125: Chapter 125 High Investment, High Return!

Outside the high-pressure blood qi chamber, Ouyang Qingfeng looked troubled, his face full of self-doubt.

"Is it my problem?"

"I've tried over thirty movement techniques, why can't he learn them?"

Ouyang Qingfeng looked up, watching Chen Mo inside the high-pressure blood qi chamber, starting to doubt his life again and again.

Ouyang Qingfeng had been teaching for twenty-seven years and had taken on eight disciples. Except for Chen Mo, all the other disciples understood things the moment he explained them.

He was quite confident in his teaching ability, and he even dared to say that his teaching methods and martial arts knowledge reserve were the highest on the entire Blue Star.

But everything changed when he met this freak, Chen Mo.

This kid learned straightforward and violent martial arts in a flash, but when it came to movement techniques and footwork, he turned into a blockhead.

He had tried every possible method but couldn't get Chen Mo to learn even a single movement technique or footwork; he had even tried the most basic Mantis Step, but the kid just couldn't learn it.

"Damn..."

Ouyang Qingfeng rubbed his brow, intending to bring out his trump card footwork.

To be honest, this thing didn't even count as footwork; at best, it was a method for exerting force.

But so his disciple wouldn't be stuck at the Second Grade forever, Ouyang Qingfeng had no choice but to use this humiliating method to help Chen Mo bluff his way through the Third Grade certification.

As one of the most respected figures in the entire Great Xia, Ouyang Qingfeng would never let his disciple cheat, but he could find a way to fudge it.

It was just like when Chen Mo was a high school student in his past life, nearing the college entrance exam, the teacher would always say, if you can't do it, just crane your neck and take a peek...

Inside the high-pressure blood qi chamber, beads of blood seeped out from Chen Mo's skin.

The piercing pain, like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart, stimulated every nerve in Chen Mo's body, and he was biting his teeth so hard they were about to shatter.

This was his eleventh hour and fifty-five minutes in the high-pressure blood qi chamber, already breaking the record for the longest time anyone at the National Martial Arts University had endured inside.

There had been no shortage of deans and instructors from various colleges coming to watch the excitement, but Ouyang Qingfeng had chased them all away in the end.

Under the triple reinforcement of the 2.5x acceleration card, the Third Grade blood qi pill, and the high-pressure blood qi chamber, Chen Mo's right arm had begun to undergo a transformation.

But to be honest, the high-pressure blood qi chamber's boost to the total blood qi volume wasn't that significant, only about 300 points per hour.

In twelve hours, it had increased by at most 3,600 points; after all, this thing's main focus was blood qi body tempering.

Five minutes passed in a flash, the high pressure inside the chamber gradually dissipated, and Chen Mo's expression slowly relaxed.

"How is it?"

Ouyang Qingfeng grabbed the water hose from the fire hydrant and sprayed Chen Mo fiercely.

After washing off all the blood and grime from his body, Chen Mo finally walked out of the high-pressure blood qi chamber.

"The Steel Skin on my right arm has finished tempering."

Chen Mo stepped out of the blood qi chamber and showed off his right arm, which was emitting a metallic luster.

Ouyang Qingfeng didn't waste any words and reached out to tap on Chen Mo's right arm.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A crisp metallic ringing sound echoed, and Ouyang Qingfeng's expression turned strange.

Normally, Steel Skin was just a name for this stage; it didn't mean the skin was actually tempered to be as hard as steel.

But... what was going on with this skin in front of him that was comparable to the armor of a main battle tank!?

"What's wrong, Master?"

Seeing this, Chen Mo panicked a little. Had he trained it wrong? That shouldn't be; wasn't Steel Skin supposed to be like this?

"It's not really anything..."

Ouyang Qingfeng couldn't figure out why Chen Mo's Steel Skin had mutated into this.

If he were to temper his entire body into Steel Skin at this intensity... the resources consumed would be astronomical. Would his own small treasury be enough for this kid to use?

"It's just that the intensity of your Steel Skin is a bit ridiculously strong."

