116: Chapter 116 Should we try to contact each other again?

Apart from the slightly strange style during the initial enrollment period, National Martial Arts University is actually much freer than ordinary martial arts academies.

The dormitory environment is also very good; they are all single rooms, complete with private bathrooms.

Perhaps because it considers that martial artists need some private space, and coupled with the fact that National Martial Arts University itself covers a massive area comparable to a prefecture-level city, all dormitories were designed as single rooms with private bathrooms.

Lin Ye and the others had long since arranged Chen Mo's dormitory for him: Room 101 on the first floor.

Under normal circumstances, National Martial Arts University is a four-year program, but at least thirty percent of the students cannot graduate.

After all, the graduation requirements for National Martial Arts University are extremely harsh; just the Sixth-Grade Steel Blood Realm alone holds many people back.

Furthermore, killing enemies accounts for a large portion of the weight in the graduation assessment, with very high requirements for the number of kills and the grade of the enemies.

Not to mention the requirements for strategic and tactical vision, as well as overall planning capabilities.

This supreme institution of learning for martial artists in the Great Xia does not just cultivate simple martial artists, but rather hexagon warriors.

Yet the Limit Faction runs completely contrary to the cultivation standards of National Martial Arts University.

They do not pursue strategic and tactical vision, nor do they care about overall planning capabilities; instead, they have taken the act of killing enemies to the extreme.

"Not joining either faction is equivalent to facing the pressure brought about by both factions simultaneously..."

Chen Mo lay on his bed, looking through the window at the quiet night sky outside, feeling considerable pressure.

...

At the same moment, the five deans of the Limit Faction gathered together.

"It is very troublesome; the first-place student who entered through the normal martial arts exam this time has joined the Foundation Faction."

"The first place of the National Joint Examination also did not join our Limit Faction. Our influence within National Martial Arts University is declining severely."

The five Eighth-Grade Martial Kings sat in the conference room, frowning, their faces filled with worry.

With the principal, a Rank 9 Martial Saint, suppressing them from above, it was impossible for them to personally step in and compete.

They could only let the students of the Limit Faction under them compete with the Foundation Faction, which was very troublesome.

The Limit Faction does indeed have the upper hand over the Foundation Faction in terms of top-tier combat power, but it cannot overcome the fact that the Foundation Faction has more people.

"Let's focus on cultivating those three from Chen Mos Squad."

Finally, Xiao Fangming, the dean of the Weaponry Academy, raised his head and made a decision out of helplessness.

"Those three have talents very suitable for combat, and they also lean towards support."

"You can also see that the core of Chen Mos Squad is Chen Mo; he is the sharp blade in the squad specifically for killing enemies."

"But since this sharp blade hasn't joined us, are you planning to cultivate the hilt?"

"What are you thinking?"

Qiu Zhengyi, the dean of the Law and Order Academy, shook his head, feeling that Xiao Fangming's idea was not very appropriate.

"Let's talk about this in a few days; I will go and try to persuade Chen Mo again."

"Perhaps I can snatch Chen Mo away from our principal?"

Xiao Fangming spread his hands; this was all they could do for now.

"If you aren't afraid of the principal beating you, then go. In any case, if you get beaten, we certainly won't help you plead for mercy."

Qiu Zhengyi rolled his eyes. Wanting to snatch someone from the principal was not just a fantasy; it was complete nonsense.

To say nothing else, Principal Ouyang could slap you into a human spinning top with a single strike.

"But actually, I feel it's okay."

Xiao Fangming scratched his face awkwardly; he had indeed been a bit impulsive just now, actually wanting to snatch someone from the principal.

"At the very least, the people around Chen Mo have basically joined the Limit Faction."

"Perhaps influenced by that kid Chen Mo's combat style, our Limit Faction is actually quite popular among the freshmen this year..."

Just as the five leaders of the Limit Faction were feeling uneasy, the six deans of the Foundation Faction were equally uncomfortable.

"It's troublesome, it's troublesome. Why are the freshmen of this batch all acting like reckless fools?"

"Do they not understand the principle of 'accumulate grain widely, wait to claim the throne'?"

Fang Xiaoming, the head of the Logistics Department, rubbed his remaining few hairs vigorously, unable to understand why this batch of freshmen liked that group of lunatics from the Limit Faction so much.

"Old Fang, you are just worried and confused. Can't you see the reason?"

Lu Zhen, the dean of the Heavenly Secrets Academy, sighed and pointed to a photo on the table.

"That kid Chen Mo has already become an absolute idol for the young martial artists of today; many people have started to imitate his combat style."

"This is the influence brought about by the idol effect. For at least the next few batches of students, they will all lean more towards the Limit Faction."

Once these words were spoken, the conference room immediately fell into silence.

"Sigh..."

"The youngsters nowadays are becoming more and more radical; they are all eager to rush directly into the abyss and blow themselves up with the Abyssal Race."

"Have they not considered the supply issues and aftermath issues of cross-boundary warfare..."

The few old men were full of worry; if this trend continued, their Foundation Faction would be finished sooner or later.

If it weren't for the fact that they are currently maintaining the balance within National Martial Arts University, those reckless brutes from the Limit Faction would have already led people to slaughter their way into the abyss.

"We can only say let nature take its course."

"We are getting old, and the future will sooner or later have to be handed over to those children."

"It is enough to just try our best to help them deal with the aftermath."

Fang Xiaoming sighed; he could understand that young people are hot-blooded and impulsive, prone to losing their heads. After all, he was like that when he was young.

But... after truly witnessing the cruelty of the battlefield, his thoughts changed a little.

Watching that group of twenty-something youths die in front of his eyes, it was only at that moment that he realized the preciousness of life.

From then on, he dedicated himself to exchanging for greater combat results with minimal or even zero losses.

Their Foundation Faction is not cowardly; when it is time to go up, they are more ruthless than anyone else.

They just do not wish to see that kind of tragedy from the past again.

"Let's contact Chen Mo again tomorrow. If we can persuade him, it will also be beneficial for the current stability."

"As for the work on the principal's side, we will have to trouble Dean Lu. Anyway, you are very resistant to beatings..."

The night passed quickly, and the first day after arriving at National Martial Arts University officially began.

In the Tactical Cognition class, Lin Ye and the others searched around but could not find any trace of Chen Mo.

"No way, skipping class on the first day of school?"

"Is Chen Mo being a bit too arrogant?"

Lin Ye pondered for a moment and finally reached a conclusion.

This kid is probably hanging out with the principal, so he doesn't need to worry about credit issues.

"It shouldn't be; he is not that kind of person."

Wen Wan shook her head, and without even thinking, she started speaking up for Chen Mo.

"Oh, oh, oh, we can't even talk about Chen Mo now~"

That jerk Zhuo Jida started being sarcastic immediately. Upon hearing this, Wen Wan's little face instantly turned red.

She didn't know why, but just now, defending Chen Mo was completely her instinctual reaction...