12: Chapter 12 What does a final score of 99999 mean?

"The upper limit of our equipment here is 99999. Martial Artists with scores above 100,000 must go to the provincial capital for certification."

"So, your combat score is only 99999; anything higher cannot be detected."

"However, this is enough. Congratulations on becoming a First-Grade Martial Artist."

"Also, you don't need to pay for the simulation room you punched into pieces; that's covered in the Martial Education Bureau's loss budget."

The staff member looked at Chen Mo as if he were a monster, handed him his Martial Artist certificate, and then scurried away.

"Hmm... not bad?"

Chen Mo looked at the '99999' on his Martial Artist certificate and sighed with slight dissatisfaction.

Principal Liu Zhifeng: "?" Zhuo Jida: "?" Wang Jun: "?"

A question mark appeared over all three of their heads simultaneously. What did he mean by the limit being 99999?

In other words... Chen Mo's combat power was as high as 99999???

Unlike the three shocked individuals, Su Qingyue, standing to the side, was not surprised by this result.

"Wait a minute!" Zhuo Jida stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at Chen Mo with wide eyes.

"He said you just punched the simulation room to pieces???"

"Yeah, what about it?"

Chen Mo really didn't understand; why was this guy always so jumpy?

Including Su Qingyue, the four of them fell into deep thought as they looked at the simulation room, which had exploded like popcorn.

As everyone knows, popcorn is an explosion caused by excessive internal pressure.

Now that the simulation room had exploded like popcorn, it was easy to imagine what had just happened...

"Principal, when will my subsidy for this month arrive?"

Chen Mo didn't care about anything else; right now, he only cared about when he would get his 2,000-yuan subsidy.

After all, the children at the Orphanage still needed this money for medicine and medical treatment.

The children at the Orphanage were basically all abandoned by their parents, so they all had some kind of health issues.

It could even be said that the only relatively healthy person in the entire Chenguang Orphanage was Chen Mo.

"Uh..." "Within two hours, I suppose?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng's brain hadn't caught up yet, so he replied mechanically.

"That's fine. Are we going back now?"

Chen Mo was instantly happy. With this 2,000 yuan, he could definitely buy some junk food like fried chicken for his younger siblings to satisfy their cravings.

"Yes, let's go back."

Principal Liu Zhifeng stood up mechanically, mechanically led Chen Mo and the others to the car, mechanically stepped on the gas, and mechanically returned to the school.

It wasn't until the two returned to the strength training room that Principal Liu Zhifeng finally came back to his senses.

"Chen Mo, let me see your Martial Artist certificate."

Principal Liu Zhifeng extended a trembling hand and took the Martial Artist certificate that Chen Mo handed over.

Seeing the glaring '99999' on it, Principal Liu Zhifeng almost passed out from shock.

"Calm down, I need to calm down." "Hehehe..." "Hahahaha!!!" "F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!!"

"I'd like to see which martial high school in Luo City can compete with my Third High School this year!"

Chen Mo looked at Principal Liu Zhifeng, who had suddenly started acting crazy, and shrank back in fear.

"Kid!" "Aren't you short on money?" "If you can take first place in this year's City-level Joint Exam, I will reward you with 100,000 on my own behalf!"

"The school will also reward you, starting at 100,000!"

Principal Liu Zhifeng stood up abruptly and grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder.

"Hiss!" Chen Mo's right shoulder was already injured, and Principal Liu Zhifeng's pat made him hiss in pain.

"Sorry, sorry, is your right arm injured again?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng quickly let go, looking at Chen Mo with a face full of concern.

"Yeah, I used too much force. Those robots couldn't take a hit, so I strained my right arm."

Chen Mo didn't try to hide it; after all, it was swollen and couldn't be hidden.

"Wait here, I'll go to the school infirmary and get you a bottle of repair fluid."

Principal Liu Zhifeng left Chen Mo behind and disappeared, returning a few minutes later with a small bottle of medicine.

"Once your arm injury heals, I'll take you and Wang Jun to the Abyssal Rift to get some combat experience."

"By the way, what exactly happened just now? How did you manage to punch the simulation room to pieces?"

"Also, I vaguely heard something inside saying that something was still rising. Are you hiding something you learned from me?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng had been pondering this the whole way and now could no longer suppress his curiosity.

"Hmm..." Chen Mo thought for a moment and extended his left arm. "Principal Liu, this is likely what you're talking about."

With that, Chen Mo's originally thick left arm compressed instantly, becoming a whole size thinner than before.

"Hmm!?" Principal Liu Zhifeng's eyes widened as he looked at the arm, which was gleaming with a metallic luster. His expression shifted from disbelief to realization.

"So that's it. It really is a physical-type talent."

"In this compressed state, your defensive capability increases, but your flexibility decreases, right?"

"After all, the muscle density has increased, but the muscle strength remains the same, so moving will be slightly more clumsy."

This time it was Chen Mo's turn to be surprised; he hadn't expected Principal Liu Zhifeng to guess so accurately.

"Alright, your subsidy should have arrived by now." "I'll transfer another 5,000 yuan to you; buy something good to nourish yourself."

Looking at the 7,000 yuan in his account, Chen Mo felt full of gratitude.

"Three days. I'll give you three days to rest." "In three days, I'll take you and Wang Jun to the C-level Abyssal Rift in our Luo City to get some combat experience."

"Rest well for these three days. I want to see you full of energy when the time comes."

Patting Chen Mo on the back, Principal Liu Zhifeng planned to take Chen Mo back to the Chenguang Orphanage.

"Principal Liu, could you stop at K-FC for a moment later? I want to buy some burgers and fried chicken to take back."

"Sure, but wouldn't it cost you 10,000 yuan just to eat your fill at K-FC alone?"

"It's not for me to eat; I'm getting it to provide some extra nutrition for my younger siblings."

Upon hearing this, Principal Liu Zhifeng didn't say anything more; he just nodded silently and transferred another 1,000 yuan to Chen Mo.