108: Chapter 108 Welcome to the National Martial Arts University!

After Cui Shaoqiu left, Chen Mo remained seated, unmoving.

"Old Man Zhang, what was the point of all this?"

"Did you really think only dying in battle could make up for your mistakes?"

Chen Mo sighed deeply, reined in his emotions, and put a smile back on his face.

"Still, you had guts. You were a real man."

"I'll come visit you again when I have time."

Some answers can only be found once you become stronger.

Power. He needed more power.

National Martial Arts University was the place where he could obtain even greater power!

...

The train entered a mountainous region before nightfall.

His phone signal gradually became unstable, so Chen Mo frowned and put his phone away.

"We must be about to enter the signal-blocking zone of National Martial Arts University, right?"

"I guess we aren't far from National Martial Arts University now."

Shen Zhou looked at the scenery outside the window as the train slowly entered a pitch-black tunnel.

Wen Wan had fallen asleep leaning against the back of her seat, while Lin Ye and Xia Li were whispering about the tactics they might need and potential accidents that could occur.

Su Qingyue had her eyes closed, but Chen Mo knew she wasn't asleep.

Her fingers were rhythmically tapping against her thigh; she was preparing for what they were about to face.

Chen Mo reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a crayon drawing that looked like scribbles.

It was a drawing of himself, with his left arm three times thicker than his waist—his younger siblings' artistic skills were still terrible.

Governor Sun Jingan's words still echoed in his mind.

'Make your own choice…'

And what Cui Shaoqiu said…

'They never appeared…'

"So, what is National Martial Arts University actually like?"

Wang Jun rubbed his hands nervously; he was sitting in the seat behind Chen Mo.

"There are only rumors outside; there have never been any photos or anything to look at."

"Plus, I received a notice that we have to have a fight once we arrive. They say it's an old tradition at National Martial Arts University."

"There shouldn't be any school bullying, right?"

"What the hell do you know? Can you call what martial artists do bullying?"

Zhuo Jida chuckled.

"That's called sparring, just with a bit of a heavy hand."

"Isn't that just bullying?"

Zhao Tiezhu, who had fully recovered, replied in his signature bass voice.

Back then, Zhao Tiezhu had been completely engulfed in molten iron; if his muscles hadn't been thick enough, he would have been burnt to a crisp long ago.

But even though he had recovered, permanent burn scars remained on his face.

"Why are you so literal?"

Zhuo Jida was speechless. He was just trying to liven up the atmosphere; why did this old guy take it so seriously?

Chen Mo didn't join in, simply folding up the parting gift the children had given him and putting it back in his pocket.

After the National Joint Examination and the whole business with Old Man Zhang, Chen Mo had become much more composed.

Hmm...

At least he was much more composed now.

Outside the window, in the twilight, the magnificent complex of buildings gradually revealed its silhouette in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"We're here."

Chen Mo cast his gaze toward National Martial Arts University. It was both the highest institution of learning for all martial artists in Daxia and the ultimate fortress suppressing the most dangerous Abyssal Rift in all of Daxia.

Inside, there were things that could make him stronger, but there were also deadly dangers.

A true martial artist cannot be raised in a greenhouse; every martial arts academy suppresses an Abyssal Rift.

Only a martial artist who has been bathed in blood is a warrior in the true sense of the word.

The train began to slow down, and Wen Wan was awakened by the inertia of the braking.

On the station platform, a middle-aged man wearing a short martial arts outfit was watching the slowly stopping train with a smile on his face.

"Three Ghosts, the guests are here. Wake up."

The middle-aged man poked the youth beside him, and the youth, whose face was wrapped in bandages, slowly turned around.

The train came to a complete stop, and the doors opened.

Over a hundred people soon got off the train, carrying bags and luggage of all sizes.

"Everyone!"

With a shout, the previously somewhat noisy platform instantly fell silent.

"Welcome to the highest stage for Daxia's martial artists!"

"Daxia National Martial Arts University!"