27: Chapter 27 It's a Little Itchy

That Ascetic Martial Artist followed an agile path, but under Su Qingyue's True Sight Eye, all his movements were seen through.

No matter how hard he tried or what he attempted, he couldn't even touch a single hair on Su Qingyue.

Su Qingyue didn't let the match drag on too long either; a blue light flashed across her eyes, she took a light step, and tapped her finger on the Ascetic Martial Artist's chest.

At the same time, the Ascetic Martial Artist's blood energy happened to be circulating through the meridians in his chest.

Interrupted by Su Qingyue like that, his face turned pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes back, and collapsed to the ground.

The referee stepped forward to check the Ascetic Martial Artist's condition and finally shook his head, signaling that he had lost the ability to fight.

"The winner of this match! Su Qingyue!"

Watching Su Qingyue walk off the arena, Chen Mo thought about how to avoid the same problem.

But after thinking it over... she probably couldn't pierce his skin and flesh, let alone force her energy through his skin and muscles to reach his meridians.

Besides, he rarely used blood energy, so this move didn't seem to be of any use against him.

Looking at it this way, unless someone beat him until he couldn't move, he didn't seem to have any weaknesses, right?

Chen Mo rubbed his chin; didn't that mean he had the bearing of a Great Emperor...

No, no, he absolutely couldn't set a flag like "bearing of a Great Emperor," or he would end up being beaten until he couldn't take care of himself.

"Chen Mo! Chen Mo! Stop spacing out, it's your turn!"

Principal Liu Zhifeng gave Chen Mo a hard punch, which finally snapped Chen Mo out of his deep thought.

"Huh?"

Chen Mo looked up and saw that the big screen clearly displayed number 7, representing him, and number 3, Zhao Zihao.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

The official commentator's passionate voice rang out, as if he had seen something incredible.

"The second round! We have once again welcomed a duel between Talent-based Martial Artists!"

"On one side is Chen Mo, who possesses terrifying Great Strength, and on the other is Zhao Zihao, who possesses Super Acceleration!"

"Although student Chen Mo has astonishing power, his speed is his greatest weakness!"

"I wonder what kind of combat strategy student Chen Mo will present to everyone, having been completely countered by student Zhao Zihao!"

Loud cheers erupted, and the audience was excited because of the battle between the two Talent-based Martial Artists!

But a small section of the audience remained silent.

Director Gu Sanding looked at the numbers on the big screen, his expression not looking too good.

As Chen Mo's guardian, he naturally knew his child's strengths and weaknesses.

The commentator was right; that Zhao Zihao with the Super Acceleration talent really did completely counter his Chen Mo.

"It's fine, top sixteen is enough to get into some first-class martial arts academies..."

"Brother Mo, go for it!"

Just as Director Gu Sanding was comforting himself, the children beside him suddenly raised a homemade support sign.

On it, written in crooked letters, were 'Brother Mo is the best in the world', 'Brother Mo is the strongest', and 'Brother Mo, I want to eat fried chicken'.

Looking at the children cheering for Chen Mo, Director Gu Sanding slapped himself hard across the face.

The children hadn't given up, yet he, the director, was actually comforting himself.

Truly laughable!

"Chen Mo! Win this!"

Director Gu Sanding stood up and shouted, startling Chen Mo, who was walking toward the arena.

"This old man, he really doesn't know when to rest."

"He just finished surgery, he shouldn't get too excited..."

Chen Mo's lips curled slightly, and he crouched down to touch the concrete arena floor beneath his feet.

Very hard, but... he could give it a try.

"Are both candidates ready?"

Zhou Sanlang had replaced the previous referee; he walked onto the arena and glanced at Chen Mo, who was crouching on the ground touching the arena floor.

"Ready."

Chen Mo stood up and took off his shirt.

That muscular but not bulky physique was displayed before everyone's eyes; every muscle was as exquisite as a work of art.

Many people gasped, and some even drooled.

Chen Mo's sharp, masculine face, paired with that robust physique—some would even believe him to be the God of Strength descended to the mortal world.

The upcoming battle might ruin his clothes, so it was better to take them off in advance.

He wasn't exactly wealthy right now, so it was best to save where he could.

"Chen Mo, your best choice right now is to admit defeat."

The long sword in Zhao Zihao's hand flashed with a cold light, his burning gaze fixed on Chen Mo.

"Your reaction speed is too slow; my Super Acceleration perfectly counters you."

"Admit defeat now, and you can still lose with some dignity; otherwise, it won't look good when I toy with you in a moment."

Zhao Zihao smiled slightly, his tone devoid of any mockery, only absolute confidence in his own strength.

"No thanks, thanks for the reminder."

Chen Mo shook his head; he had no intention of falling here.

His goal was the National Martial Arts University!

"Asking one more time, are both contestants ready!"

Zhou Sanlang frowned; why did this kid Zhao Zihao like to engage in pre-battle trash talk?

That wasn't a good habit.

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

Zhao Zihao slowly crouched low, his blood energy beginning to circulate at high speed.

"On your marks!"

"Get set!"

"Start!"

The instant Zhou Sanlang announced the start, Zhao Zihao turned into a phantom and appeared behind Chen Mo.

The long sword in his hand stabbed mercilessly toward Chen Mo's waist.

Although this wasn't fatal, it would cause a person to instantly lose all their strength.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Chen Mo turned his head to look at Zhao Zihao, who had stumbled back several steps, and casually scratched his lower back.

"A bit itchy."

Chen Mo's mouth curled up, and his robust body emitted a series of friction sounds like steel cables twisting together.

The originally robust body shrank significantly before everyone's eyes, and his skin reflected a metallic luster.

"What happened!"

"Student Chen Mo's body has undergone a huge change; he has shrunk by a whole size!"

"And, did everyone hear that sound like steel rubbing together?"

"That came from inside student Chen Mo's body; what on earth has happened to his body!"

The official commentator was also dumbfounded at this moment, having no idea what had happened to Chen Mo.

If Chen Mo had concealed his talent's ability, the committee would have directly ruled Chen Mo as having lost.

But since the committee hadn't said anything after such a long time, did that mean this was just some kind of manifestation of Great Strength?

Zhao Zihao didn't say anything, just crouched low once again.

Everything around him slowed down in his eyes; Chen Mo's every move was like slow motion, full of openings.

As long as he maintained his rhythm, he would be invincible!

That was what Zhao Zihao thought and what he did; he had always relied on this move to deal with all his opponents.

"Now, I will let you see what real Super Acceleration is!"

The veins all over Zhao Zihao's body bulged, and he instantly disappeared from where he stood!