119: Chapter 119 Great Strength! We must leverage our strength!

Accompanying a loud explosion, the solidified Qi energy erupted past Ouyang Qingfeng's head.

Chen Mo looked at Ouyang Qingfeng, who didn't even change his expression or raise a hand, and his face became incredibly complex.

"Not bad, your punch has a lot of strength. It seems my previous guess was correct."

"Even a Rank 5 Steel Bone Realm martial artist might not be as strong as you."

Ouyang Qingfeng was very satisfied with the power of Chen Mo's punch. Judging by this force, a Rank 4 would be seriously injured if they took such a hit.

The next moment, a wave of intense pain struck, but Ouyang Qingfeng didn't change his expression, just watching as Chen Mo swung another punch.

The Qi energy that erupted from the punch caused the entire arena to tremble, yet Ouyang Qingfeng, having taken the hit head-on, remained standing in place without moving.

Chen Mo deactivated Pain Entanglement and Pain Reversal, then stood back in place.

"What's wrong? You're stopping after just two punches?"

Ouyang Qingfeng looked at Chen Mo with amusement.

"I'm done, I'm done. The feeling of those two punches I just landed on you, Master, was too hard."

"If I keep hitting you, let alone hurting you, I'll probably break my own arms."

Chen Mo shook his head. Even when facing a Rank 6 Abyss War Commander and a Rank 7 Abyss Venerable before, he hadn't felt this powerless.

His punches at least provided some feedback when landing on those people, but hitting Ouyang Qingfeng was like hitting Mount Everest—it had absolutely no effect.

"Alright, after these two punches, I've basically figured out the path that suits you."

Ouyang Qingfeng didn't say much and beckoned to Chen Mo.

"The people have almost all arrived!"

Ouyang Qingfeng raised his voice, and the previously noisy arena instantly fell silent.

"I originally planned to give my speech after the lunch break, but since everyone is mostly here, I'll just say it now."

Ouyang Qingfeng's voice was like a booming bell, and everyone waited for the upcoming speech.

"Hmm..."

"On behalf of Daxia National Martial Arts University, I welcome all the new students."

"I am the principal of Daxia National Martial Arts University, Rank 9 Martial Saint Ouyang Qingfeng."

"You should all be very familiar with this kid standing next to me."

"Chen Mo, the first place in the National Joint Examination."

"At the same time, he is also my last closed-door disciple!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was shocked!

The Foundation Faction and the Limit Faction, who had previously planned to try and poach Chen Mo, instantly quieted down.

Chen Mo had become the principal's closed-door disciple; if they were to try and poach him now...

This behavior was no different from stealing someone's foundation, and Ouyang Qingfeng could beat them to death without them having any place to complain.

Not to mention that the old man was very traditional and placed extreme importance on the bond between master and disciple.

Unlike the new students who were full of shock and envy, the remaining six hundred or so senior students began to curiously size up Chen Mo.

Everyone knew that the principal only accepted closed-door disciples, and it was also common knowledge that he only accepted disciples with some form of physical defect.

But the senior students observed for a long time and couldn't see any defects on Chen Mo.

Let alone defects, this kid looked sturdier than them, the seniors...

Those arms thicker than their waists, a height of nearly three meters, and fists the size of his head...

Damn it, is this guy a fucking humanoid hundred-ton monster?

And just from those two punches earlier, many senior students wouldn't dare say they could take them steadily.

"Alright, we are all martial artists who let our fists do the talking, so I won't say any more nonsense."

Ouyang Qingfeng was not the type of principal to ramble on endlessly; after briefly saying a few words to encourage the new students, he intended to end the opening speech.

"For the first month, new students will be issued 300 merit points as a subsidy."

"But starting from the second month, the subsidy will return to 100 points. If you want more resources, go fight for them."

"National Martial Arts University encourages competition, but internal harm among fellow students is absolutely forbidden!"

"Healthy internal competition can help you progress faster, but infighting will only lead to internal depletion!"

"Everyone, disperse!"

Ouyang Qingfeng waved his hand and, without waiting for all the students to leave, took Chen Mo and left the arena.

"Kid, it was a good thing I took you to the arena."

Returning to the training ground, Ouyang Qingfeng casually threw two meditation cushions on the ground and sat down.

This was the first time Chen Mo had seen meditation cushions outside of a Taoist temple or monastery.

"If those two punches earlier had been in my small courtyard, I would probably have to apply for repair funds from the authorities again."

"I noticed that you seem to have mastered a very peculiar way of exerting force?"

Ouyang Qingfeng pulled a wine flask from somewhere unknown and poured a cup of medicinal wine for Chen Mo.

"Yeah, I figured it out myself."

Chen Mo nodded and drank the medicinal wine in the cup in one gulp.

"This technique is something only you can use; other people's muscle mass cannot support this level of compression."

Ouyang Qingfeng deeply agreed with Chen Mo's words; even he would have to think carefully if he wanted to use this technique.

"Compressing muscles to the extreme, and releasing all the compressed power at the peak state of that extreme."

"The destructive power of this punch is quite terrifying, but it is still a manifestation of your talent, Great Strength."

"And that other move of yours, the one where your skin splits open."

"It uses an extremely simple and brutal method to reconstruct muscle properties, but the effect is excellent."

"Good lad, you are truly amazing!"

Ouyang Qingfeng became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had found a peerless treasure.

"But..."

Chen Mo was stunned and quickly put down his wine cup, intending to listen carefully to what his master had to say.

"After my observation, you kid are simply not suited for any technique-based martial arts."

"What you need are explosive martial arts that maximize your power to the greatest extent!"

"Great Strength—you must utilize the advantage of Great Strength to the extreme!"

Ouyang Qingfeng became more and more excited as he spoke, finally thumping his own thigh.

"Technique is something used to make up for gaps in strength."

"And you, without needing any technique, can surpass all techniques just by maximizing your Great Strength."

"This is what is commonly known as breaking all laws with a single force!"

After saying this, Ouyang Qingfeng condensed a ball of dark red Qi and blood in his palm.

"But there is one thing you must pay attention to."

"It's fine that you like to swing your fists, but always remember one thing."

"A weapon is an extension of the body, and an excellent weapon can amplify your strength to a certain extent."

"Your fighting style is wide-open and heavy-handed, and what I want to do is not to change your fighting style."

"But rather to adapt to your fighting style and find the most suitable martial arts and the most suitable weapon for you."

The ball of Qi and blood in Ouyang Qingfeng's palm twisted rapidly, and after a few seconds, it turned into a six-sided golden melon hammer.

"This six-sided golden melon hammer fits your fighting style quite well."

"Or..."

The ball of Qi and blood in Ouyang Qingfeng's hand began to deform again, eventually wrapping around his hands to form a pair of gauntlets that looked exceptionally heavy.

"How about it? Interested?"