Su Yueling's First Battle

A simple, direct punch drove out!

No fancy moves—just pure strength and speed!

Hu Haobo gritted his teeth and crossed his arms to block again.

Bang!

As if he had been rammed by a massive log, Hu Haobo felt an irresistible force surge into him. Agony shot through his crossed arms, and his entire body left the ground, flying backward.

Li Mo pressed his advantage without mercy, striding after him and throwing another punch at Hu Haobo before he had even landed!

If that punch connected cleanly, Hu Haobo would be crippled even if he survived!

A figure swept onto the arena. It was Teacher Zhou Yun. She met Li Mo's fist with one hand.

With a soft puff, Li Mo's violent fist force sank like an ox into the sea, vanishing without a trace.

His massive body was pushed back half a step by that gentle force, and only then did a smile appear on his face.

Zhou Yun looked over Hu Haobo and checked his injuries.

"Both arms have bone fractures, and his internal organs are injured." Zhou Yun's brows knitted tightly, and she immediately signaled for the medical staff at the side to come up. "Take him down for treatment."

Hu Haobo's face was ashen, blood still leaking from the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Li Mo, who still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness.

He had completely misjudged Li Mo's strength. He had thought that even if there was a gap in life level, it would not be to this extent.

He had never expected Li Mo's explosive power to far exceed his imagination. He actually could not even take one punch!

He had heard that Xu Wuyi had once beaten him on Battle Net... How had he done it?

The AI announced at the right moment, "Li Mo, victory! Battle score: 84 points! Hu Haobo, 80 points!"

Li Mo shook his thick arms and ambled down from the arena, as if the battle just now had only been a warm-up. He even seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

The fight had ended too quickly, giving him almost no room to show what he could do, which had made his score a little low. It was actually not even higher than Xu Wuyi's.

However, the college entrance exam had taken this kind of situation into consideration, so each examinee had three chances to fight.

Of course, in the college entrance exam, the three battles were spread across three days. After each day's matches ended, a batch of examinees would choose to end their exam or withdraw due to injury.

But because there were not that many participants in the joint exam, examinees were allowed to sign up again immediately. Xu Wuyi had already signed up again earlier, and Li Mo did the same now.

Only Zhao Ding and Hu Haobo, who had been injured, could only wait until tomorrow to fight their next match.

Very soon, the system matched another A-rank exam battle.

Li Mo's luck was very good. He was selected once again.

And this time, the other name displayed on the battle screen made everyone's spirits jolt once more—United High School, Su Yueling!

The arena.

Li Mo looked at Su Yueling opposite him, her expression cool and distant, and grinned. "Su Yueling, how many of my punches can you take?"

Su Yueling did not speak. Her hands hung naturally at her sides, her fingertips slightly curled, and her gaze was so calm it seemed devoid of light.

"Begin!"

Li Mo used the same old routine, charging in and attacking ferociously. His fist, as large as a clay pot, smashed toward Su Yueling, trying to break skill with brute force.

However, Su Yueling's figure seemed to turn into a wisp of green smoke. Her steps were as light as though she were treading on clouds, and she avoided the punch by a hair's breadth.

The wind from the punch merely stirred the tips of her hair.

At the same time, she held her fingers together like a sword. A faint, almost imperceptible sharpness coiled around her fingertips, and with a soft hiss, she tapped toward the acupoint on Li Mo's wrist.

Li Mo's wrist went numb, and the force of his punch stalled slightly.

His skin was tough and his flesh thick, so the finger strike did not pierce his skin, but a sword shadow inexplicably appeared, bringing him a stab of pain.

"Mm?" Li Mo put away a trace of his contempt. This woman's finger technique was a little strange.

He roared, unleashing his fists. Like a violent storm, fist shadows wove into a sheet and enveloped Su Yueling.

But Su Yueling's movement technique was far too uncanny. She always dodged at the instant the fist shadows were about to touch her, avoiding them by the tiniest margin.

Li Mo felt like he was fighting a shadow. No matter how he struck, he could not hit her.

And Su Yueling never clashed head-on with Li Mo's fists. She always slipped in through openings, and even her finger techniques never truly struck Li Mo.

But every time her finger descended, the accompanying sword shadow left Li Mo with nowhere to dodge, and the wounds on his body rapidly multiplied.

At first, Li Mo could still withstand it with his abundant qi and blood. It only felt as if he had been pricked a few times by needles, nothing serious.

But gradually, he realized something was wrong.

Those cut areas slowly began to seep beads of blood.

Logically speaking, with his life level, such minor injuries should have quickly healed and scabbed over on their own. Yet right now, they instead showed signs of worsening.

"This is a cut on the mental level!"

Inside the VIP room, Chen Fan could not help crying out softly. "Her comprehension of the 'sword' concept can not only interfere with reality, but also displays the characteristic of wounds being unable to heal!"

Yan Hong nodded gravely. "Li Mo's defense showed an opening in front of her."

On the platform, Li Mo grew more and more stifled the longer he fought.

He had a body full of divine strength, yet he could not even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes.

And her seemingly light, drifting finger techniques kept adding tiny wounds to his body.

His movements began to slow, his breathing grew heavy, and his fist techniques were no longer as sharp as they had been at the start.

Su Yueling remained calm, like the most patient of hunters, continuously wearing down her prey's stamina and widening its injuries.

Time slipped by little by little, and the ten-minute time limit was about to arrive.

Li Mo's body was already covered in dozens of fine bloody marks, and his martial arts uniform was damaged in many places.

If not for his high life energy level, those wounds alone would have been enough to drain him dry like a pig being bled.

He roared again and again, erupting several times in an attempt to catch Su Yueling, but each time, she evaded him with exquisite footwork.

Finally, after forcibly twisting around to throw a punch, Li Mo stumbled. A point on his left leg that had been specially targeted sent a jolt of agony through him, leaving him almost unable to stand steady.

Just as he tried to force himself up again, Li Shuang had already arrived at his side and said directly, "We forfeit this match."

Li Mo gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness, but in the end, he could only accept the result.

If he kept fighting, his injuries would only worsen, and it might even affect the matches that came after. It was better to preserve his strength. In any case, his score would not be low.

The match was halted. Su Yueling slowly withdrew her stance, the sharp energy lingering around her fingertips dissipating. She gave Li Mo a slight nod, then floated off the stage.

The AI announced the result: "Su Yueling, victory! Match score: 88.5 points! Li Mo, match score: 87 points!"

Though he had lost, the terrifying strength and physique Li Mo displayed in battle still won him an extremely high score.

This followed the same model as the college entrance exam. The scoring was based on the examinee's actual performance, not victory or defeat.

So even if someone's luck was terrible and they ran into powerful opponents three matches in a row, as long as they fought hard, losing the match would not affect the final result.

Inside the VIP room, Yan Hong watched Su Yueling and Li Mo walk down from the platform one after another, then looked toward Honghe No. 1 High School's rest area. The rhythm of his fingers tapping sped up slightly.

Li Mo had already been defeated. Next, as long as Su Yueling defeated Xu Wuyi as well, she could naturally obtain the recommendation slot.

"She is that person's disciple, after all..."