chen Mo took a deep breath, his expression solemn.

So they really had to fight after all. It was perfect—he was also very curious about just how great the gap was between himself and a Qi and Blood Realm Martial Artist, and what methods of attack and combat power a Qi and Blood Realm Martial Artist who controlled the qi and blood of his entire body possessed.

"Fine courage!"

After praising him, Yan Cheng attacked without any warning.

A distance of over ten meters was crossed in less than two breaths. Yan Cheng's right hand formed an eagle claw and reached for Chen Mo's shoulder. It was clearly a hand, yet it glinted with cold light.

Just moments ago, he had been a harmless, burly old man. Now, however, he was like a Sharp Blade drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed and its might pressing down upon all around him.

"Good!"

Rather than retreating, Chen Mo advanced to meet him head-on.

Seeing this, the surrounding Martial Arts School Disciples were all startled. How could Chen Mo dare be so unyielding? The image of him being sent flying had already appeared in their minds.

Bang!

A dull collision rang in everyone's ears, and even the surrounding air seemed about to be scattered apart. The Bluestone Slabs beneath Chen Mo and Yan Cheng had long since shattered, yet neither of them retreated even half a step.

They were evenly matched!

This sight left all the Martial Arts School Disciples dumbfounded.

Even Yan Cheng revealed a surprised expression.

"What tremendous strength, what hard fists... A Body Hardening Cultivation Technique?"

Before Yan Cheng could think further, Chen Mo seized the favorable instant of his distraction and launched a new round of attacks. As was his habit, he did not strike with his full strength, holding back two portions of it, while his Perfection Level Fierce Tiger Fist Technique was unleashed without reservation.

Like a Fierce Tiger descending the mountain, his momentum was terrifying. His fists turned directly into afterimages as they launched attack after attack at Yan Cheng.

That fleeting distraction caused Yan Cheng to lose the initiative. For a time, he could only defend passively, retreating step by step. His expression shifted from initial ease, to Fang Cai's surprise, and now to utter seriousness.

The reason was simple. He had discovered that if he did not take this seriously... he would lose.

There was something wrong with this Chen Mo!

The force behind each punch nearly reached ten thousand jin, and he could launch them continuously. His Fist Technique left no flaw to be found.

Trying to reverse the situation through technique and experience was no longer very possible.

Yan Cheng discovered that aside from using Qi and Blood Power, he had no other solution. He was truly about to be beaten to death by random fists, like an old master overwhelmed by a flurry of blows.

Pressing his advantage without mercy, Chen Mo attacked wildly, leaving Yan Cheng no opening to counterattack. His pace was incredibly fast.

Thirty moves had long since passed, yet Chen Mo showed no intention of stopping whatsoever.

Yan Cheng had remained at a disadvantage the entire time, and his expression was extremely ugly. He had initially thought that Chen Mo was merely a Divine Strength Realm Martial Artist, and that using the strength of his Divine Valor Realm cultivation would be enough to suppress him. Now, however, it seemed that he had greatly underestimated Chen Mo's strength.

This spar had already lost its meaning. With the combat power Chen Mo had displayed, he could be called the second strongest person in the True Martial Arts School after Yan Cheng himself. What was there left to test?

The qi and blood throughout his body suddenly surged, gathering in his fist. Yan Cheng finally set aside the unwillingness in his heart and prepared to end this spar.

Within Chen Mo's sight, Yan Cheng's aura abruptly soared. His right claw seemed to have donned a Blood Red claw sleeve, radiating an incomparably dangerous aura.

At this moment, he held nothing back.

Tiger Leaps, Dragon Soars!

His right fist carried a Fist Wind as sharp as a blade. Like the roar of a Fierce Tiger, it blasted toward Yan Cheng's head.

Yan Cheng met it head-on at once.

As fist and claw collided, Chen Mo felt an immense force transmit from Yan Cheng's claw. The force was still within the limits he could withstand, but it seemed to strike the mountain to hit the ox beyond it, directly ignoring his outer defense and acting upon his flesh and bones.

If he had not broken through to the Divine Valor Realm, increasing the strength of his muscles and bones severalfold, his hand would likely already have been broken.

Reacting with extreme speed, Chen Mo instantly withdrew his hand. His feet burst forth with force as he pushed the Flying Swallow Steps to their limit, drifting more than ten meters away from Yan Cheng. Feeling the pain in his right hand, he decided not to continue.

"I lost."

"To force me to use the methods of the Qi and Blood Realm, the one who lost this spar should be me."

Yan Cheng was very frank. Before Chen Mo could respond, he spoke with absolute certainty.

"Chen Mo, you're actually a Divine Valor Realm Martial Artist!"

If he had not seen it with his own eyes and felt it for himself, he would never have believed that a fifteen-year-old youth had cultivated to the Divine Valor Realm. It was truly unbelievable. Even a remote place like Hequ County could produce a True Dragon!

Ignoring the surrounding disciples' already frozen expressions, Chen Mo looked directly at Yan Cheng and nodded calmly.

"I was fortunate enough to break through a few days ago."