100: Chapter 100 The Life Force in Your Belly

The award ceremony originally scheduled for today was canceled due to some "minor" accidents.

However, the results remain valid. This could be considered the most perilous National Joint Examination since the concept was first introduced.

If this situation had happened to any previous candidates, it would have resulted in heavy casualties, at the very least.

Yet this time, there happened to be a few candidates with exceptionally high aptitude who stubbornly held on until reinforcements arrived.

Inside the hospital room, Chen Mo, wrapped from head to toe in bandages, was lying on his hospital bed, bored out of his mind.

Beside him were Lin Ye, Shen Zhou, Su Qingyue, and Wen Wan.

The old patriarch of the Wen family stood at the hospital room door with a gloomy expression, his eyes immediately landing on the white-haired Wen Wan.

"Wan'er, what is going on?"

"Why did you overdraw your own life force!"

The old man of the Wen family walked up to Wen Wan, a glowing green light shining from his palm.

Wen Wan's hair returned to black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her aged little face immediately restored to its former appearance.

"Grandpa..."

Wen Wan shrank her neck; it was clear she was quite afraid of this Old Master Wen.

Old Master Wen did not speak, merely scanning the hospital room.

"It was you."

Old Master Wen's gaze locked onto the mummy-like Chen Mo, and with a flash, he appeared beside his hospital bed.

At this moment, Chen Mo's muscles were severely strained, his bones were essentially broken from head to toe, and his internal organs were shattered in multiple places; he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Old Master Wen scrutinized him, unable to even offer a greeting.

Chen Mo awkwardly twitched the corners of his mouth, managing to squeeze out a smile.

"There is now some of our Wen family's life force inside your body."

"?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room except for Wen Wan and Old Master Wen had a question mark appear over their heads.

Lin Ye and Shen Zhou immediately cast their gazes onto Chen Mo's lower abdomen, while Su Qingyue started a brainstorming session.

"Mmph! Mmph mph!"

Seeing this, Chen Mo knew these idiots had misunderstood, but he couldn't say a word and could only continue making muffled noises.

"Don't misunderstand; what I meant is that your injuries were healed by consuming Wan'er's life force."

"That child exerted herself too much and left quite a bit of extra life force inside your body."

"This life force... might just save your life at a critical moment."

"But if..."

Old Master Wen's expression turned serious, and Chen Mo stopped struggling, listening intently.

"One day, if this girl Wen Wan falls into a life-or-death crisis, I require you to save her at all costs."

"Even if you hear news of her death, you are not allowed to give up. The life force unique to Wan'er inside your body can reawaken her."

"Grandpa, stop it!"

Wen Wan's little face turned bright red, even her earlobes blushing to the point of dripping blood.

"Alright, alright, my Wan'er has grown up and can't bear to hear Grandpa talk about these things anymore."

Old Master Wen dropped his serious expression, walking over to Wen Wan with a chuckle and petting her little head.

"Grandpa, go help treat Xia Li, will you?"

Wen Wan pointed upstairs; Xia Li was still lying in the ICU.

Earlier, when she deflected Venerable Bai Ye's attack, it directly caused her Vector Deflection to shatter completely, backfiring on her.

In other words, Xia Li had used her small, frail body to block at least twenty percent of the damage for Chen Mo.

Do not underestimate this twenty percent of damage; this was an attack from a Venerable.

Except for a numerical monster with explosive physical strength like Chen Mo, who could take a seventh-rank attack while only at the first rank, any other martial artist would essentially disintegrate on the spot from such a blow.

"You don't need to tell me; I've already been there."

Old Master Wen gently patted Wen Wan's little head, his eyes filled with immense doting affection.

"The one whose internal organs were shaken into pulp, and the one who was burned to a medium-well state—I've saved them all."

"Rest assured, Grandpa won't let anything happen to your friends."

"Alright, there are other wounded who need my treatment. You little ones just stay here and recover well."

"Oh, right, there is one more thing."

Just as Old Master Wen reached the door and intended to push it open to leave, he suddenly turned back to look at them.

"Congratulations on achieving first place in the National Joint Examination. The admission letters for National Martial Arts University are already on their way."

"The admission letters will be sent directly to your homes. School officially starts on August 30th."

After finishing the last matter, Old Master Wen went off to attend to his own business.

The entire Luofeng Fortress needed him in too many places, and furthermore, until Commander Shen returned, he had to remain here to be responsible for keeping the Council of Venerables in check.

It was not that Commander Chu was too weak to bear the pressure alone, but rather that if that gluttonous monster developed a big appetite, it would be troublesome.

The forces in the Abyss were not just limited to Baiye City and the Council of Venerables; there were quite a lot of experts at the Martial King level, otherwise, the human race would not be in such a passive position.

Blue Star was in desperate need of more high-end combat power; this was why the Great Xia used such a nearly brutal method to screen for geniuses.

After Old Master Wen left, the few, who were already severely injured, quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that everyone had fallen asleep, Chen Mo opened his attribute panel.

[Name: Chen Mo]

[Age: 17]

[Strength: 485]

[Constitution: 457]

[Agility: 33]

[Luck: 2]

[Intelligence: 8]

[Blood Qi: 17915.6]

[Hammer Fist...]

[Iron Shirt...]

[Xuanwu Fist Lv10 (35/1100)]

[Muscle Compression Technique Lv40 (3349/4100)]

[Limit Disintegration Lv39 (1931/4000)]

[Special Skill: Pain Reversal (Cannot be upgraded)]

"Sigh, I've been slacking off lately..."

Chen Mo sighed; he had been too obsessed with the National Joint Examination recently, neglecting the growth of his skills, martial arts, and Blood Qi.

Moreover, he was now severely injured and would likely be unable to cultivate for a long time.

Time was tight, and he was still too weak.

When would he be able to easily crush a Venerable like Commander Chu? Only then could he be considered a true expert.

"My stats are still too low. If only I could maintain the stats I had when I beat up Venerable Bai Ye as my normal state."

Unfortunately, that state could not be replicated; the extreme pain had allowed Pain Reversal to bring him an unimaginable boost.

But Chen Mo really didn't want to experience that kind of pain again...