28: Chapter 28 What do you mean you overturned the ring?

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of metallic clashing sounds rang out, and sparks erupted all over Chen Mo's body.

Yet, Chen Mo remained as motionless as an iron mountain, merely flexing his fists.

"Student Zhao Zihao's attacks are like a ghost, impossible to track!"

"Even students with the highest mobility would have to yield under this speed!"

"I wonder if Student Chen Mo has a way to break this deadlock!"

"Eh! Student Chen Mo is moving! What is he doing!?"

Chen Mo raised his right fist high, and a visible vortex of air appeared on his knuckles.

His arm, already leaner by a size, underwent Super Compression once more!

Boom!

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Chen Mo's punch didn't strike at Zhao Zihao, but instead smashed into the arena floor.

Crack...

The once seamless arena developed a three-finger-wide crack, and Chen Mo chuckled as he looked at it.

"Heh, it's really not that sturdy."

"Th-this, this, this..."

It wasn't just the audience who were stunned; even the official commentator and Zhou Sanlang were dumbfounded.

"What is Student Chen Mo doing? Is he starting to vent his anger because he can't catch Student Zhao Zihao..."

"No, he's not venting..."

The commentator's voice grew quieter as he watched Chen Mo dig his hands into the crack, veins bulging all over his body.

"Away you go!"

Under everyone's gaze, a third of the arena was flipped away by Chen Mo!

"Holy crap..."

The official commentator couldn't help but curse; in all his years in the industry, this was the first time he'd seen such a fighting style.

"The audience might not realize the weight of that piece of the arena."

"Our arena is cast entirely from concrete, fifteen meters long and wide, and one meter high."

"The piece of the arena Student Chen Mo just threw weighs at least one hundred and eighty tons!"

"No wonder Director Zhou had to personally step in for the first match. If someone were hit by such terrifying Great Strength, they'd really be reincarnating!"

Chen Mo's action instantly ignited the passion of the entire crowd!

No techniques, no mind games, just using pure, unadulterated strength to crush the enemy!

Zhao Zihao, currently in the state of Super Acceleration, had an incredibly ugly expression. He gritted his teeth and swung his longsword even faster.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through Chen Mo's skin, which was tough to the point of despair.

His body stood rooted in place like a mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it in the slightest!

Boom!

Another punch landed, and another massive chunk of the arena was thrown away by Chen Mo.

The space left for Zhao Zihao grew smaller and smaller, compressed from the original fifteen-by-fifteen to less than half.

Chen Mo shook his fists; he discovered that using Compression Punch multiple times in a row caused his body to heat up rapidly.

Was this some form of fatigue?

But Chen Mo didn't care about that. Standing in the center of the remaining arena, he threw another punch.

After a deafening roar, the arena, already reduced to half, shrank again. Chen Mo only needed to spread his arms to easily cover the entire area.

Zhao Zihao's face turned pale; he never imagined he would lose to such pure, brute force.

It's too unfair!

This talent has such damn Great Strength!

It's ridiculously strong, okay!

Seeing that Zhao Zihao had stopped, Chen Mo clenched his fists, and the vortex of air condensed on his knuckles once again!

Zhao Zihao wanted to dodge this fatal punch, but Chen Mo's arms had already covered the entire remaining arena.

Even if he dodged the punch, he would be knocked unconscious by the wind of the fist. The defeat was already sealed!

Just as Zhao Zihao was about to shout "I surrender," Chen Mo's fully charged Banlan Hammer was already unleashed!

Zhou Sanlang's pupils constricted. Without thinking about anything else, he kicked Zhao Zihao away.

Although this kick would land Zhao Zihao in the hospital for half a month, if he had actually taken Chen Mo's punch, he would likely have turned into a firework of flesh and blood on the spot!

Seeing that the person in front of him had changed, Chen Mo tried to force himself to stop the move.

But the stinging pain from his shoulder ligaments told Chen Mo: if you dare to stop, the ligaments will dare to snap on the spot!

"Pardon me!"

Chen Mo gritted his teeth; this long-charged Banlan Hammer had no choice but to land on Zhou Sanlang.

"Come! Let me test your fists!"

Zhou Sanlang not only wasn't angry at this but instead became excited.

His arms turned silvery-white in an instant, and at the same time, Chen Mo's fist landed.

Boom!

A sound like a bell tolling rang out, the surrounding ground cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, and countless tiny dust particles were kicked up by the shockwave of the punch.

The entire venue went quiet, everyone staring at the dust-filled arena.

This match truly satisfied everyone watching.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A faint coughing sound rang out, and immediately after, the dust was swept away by a gust of wind.

"Good kid, you almost broke my defense with one punch."

Zhou Sanlang looked at the coughing Chen Mo in front of him, his eyes full of shock.

His two arms had lost all sensation. Although he wasn't really injured, Zhou Sanlang was a 5th-rank Martial Artist!

He was a pillar of strength throughout the Great Xia!

"Director Zhou, you're just too hard..."

Chen Mo looked at his own slightly deformed forearms and felt that this was worse than letting his ligaments tear...

"Nonsense, I'm not just a 5th-rank Martial Artist, I'm also a Talent-based Martial Artist with a Hardening Talent!"

Zhou Sanlang rolled his eyes, thinking about how much this kid looked down on him.

"Alright, fractures recover faster than ligament tears. Let the eldest miss of the Wen family help you heal."

"The winner of this match!"

"Chen Mo!"

After announcing Chen Mo's victory, Zhou Sanlang quickly stepped down from the arena.

"Medical team! Medical team!"

The already unconscious Zhao Zihao was carried away on a stretcher, while Chen Mo returned to his resting area with his two broken arms hanging limply.

Wen Wan ran over carrying a first-aid kit, and seeing Chen Mo's slightly deformed and bruised arms, she gasped.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It's okay. The effects of the adrenaline haven't worn off yet, so I don't feel the pain for now."

Chen Mo shook his head; it would probably start hurting in about ten minutes.

"Sigh..."

Wen Wan sighed, a glowing green light lit up in her hands, and Chen Mo's arms began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Your strength is too great. In the future, don't always use your full power when fighting others..."

Chen Mo ignored Wen Wan's nagging and grinned while watching the new arena being transported in.

"This move is indeed useful."

"Then you guys won't be finished..."