111: Chapter 111 Please don't unleash your full power again...

But as time passed, the situation gradually began to feel wrong.

The Three-Faced Ghost, who had originally been beaten unilaterally by Chen Mo, gradually straightened its body. The speed at which its six fists swung was getting faster and faster, even managing to keep up with the speed of Chen Mo's punches.

"Your combat experience is still too lacking. Can't you even see the changes that occurred after the Three Ghosts merged into the Three-Faced Ghost?"

Zou Zhiyang shook his head. Even after experiencing the incident at Luofeng Fortress, these kids were still too green.

"When the Three Ghosts are separated, they each have their own pros and cons, but after merging, the three become one. He will become a fighting machine without any weaknesses."

"Even if suppressed at the beginning, he can turn the tide of battle by adapting to the rhythm of the fight."

"As long as you can't pin down and kill the Three Ghosts within the first two minutes, and don't have the strength to absolutely suppress him, then just wait to be worn down to death by him."

After Zou Zhiyang finished speaking, Chen Mo's expression turned ugly.

His Limit Disintegration had only three seconds left, and the duration of his Pain Reversal was also running out.

If he really couldn't pin him down and kill him directly, he would likely be the one to lose in the end.

Damn it, how did these three guys evolve into Mahoraga after merging?

Three seconds later, the duration of Limit Disintegration ended, and Pain Reversal also lost its effect at the same moment.

A piercing, excruciating pain struck him, and Chen Mo hurriedly stopped using the strange art, Pain Entanglement.

"Kid, don't think you are the strongest genius."

The corners of Zou Zhiyang's mouth curled up; he could see that what Chen Mo had just displayed was only a short-term burst of power.

"The heroes of the world are as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river."

"With a population of two billion in Daxia, even if one genius like you appears in every one hundred million people, there would still be at least twenty of them!"

"If you are only a genius that appears one in every ten million, then there are a full two hundred of them in all of Daxia!"

"Kid! This is Daxia National Martial Arts University! All the geniuses of Daxia are gathered here!"

With a loud boom, Chen Mo's entire body turned into a shooting star and flew into the sky.

Zou Zhiyang also breathed a sigh of relief; he was genuinely afraid that this kid might still be able to burst out with more power even at this point.

Then he would really have nowhere to put his old face.

He was supposed to give these freshmen a wake-up call, but he almost got counter-killed by one of them.

Pfft!

But before Zou Zhiyang could rejoice, the Three Ghosts behind him made a sound like a leaking balloon.

Realizing something was wrong, Zou Zhiyang quickly turned his head and saw that the Three-Faced Ghost had already disintegrated, with the Deaf Ghost, Blind Ghost, and Mute Ghost lying on the ground, having lost consciousness.

"Damn it..."

Zou Zhiyang's old face darkened; he had really lost face this time.

But fortunately, at least they weren't beaten to a pulp on the spot; they were just exhausted after the battle ended.

"Alright, let's end the welcoming ceremony here."

Zou Zhiyang sighed; he seemed to have misjudged this freshman from the physical cultivation system.

He might not be a one-in-ten-million genius, nor a one-in-a-hundred-million genius, but rather that one-in-a-billion.

Just like the number one in the academy, who is so strong that even teachers like them feel a headache.

You have to know that the weakest instructors at Daxia National Martial Arts University are Rank 6 Steel Blood Realm martial artists, and more commonly, they are Rank 7 Grandmasters.

A student who can make a Rank 7 Grandmaster feel a headache, and is only twenty-one years old—one can imagine how terrifying his talent is.

"Remember, the National Martial Arts University is full of hidden talents. Keep a low profile after entering, otherwise, Chen Mo will be your fate..."

"Hmm... probably?"

Zou Zhiyang himself wasn't sure if Chen Mo's state was good or bad, but he could only pray that these freshmen wouldn't learn from Chen Mo.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office of the National Martial Arts University.

Unlike a normal office, the principal's office at the National Martial Arts University had an independent conference room.

Looking at the darkened screen, the old man sitting in the head seat chuckled.

"How are they, this batch of freshmen?"

"These one hundred and twenty people all fought their way in through the National Joint Examination, and there are still eighty people who were admitted who haven't arrived yet."

"Should we prepare a Rank 6 senior student to loosen their skin for them?"

The old man leaned against the back of his soft chair, looking not much different from an old hooligan.

The twelve people below didn't make a sound, but the expressions of the five sitting on the left were even more colorful.

"Alright, I won't make things awkward for you anymore."

The old man shook his head and turned his head again to look at the large screen that had already gone dark.

"Don't think I don't know about the little tricks you have going on behind the scenes."

"The Limit Faction and the Foundation Faction, huh."

"The names you've come up with are quite interesting."

"You can divide this batch of freshmen among yourselves, but there is only one requirement."

The old man's expression became serious, as if some bad things had happened in the past due to fighting over people.

"Internal fighting is not allowed; this is my bottom line."

"Competition can occur between Daxia martial artists, but internal fighting is absolutely forbidden!"

"Do you understand?"

The twelve people below nodded simultaneously; they all knew that Daxia absolutely did not allow vicious incidents like internal fighting to occur.

Competition is the instinct of a martial artist, and healthy competition can promote a martial artist's growth.

But internal fighting is different; it only leads to internal consumption, and in the end, it only benefits outsiders.

"Alright, dismissed."

The old man waved his hand, and the twelve people below disappeared at the same moment.

"Tsk tsk tsk, a group of interesting freshmen has arrived."

"I hope you can bring some fun to my boring days."

...

At night, Chen Mo sat up with a start.

"What the f*ck!?"

Looking at the white bed surroundings and the various instruments attached to his body, Chen Mo realized that he had ended up in the hospital again.

"Awake?"

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in Chen Mo's ear, and Chen Mo pulled back the bed curtain to look at the source of the sound.

"Are you... Blind Ghost Jiang Ting?"

"Or was it Jiang Zhi?"

The Blind Ghost's expression stiffened. Did this person not even remember his name?

"I am Jiang Jue..."

"Oh, oh, oh, what's the situation now?"

Chen Mo pulled off the magnetic pads on his body and got out of bed to stretch his body.

"You were knocked unconscious by our punch, and the three of us fainted from exhaustion."

"Simply put, it was a draw between you and the three of us."

The Blind Ghost spread his hands and sat up from the bed as well.

"But in reality, the vast majority of the injuries were borne by our eldest brother; I only bore the damage caused by your strange art."

"Here, take this."

Saying this, the Blind Ghost very precisely handed a mobile phone from the bedside table to Chen Mo.

"This is our National Martial Arts University's internal dedicated device; outside mobile phones have no signal within the National Martial Arts University."

"You missed the branch assignment by the various deans, but presumably, they have already sent you the invitation letters."

Chen Mo didn't know what an invitation letter was, nor did he know what the branch assignment was about, but he still opened the Martial Arts University's dedicated device in his hand.

As it turned on, more than half of the screen was occupied by an invitation letter.

No, not one, but three.

"How is it? Did the Foundation Faction or the Limit Faction send you an invitation letter?"

The Blind Ghost was a bit curious; he could perceive the outside world through the vibration of the air, but he couldn't perceive what was on Chen Mo's phone screen.

"Hmm..."

"To be precise, it's three parties."

Chen Mo rubbed his chin, opened all three invitation letters, and took a look at them one by one.

"[Random mission triggered!]"

"[Choice!]"

"[Please choose one of the three parties for the host to join; the final reward will be linked to the faction chosen by the host!]"

"[The quality of the reward will not be affected by the final choice, but the content of the reward will be affected by the final choice!]"