"It might be related to the fact that your own physical strength is already extremely high. It seems your path of body tempering in the future won't be easy."

Ouyang Qingfeng patted Chen Mo on the shoulder; he still had a long way to go.

"Body tempering is about strengthening your body based on its original foundation. If it was originally 1, you temper it to 2."

"But you were originally 10, so you have to temper from 10 to 20, which will require at least ten times the effort of others."

"If other students at our National Martial Arts University stayed in the high-pressure blood qi chamber for twelve consecutive hours, they would probably have completed about 70% of their Steel Skin tempering."

"But you, you only finished one arm. You can imagine how much effort you'll need and how many resources you'll have to consume."

Chen Mo's expression froze, and it took him a while to accept the facts.

"Keep working hard, Chen Mo. Just in terms of resources alone, you'll have to consume seven or eight times more than others."

"Fortunately, the resources consumed yield returns; the Steel Skin at the Fourth Grade Steel Skin stage isn't as hard as yours..."

"Alright, it's getting late. Since you've been in the high-pressure blood qi chamber for twelve hours, go back and get some rest."

Ouyang Qingfeng waved his hand. He still needed to go back and think carefully about whether or not to bring out that embarrassing 'footwork'.

To reveal this 'footwork', he would need to be fully prepared to lose face in a big way.

"Oh, alright."

"Master, do you have any more medicinal wine? That stuff, I have to say, is actually quite tasty."

Chen Mo chuckled and leaned over to Ouyang Qingfeng to ask.

"You kid, have you gotten addicted to drinking it? Do you know you're a student right now and shouldn't be drinking?"

Ouyang Qingfeng rolled his eyes at Chen Mo. It was somewhat awkward to have a giant nearly three meters tall acting spoiled in front of him.

"You have the nerve to say that? Who was it that gave me alcohol when we first met and said I was a cripple, and a cripple at heart?"

Chen Mo rolled his eyes even harder than Ouyang Qingfeng and just held out his hand, refusing to leave.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll give this to you."

Ouyang Qingfeng really couldn't refuse his super-sized little disciple, so he had no choice but to toss the blood-red wine gourd from his waist to Chen Mo.

"This thing is a wine gourd that I've nourished with my blood qi for twenty years. Even ordinary wine placed inside will have the effect of nourishing blood qi."

"I'll give you a medicinal recipe later, and you can brew your own medicinal wine from now on."

"I can't afford to supply a glutton like you."

"You kid are even more terrifying than that Boss Chu..."

After speaking, Ouyang Qingfeng flashed and disappeared from the spot, his speed so fast it was jaw-dropping.

"That works too, I'll brew it myself..."

Chen Mo curled his lip; the old man was really stingy. He had only drunk two jars of his medicinal wine over the past half month; he was such a miser.

Rubbing the blood-red wine gourd in his hand, Chen Mo pulled out the stopper and took a small sip.

Instantly, his entire body turned bright red, as if a raging fire were burning inside him.

"Got a kick!"

Ding!

His internal phone suddenly rang, and Chen Mo took it out to open the medicinal wine ingredient list that Ouyang Qingfeng had sent over.

The material located in the first column of the entire list...

"Beast God Bone?"

"What kind of thing is this?"

Chen Mo scratched his head and opened the Logistics Department's mini-program to check.

"Damn you..."

Chen Mo's expression instantly became colorful. The Beast God Bone did indeed have stock in the National Martial Arts University's Logistics Department, but one gram of Beast God Bone required 40,000 merit points to exchange.

This thing's origin was even more terrifying; it was bone gouged out from a Beast God-level Abyss Beast, that is, a Ninth Grade Abyss Beast, while it wasn't yet fully dead.

Only bone taken while the Beast God was still alive was the best quality Beast God Bone.

The material list required two kilograms of Beast God Bone alone; even if he tore himself apart and sold himself, he couldn't trade for a single gram of Beast God Bone!

No wonder the old geezer wouldn't let him mooch wine anymore; he must have drunk over a hundred thousand merit points worth over these past few days...