118: Chapter 118 Kid! Let me see what you're capable of!

"Oh, right, right, how is Grandpa Dean doing now..."

Ouyang Qingfeng did not disturb Chen Mo and Xueni's reunion, but stood not far away, watching his two closed-door disciples with a beaming smile.

A full hour later, the two were no longer as excited and gradually calmed down.

"Master, Master, I'm a First-Grade Martial Artist now~"

Upon seeing Chen Mo, Xueni finally revealed the charming playfulness unique to a little girl.

She stood in front of Ouyang Qingfeng with her hands on her hips, waiting for her Master's praise.

"Xueni is doing great, but don't get arrogant. Only when you reach the Middle Three Ranks will you be able to help your Brother Mo."

Ouyang Qingfeng was also exceptionally fond of this charming Xueni.

He reached out and gently rubbed Xueni's hair, crouched down, and said slowly.

"Isn't Brother Mo currently a Second-Grade... First-Grade?"

Xueni looked at Chen Mo with some confusion; she had never been very clear about Brother Mo's cultivation rank.

"To be precise, I am still a First-Grade Martial Artist right now, because I haven't gone to get my Second-Grade certification."

Chen Mo shrugged; with one thing after another, he never had a moment of free time.

"The opponents who can threaten your Brother Mo now are all Middle Three Rank martial artists. Do you still think a First-Grade Martial Artist is very powerful?"

As an old antique who had lived for over a hundred years, Ouyang Qingfeng had always upheld the educational philosophy that one could only go far by remaining humble and patient.

Chen Mo was different; as a youth of the new era, he naturally mastered the art of praising others.

"Xueni, you've rested enough and acted spoiled enough. Now hurry up and practice the basic spear techniques I taught you while your Qi and blood are still hot."

"I still need to test the caliber of your Brother Mo to see what kind of movement techniques and hard qigong are more suitable for him."

As a master, Ouyang Qingfeng was still very strict, putting one hundred percent of his effort into every one of his closed-door disciples.

"Alright, Master~"

Xueni picked up her long spear, greeted Chen Mo, and then ran off with a patter of footsteps.

"Alright kid, now it's just the two of us left."

Ouyang Qingfeng turned to look at Chen Mo, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Let's go, let me see exactly how much substance our National Joint Examination champion really has."

Observing Chen Mo's battles was ultimately just observation; only by truly sparring with him could he make the best judgment.

This was his last closed-door disciple, and whether it was martial arts, movement techniques, or hard qigong, it all had to be a perfect fit.

"Alright, Master, please don't go too hard on me later."

Chen Mo had confronted an Abyss War Commander head-on and knew full well the gap between himself and high-rank martial artists.

That was only the peak of the Middle Three Ranks; now, he was about to face the absolute pinnacle of the entire martial artist system.

A Rank 9 Martial Saint!

...

The Wuda Sports Center arena, a massive arena capable of holding tens of thousands of people at once, was now packed to capacity.

No one knew who had spread the word that Chen Mo was going to spar with the Principal, but it was likely only that girl Xueni who could have spread it.

"Holy crap, has Chen Mo gone crazy?"

"He's going to fight a Rank 9 Martial Saint?"

Upon getting the news, Lin Ye and the others didn't even attend class and all ran to the sports center to watch the commotion.

"Has he really gotten ahead of himself? To actually dare to spar with a Rank 9 Martial Saint?"

Even Su Qingyue was completely bewildered, not knowing what could have given Chen Mo such immense courage.

Down on the central ring, Ouyang Qingfeng stood with his arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head helplessly.

"Master, with so many people watching... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Although Chen Mo was thick-skinned, he still had some regard for the occasion.

"It's fine, let them watch if they want to."

"Besides, it's perfect; let everyone know that you have become my last closed-door disciple."

Ouyang Qingfeng didn't mind; after all, he wouldn't be the one getting beaten up in a moment.

"What, is the National Joint Examination champion afraid of being watched?"

Chen Mo didn't say anything more and simply took off his shirt.

His own strength was too great; if he exerted too much force, this new outfit would be ruined on the spot.

It was fortunate that Chen Mo didn't know leg techniques, otherwise, these trousers that had accompanied him for four years and had just been tamed would have also vanished into the wind.

"Come!"

"Kid, let me see what you're capable of!"

Seeing this, Ouyang Qingfeng also laughed, still standing in place with his arms crossed.

No one knew what Ouyang Qingfeng had done, but in an instant, the entire arena went silent.

Su Qingyue blinked her eyes repeatedly, but she was completely unable to activate her True Sight Eye.

"My, my talent is gone!?"

It wasn't just her; apart from the Ascetic Martial Artists present, almost all the Talent-based Martial Artists fell into a panic.

But!

Chen Mo, standing in the center of the arena, remained unmoved. He saw his Qi and blood surging throughout his body, and the black Black Tortoise Armor instantly covered him.

Ouyang Qingfeng examined the Black Tortoise Armor on Chen Mo's body; it was actually the first time he had seen this martial skill.

"I can recognize that your starting stance is the Xuanwu Fist, that little brat, Governor Sun Jingan's signature boxing technique."

"But this turtle shell... this is the first time I've seen it."

"Heh, this is a branch martial skill I comprehended incidentally while studying the Xuanwu Fist."

Chen Mo chuckled; to be able to make a Rank 9 Martial Saint feel like it was the first time seeing it, it could only be said that it was worthy of being the evolved Xuanwu Fist.

"Stop the chatter and make your move quickly."

Ouyang Qingfeng waved his hand, and just as he finished speaking, an explosive sound rang out in the arena.

Limit Disintegration!

Compression!

Super Compression!

Chen Mo erupted with his maximum speed and power, and a vicious Spirit Snake strike slammed toward Ouyang Qingfeng's face!