15: Chapter 15 You're insane!

"By the way, does the protective gear fit well?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng seemed to have remembered something; he reached out and patted the elbow guard on Chen Mo's elbow.

"It's alright, it's actually quite comfortable."

Chen Mo flexed his arm. Ever since he started wearing this set of protective gear, the probability of him getting injured had indeed decreased significantly.

"That's good. Keep wearing it at all times. Unless you encounter an opponent you must fight with your full strength, don't take it off."

"Currently, the only possibility of you getting injured is by using too much force yourself, understand?"

Just as the two were chatting, Wang Jun walked back, carrying the head and carcass of a Ghost Hound.

"Come, I'll teach you two how to skin a Ghost Hound."

"Aside from its canine teeth, the hide is the most valuable part of a Ghost Hound. It can sell for around four thousand to seven thousand on the market."

Principal Liu Zhifeng drew an incredibly sharp small knife from his waist and stabbed it into the neck.

"The four largest canine teeth are each worth around two thousand, so the entire Ghost Hound is worth roughly twelve thousand to fifteen or sixteen thousand from head to tail..."

"Chen Mo, did you just pull the Ghost Hound's teeth out with your bare hands?"

Chen Mo's hand holding the canine tooth trembled, and the pale yellow tooth was crushed into fragments.

"Principal Liu, can you please not scare me? You made me lose two thousand!"

"Just how much strength do you have, kid?"

After peeling off the Ghost Hound's hide, Principal Liu Zhifeng sighed helplessly.

"Normally, a Ghost Hound's canine teeth are very difficult to pull out, so the usual practice is to sell the entire head, and use professional cutting equipment to disassemble it."

"However, if you can pull out the Ghost Hound's canine teeth directly, the value of each tooth increases by about 10%."

Under Principal Liu Zhifeng's careful instruction, Chen Mo and Wang Jun gained a further understanding of the Abyssal Rift and hunting Abyss Beasts.

The division of labor among the three was simple: when they found a First-Grade Abyss Beast, Chen Mo would snap its head off, Wang Jun would be responsible for skinning and deboning it to save the valuable parts, and Principal Liu Zhifeng, who had the highest cultivation level, acted as the diligent porter.

As the three ventured deeper, the surrounding environment became increasingly harsh.

"Ahead is the medium-pollution zone. A First-Grade Martial Artist must complete exploration and evacuate within seventy-two hours, otherwise, the radiation and toxins will cause permanent damage to the body..."

As Principal Liu Zhifeng spoke, he looked at Chen Mo. That bit of pollution and radiation should be like a tickle to this kid, right?

"Furthermore, 2nd-rank or even Rank 3 Abyss Beasts will appear in the medium-pollution zone. Their strength is exceptionally powerful, and they usually require two to three Ascetic Martial Artists of the same rank to hunt together."

"With our combined strength, hunting ordinary 2nd-rank Abyss Beasts shouldn't be a problem. What do you two intend to do?"

Wang Jun turned his head to look at Chen Mo. He didn't know when it started, but this three-person team had begun to center around Chen Mo's opinions.

"Are the materials on 2nd-rank Abyss Beasts more valuable?"

Chen Mo pondered for a moment and asked the question that both he and Wang Jun were most concerned about.

They had successfully hunted eight Ghost Hounds in the light-pollution zone, but they were still short of the one hundred and fifty thousand needed for medical expenses.

"The value of a 2nd-rank Abyss Beast is about twice that of a First-Grade one, and starting from the medium-pollution zone, unique Abyssal medicinal plants will appear."

"Every type of Abyssal plant is extremely rare; any single one can sell for a six-figure price."

"Kid, as long as you can find one medicinal plant, regardless of its effects, you will have directly achieved your goal for this trip."

Hearing this, Chen Mo agreed to it without a second thought.

"Let's go, we're going to the medium-pollution..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground began to tremble violently, and the sand and stones on the surrounding ground started to jump continuously.

In the distance, within the Abyssal mist, several figures were fleeing for their lives.

And behind them, a giant beast at least three or four meters tall was chasing them like a madman.

"Run! Run!"

"That's a 2nd-rank Abyssal Armored Dragon! Run quickly!"

The people being chased shouted loudly as soon as they saw Chen Mo and the others.

Upon hearing the words "Abyssal Armored Dragon," Principal Liu Zhifeng didn't even think; he grabbed Chen Mo and Wang Jun and started running madly.

"What's wrong? Is that Abyssal... thing very scary?"

Chen Mo turned his head to look at the Abyssal Armored Dragon still chasing those people and asked.

"It's not just scary; that thing is known as the flesh-and-blood tank of the Abyss. Even Rank 3 Martial Artists have to steer clear of it when they encounter it."

"Let's put it this way: the knife in Wang Jun's hand wouldn't even be able to pierce its skin if he stabbed it in the belly."

"How are you supposed to fight that?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng cursed his bad luck internally. That group of idiots most likely went to steal the Abyssal Armored Dragon's cubs.

Abyssal Armored Dragon cubs are extremely valuable; whether it's their hide or their flesh, both are super supplements for martial artists.

"And that thing has astonishing strength."

"A Rank 3 Abyssal Armored Dragon once lifted an entire building into the air with its head."

"Hiss!"

Chen Mo gasped, and his pace quickened a little.

"I heard that the horn of an Abyssal Armored Dragon is quite valuable. A single Abyssal Armored Dragon horn can apparently sell for a million?"

Bang!

Chen Mo slammed on the brakes and stopped in his tracks, turning back to stare at the Abyssal Armored Dragon that was charging madly toward them.

"What are you doing!?"

Principal Liu Zhifeng panicked immediately, but no matter how hard he pulled on Chen Mo, he couldn't budge him an inch.

"What am I doing?"

Chen Mo unbuckled his protective gear, which fell to the ground and created several small craters in the sandy soil.

"How could I possibly let such a valuable big guy get away?"

"It's just a 2nd-rank Abyss Beast. What if I manage to beat it?"

"Besides, Principal Liu, you are also a 2nd-rank Martial Artist, and you're much stronger than an ordinary 2nd-rank Martial Artist."

"Take a gamble, and a bicycle becomes a motorcycle. Join me for one job!"

Chen Mo flexed his joints, and amidst a sound of metal friction, the originally sturdy Chen Mo became lean but muscular.

"Alright, give me a share when the time comes!"

Wang Jun licked his lips and drew his long blade.

"Crazy, you guys are truly crazy!"

Seeing these two brats actually wanting to hunt a 2nd-rank Abyssal Armored Dragon while being only First-Grade Martial Artists, Principal Liu Zhifeng felt dizzy.

These were his two precious treasures from Third High School. If something happened to them under his watch, his career as a principal would be over.

"Just do it, don't be a coward!"

Bursts of air currents condensed at Chen Mo's feet, and the shrill sound of steel cables tightening rang out.

This period of training had made Chen Mo realize one thing: the Compression Punch isn't just for attacking.

This technique can also be used to rapidly approach an opponent!

Chen Mo called this move...

Compressed Dash!

Bang!

The leg muscles, compressed to their limit, suddenly relaxed, and Chen Mo shot toward the Abyssal Armored Dragon like a cannonball.

Of course, while a skill has a very long strength, it also has a very short weakness.

That is, the Compressed Dash cannot change direction at all; it can only dash in a predetermined direction.