109: Chapter 109: The Old Tradition, Let's Cool Down Everyone

"I presume you dear students must be exhausted from the long journey?"

"And having been admitted to the Daxia National Martial Arts University, you're likely at your most confident, aren't you?"

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zou Zhiyang, and the academy's higher-ups have asked me to give you all a proper welcome."

Zou Zhiyang smiled slightly and stepped aside.

"So, according to the tradition of our National Martial Arts University, we need your seniors to help you cool down."

"Three Ghosts, come out and greet your juniors."

Everyone tensed up. Zou Zhiyang's mention of "cooling down" certainly didn't mean offering them herbal tea; it was highly likely that the seniors were here to beat them up.

But... there were over a hundred of them here. For one person to fight over a hundred of them seemed a bit too arrogant, didn't it?

A few seconds passed, and the train slowly pulled away, but the Three Ghosts Zou Zhiyang had mentioned still hadn't appeared.

"Sigh..."

Zou Zhiyang sighed and kicked the pillar behind him.

The slight vibration seemed to disturb something, and a massive figure slowly stood up.

No, not one figure, but three.

Including Chen Mo, everyone instinctively took a step back.

The burly man in the lead had no ears. Where ears should have been on the sides of his skull, there was only intact skin and bone, without any holes or indentations.

The tall, thin youth behind him was even more bizarre. From below the brow bone to above the cheekbones, where the eye sockets should have been, there was only smooth skin.

There were no indentations, no scars, and no slits. That face was covered directly by a single sheet of skin from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, making Chen Mo's skin crawl.

Finally, a thin, short figure appeared behind the burly man's thigh. This person looked normal at first...

No! He wasn't normal either!

The upper half of his face was perfectly normal, but the lower half, where his lips should have been, was covered by intact skin.

He didn't even have a jawbone; only the nasal feeding tube next to his nostrils glinted.

"I won't let other seniors bully you, so I've found three disabled individuals to help you cool down."

Zou Zhiyang patted the burly man on the shoulder.

"Let me introduce them to you. This is Jiang Zhi, the eldest of the Three Ghosts, the Deaf Ghost. His talent is called 'Ghost of Strength'."

"The one without eyeballs is named Jiang Jue, the second of the Three Ghosts, the Blind Ghost. His talent is called 'Ghost of Perception'."

"And the last one, who looks thin and small like a minor, is named Mute Ghost Jiang Ting, the third of the Three Ghosts. His talent is called 'Ghost of Spirit'."

"Now, let the Three Ghosts help you cool down."

With that, the Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi stepped forward and beckoned to the hundred-plus people.

"Come!"

Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi's voice was very strange. Although it was just one word, the "Come" fluctuated in pitch, sounding both like a hiss and a low growl.

The newly enrolled students looked at each other, unsure whether they should make a move.

Mute Ghost Jiang Ting took out his tablet, swiped his fingers quickly, and showed what he had just written to the freshmen.

"There is no need to feel pity for us. You and I are both martial artists; let's have a fair, head-on fight!"

"Chen Mo, should we attack?" Seeing that they had said so themselves, Lin Ye immediately became excited.

Being brought here to give them a harsh lesson meant that these Three Ghosts brothers must be very strong.

"Since they're asking for it, let's give it a try."

Chen Mo took off his shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his upper body and several gruesome scars.

Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi was half a head taller than him, likely standing at nearly three meters tall.

"By the way, Teacher Zou." Chen Mo turned to look at Zou Zhiyang, who was watching the spectacle from not far away, and asked curiously.

"What rank of martial artists are these three seniors?"

"I need to control my strength so I don't break them."

Chen Mo clenched his fists, producing a crackling sound.

This wasn't the sound of his knuckles rubbing together, but the popping sound of the air in his palm being crushed!

"Feel free to go all out. The three of them are all Fourth-Rank Steel Skin realm martial artists, and they are only one year older than you all."

Zou Zhiyang knew of Chen Mo; the entire university knew about how he dared to throw punches at a Venerable.

His monstrous strength was also common knowledge, which was why he had called over Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi.

Both of them possessed physical-type talents, though it remained to be seen who was stronger.

"Alright." Chen Mo nodded and beckoned to Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi.

Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi's lips curled up, his muscles bulged, and the ground beneath his feet cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

Seeing this, Chen Mo also grew excited. This was the first time he had met a peer willing to go head-to-head with him.

Boom! The ground beneath both their feet exploded simultaneously, and their fists collided at the same moment!

A violent shockwave erupted, instantly blowing all hundred-plus freshmen away.

Thump, thump, thump! Chen Mo retreated three steps, leaving three clear footprints in the ground.

Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi was sent flying backward, a look of shock on his face as he stared at his fractured fist.

"Holy sh*t..." Zou Zhiyang's eyes widened. He had guessed Chen Mo was strong, but he hadn't expected him to be this strong.

Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi was among the most physically formidable students in the entire National Martial Arts University, yet today he had been repelled by a freshman?

Damn it, just how much strength does this kid have?

Chen Mo shook his hand; that last punch had hurt him quite a bit too.

"Come!" Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi seemed to only know how to say this one word. He also shook his hand and charged up again.

Chen Mo felt his whole body heating up, and he became exceptionally excited.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump! Their fists collided frantically like two heavy hammers. The violent shockwaves forced the freshmen to lie on the ground to prevent being blown away.

The ground seemed to be peeled away layer by layer like a scraper, and the surrounding ground began to sink under the force of their collision.

"Hey, you little guy over there! Tell your big brother, that's not enough strength!"

The muscles in Chen Mo's arm compressed instantly—super compression!

He threw out a compressed heavy punch, heavier than any before. Deaf Ghost Jiang Zhi's arm twisted instantly, and he flew out like a cannonball.

"Chen Mo is becoming more and more of a monster..." Wang Jun wiped the sweat from his brow, muttering to himself as he watched Chen Mo, who still looked full of excitement even with his bones exposed.

"I feel the same way. His talent doesn't seem to be just about having great strength; it feels like it's mixed with a bit of a Berserker..."

Zhuo Jida nodded in agreement. He had seen plenty of people who got more excited the more they fought, but this was the first time he'd seen someone who went crazier the more it hurt and more frenzied the more they were injured...

"Do we really not need to go up and help?" Lin Ye asked while lying on the ground, his hands gripping the cracks in the platform for dear life.

"How do you propose we help?"

"The shockwave from them clashing fists alone blew us away, and besides, it looks like they don't need us right now."

Su Qingyue rolled her eyes, feeling somewhat uncomfortable inside.

Chen Mo's rate of progress was too fast; they had already been left far behind by Chen Mo.

If they didn't work harder, they might really end up parting ways with Chen Mo...