33: Chapter 33: Severing the Great Lord's Genetic Talent Ammunition Pack!

The arena beneath his feet shattered!

Chen Mo transformed into a projectile weighing over five hundred kilograms, charging rapidly toward Tang Qingran.

Even with the use of illicit drugs, Tang Qingran was completely unable to keep up with the extreme speed of Chen Mo's Compressed Dash!

Zhou Sanlang's pupils constricted; Chen Mo had never displayed such terrifying speed before!

However... looking at this, the kid didn't seem to have any intention of braking, did he?

Things went just as Zhou Sanlang had predicted; Chen Mo had no intention of stopping, landing a punch squarely on Tang Qingran's face.

Boom!

A visible shockwave erupted from the back of Tang Qingran's head, and her entire skull was flattened into a pancake by the punch.

Her body collapsed instantly, slamming into the ground with a thud.

But Chen Mo did not stop; he leaned down and grabbed Tang Qingran by the ankle.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The ground trembled as Tang Qingran was swung back and forth by Chen Mo like a lump of rotting meat.

"Roar!"

An inhuman beastly roar rang out, and Tang Qingran, who had been battered by Chen Mo until she was barely recognizable, tore off her own ankle to flip away and put some distance between her and Chen Mo.

Chen Mo looked at the foot in his hand and tossed it aside with a look of disgust.

"Are you not going to stop them yet?"

"If they keep fighting, Tang Qingran really will be beaten to death!"

Zhou Sanlang was getting anxious; being able to reach the position of Director of the Martial Education Bureau meant he was no saint.

He was merely worried that if Chen Mo beat Tang Qingran to death, the trail to this forbidden drug would be lost!

"She won't die, rest assured."

"Do you know what Tang Qingran is using?"

The Garrison Commander's voice reached Zhou Sanlang's ears once again, carrying a hint of gravity in its tone.

"That is a Gene Talent Ammo Pack from the Poachers. Judging by this level of amplification and performance, it is highly likely to be the Gene Talent Ammo Pack of the Slicing Monarch."

"The Slicing Monarch!?"

Zhou Sanlang's pupils constricted sharply; he was quite familiar with the infamous reputation of the Slicing Monarch.

As a monarch of the Abyssal Race known for extreme attack power and recovery, the talent known as 'Slicing' was terrifyingly powerful.

Forty-five years ago, the human race of Blue Star only managed to kill it at the cost of two Eighth-Grade Martial Kings.

However, since then, the body of the Slicing Monarch had gone missing, and it was later confirmed to have been stolen by the Poachers group.

"Then hurry up and stop them!"

"That is the Slicing Monarch! An existence capable of killing Martial Kings!"

"It's fine. I have already caught the person who sold this ammo pack, and I have also visited the place where he obtained this particular one."

The Garrison Commander's tone was calm, seemingly unconcerned.

"That ammo pack is an experimental product; it cannot unleash the true talent of the Slicing Monarch. At best, it only allows a First-Grade Martial Artist to kill a 2nd-rank Martial Artist."

"As a talented martial artist with his own talent, can't Chen Mo even overcome this hurdle?"

"If so, he might as well not go out and embarrass Luo City."

Hearing the Garrison Commander's almost ruthless words, Zhou Sanlang gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"As for you, Zhou Sanlang."

"You are hard to absolve of blame for such an incident happening in Luo City. After this is over, there will naturally be people coming to hold you accountable."

Zhou Sanlang took a deep breath; he indeed bore the greatest responsibility for this matter, and there was no argument against being held accountable.

"But how exactly things proceed will still depend on this kid named Chen Mo..."

The Garrison Commander clearly had a hidden meaning, but neither he nor Zhou Sanlang pointed it out.

"Die, I want you to die..."

Tang Qingran seemed to have lost consciousness; her head, which had been flattened into a pancake, began to rapidly repair itself, but her eyes were completely devoid of any spark.

Chen Mo compressed his legs once more, synchronized with his arms, and his blood energy began to gather.

Swish, swish, swish!

Over a dozen sharp slashes were launched in an instant. Chen Mo, being in a state of charging up, had absolutely no chance to dodge and could only grit his teeth and take these dozen or so slashes head-on.

Feeling the burning, stinging pain coming from his body, every one of Chen Mo's nerves became excited under the stimulation of the pain.

Except for the arena beneath Chen Mo's feet, the rest of the arena was sliced open neatly like butter.

Being able to easily slice through one-meter-thick concrete but unable to shake Chen Mo's body showed just how formidable Chen Mo's body was after compression!

"Die!"

Boom!

With another loud bang, the arena beneath Chen Mo's feet completely shattered, and he once again turned into a human projectile, charging toward Tang Qingran!

Everything happened too fast; apart from the Garrison Commander and Zhou Sanlang, no one saw exactly what had happened.

Tang Qingran, whose body had gone limp, was caught by Chen Mo just like that, and the fuzz on her body quickly receded, revealing her still relatively delicate face.

Drip...

Blood dripped down from the corner of Chen Mo's clothes. At this moment, Chen Mo was covered in red, with countless gaping wounds oozing blood.

"A bit interesting..."

Chen Mo grinned and held Tang Qingran high in his hand.

"Director Zhou, this round... should count as my win, right?"

Zhou Sanlang's face showed shock; just a moment ago, Tang Qingran had unleashed at least a thousand slashes, and Chen Mo had taken every single one of them with his body without missing a bit.

Those slashes, which were enough to easily slice through steel and concrete... had actually only scratched Chen Mo's skin?

Saying this kid's muscles were comparable to tank armor wasn't right; they should be comparable to the special alloys used by martial artists!

That's right, don't look at how miserable Chen Mo appeared; in reality, the damage was not even as great as the damage he had sustained from that full-power punch in the previous match.

These were all just minor flesh wounds; there was no need for the eldest young lady of the Wen family to intervene, and a bottle of repair serum would allow him to recover within two hours.

"The winner of this match! Chen Mo!"

After announcing Chen Mo's victory, personnel from the Martial Education Bureau and the provincial military immediately began to evacuate the crowd.

This battle did not exceed thirty seconds from start to finish, and the vast majority of people hadn't even realized what was happening before it ended.

They only heard a few loud bangs, and then it turned into the current situation.

When everyone had been evacuated, Chen Mo was left behind alone.

Inside the lounge.

"Kid, are you alright?"

Zhou Sanlang looked at Chen Mo, who looked like a bloody mess, and asked with some concern.

"It's nothing, just some flesh wounds."

Chen Mo waved his hand, but the stinging pain caused by stretching his wounds made him grimace.

"Director Zhou, let me treat Chen Mo's injuries."

Wen Wan poked her head out from behind Zhou Sanlang, feeling a shock at the sight of Chen Mo's gaping flesh.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

Zhou Sanlang nodded and said nothing more, seemingly waiting for something.

"Director Zhou, aren't you planning to explain what's going on with that Tang Qingran?"

After a few seconds, Chen Mo turned his head to look at the silent Zhou Sanlang.

"Don't give your Director Zhou a hard time; let me explain it to you."

A wild, unbridled voice rang out from outside the door, and at the same time, the door to the lounge was pushed open.