63: Chapter 63 Finally, I have an excuse to beat him up!

After parking the off-road vehicle, the group left the Luo City Abyssal Rift.

Zhou Sanlang, who had been waiting outside, immediately walked over. Seeing the solemn expressions on their faces, his heart skipped a beat.

"Chen Mo, you take little Wen Wan and wait to the side for a moment."

Dai Tianran must have had something to say to Zhou Sanlang; she sent Chen Mo and Wen Wan away before walking to the side with Zhou Sanlang.

Watching Zhou Sanlang's expression grow increasingly ugly, Chen Mo estimated that there was a lot more to this matter.

The beast disaster in Luo City this time shouldn't just be because of that ruin; Dai Tianran and the others likely had other discoveries.

It was just that he was too weak; he couldn't handle matters of this magnitude.

After the group finished discussing, Zhou Sanlang walked over, leaning on his cane.

He looked at Wen Wan, who was sitting obediently beside Chen Mo, with a strange expression.

It seemed to be relief, mixed with a little bit of worry.

"Chen Mo, Governor Sun Jingan said to go find him at the Luocheng Sports Center after you come out."

"What did you do this time, you brat, to actually alarm the Governor?"

Zhou Sanlang didn't quite understand why the Governor, who was busy day and night, kept looking for this brat Chen Mo.

"Nothing much, just that my esteemed Governor wants to teach me an A-grade martial art."

Chen Mo shrugged, revealing a helpless expression.

"A-grade!?"

Zhou Sanlang's eyes almost popped out.

You have to know, B+-grade martial arts were already rare on the market, let alone A-grade.

Normally, A-grade martial arts could only be exchanged for in the Merit Library, or they were family inheritances.

"Your luck is really too good, brat; it's not something that can be envied."

Zhou Sanlang clicked his tongue in wonder as he looked at Chen Mo; it was his first time seeing someone with such good luck.

"Chen Mo!"

Just as Chen Mo intended to end the conversation and go to the Luocheng Sports Center to find Governor Sun Jingan, Dai Tianran waved her phone at him.

"Didn't you want my Golden Bell Shield, brat?"

"Your current grade isn't high enough; you can only practice the Golden Bell Shield after reaching the Steel Skin realm, which is the Fourth-Grade."

"However, you can practice the Iron Shirt now; it counts as a lower-tier substitute for the Golden Bell Shield."

"I've already sent the cultivation method for the Iron Shirt to Governor Sun Jingan; he'll train you when the time comes!"

After saying this, Dai Tianran left with everyone except Old Wu.

"Miss, we should get going too."

Old Wu walked up to Wen Wan and respectfully took her hand.

"The Old Master has already arranged everything; we need to go over early to report in."

"Really?"

Upon hearing that everything was arranged, Wen Wan's eyes lit up instantly.

"Chen Mo, then I won't be keeping you company for now."

"Bye-bye~"

Wen Wan skipped away after Old Wu, leaving only Chen Mo and Zhou Sanlang in front of the Abyssal Rift.

"Then I'll go find the esteemed Governor as well."

Chen Mo waved at Zhou Sanlang and trotted away, disappearing at the end of the street.

"Sigh..."

Zhou Sanlang sighed; being the director of the Martial Education Bureau was truly stifling.

"Forget it, time to clean up their mess."

"These Poachers are really annoying; every time a ruin appears, they have to come and make things disgusting..."

...

Luocheng Sports Center, inside the underground training room.

Governor Sun Jingan wore a wicked grin, holding a pitch-black club in his hand.

"Good, good, good, the brat finally gave me a chance to beat you up fair and square!"

The Iron Shirt was the most common hard qigong on the market, yet it was also one that very few people chose to practice.

The reason was simple: this hard qigong required one to be beaten for a long time.

The skin gradually becoming tougher through destruction and reconstruction—that was the actual truth of the Iron Shirt.

Ding!

The elevator door slowly opened, and as soon as Chen Mo stepped out, he heard a strange laugh.

"Who's there?"

Whoever could make such a strange laugh definitely wasn't a good person; Chen Mo instantly became alert.

"Brat, I'm right here!"

Governor Sun Jingan waved at Chen Mo, hiding the large club behind his back.

"Governor Sun Jingan, did you hear that strange laugh just now?"

Chen Mo remained vigilant, slowly walking to Governor Sun Jingan's side and carefully observing his surroundings.

"Huh?"

Governor Sun Jingan was also taken aback; why hadn't he heard it?

"Never mind that, maybe you misheard."

"Brat, that crazy woman Dai Tianran has already given me the cultivation method for the Iron Shirt."

"From today until the National Joint Examination, there are twenty days left; you must learn a hard qigong and an A-grade martial art within these twenty days."

"I've already notified the Orphanage; starting today, you'll be eating, sleeping, and taking care of everything right here in the training room."

"I will also provide the blood qi pills."

"Your blood qi has reached the standard now, so you should start using Second-Grade blood qi pills."

To beat Chen Mo up for twenty days with justification, Governor Sun Jingan had really gone all out; Second-Grade blood qi pills cost thirty thousand each, and he would be eating them for twenty consecutive days.

That was a whole 600,000 big bucks!

His monthly salary as Governor was only 600,000, and combined with his salary as Garrison Commander, it was only a little over a million.

Chen Mo alone would basically eat up half of his base salary.

Of course, as a Grandmaster, his sources of income were certainly more than just that little bit.

"The A-grade martial art I've prepared for you this time is my signature martial art."

"Xuanwu Fist!"

"Regarding this fist technique, you only need to remember one sentence."

"Body like a Xuan turtle, unshakable; fist like a spirit snake, fatal in one strike!"

"Turtle Fist?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, his autonomic nervous system directly taking over his brain, and the words "Turtle Fist" slipped out.

"..."

Veins bulged on Governor Sun Jingan's forehead; he currently had the urge to beat the wall in front of him to death.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo."

Governor Sun Jingan took several deep breaths, finally suppressing the rage in his chest.

"Starting today, you will practice the Iron Shirt in the morning, and in the afternoon, you will practice the Turtle... no, the Xuanwu Fist!"

"I've prepared the medicinal herbs that go with the Iron Shirt; this thing is all about being simple and brutal."

As he spoke, Governor Sun Jingan pulled out the large club he had been hiding behind his back, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

"Brat, take off your clothes."

"?"

A question mark appeared over Chen Mo's head, and before he could react, Governor Sun Jingan appeared in front of him, wielding the large club.

The club was wrapped in a layer of hard rubber on the outside, with a solid alloy core on the inside; it was the kind that could easily bludgeon a First-Grade Martial Artist to death with one hit.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Chen Mo's face instantly flushed red.

This pain was unprecedented; even when he had been cut into a bloody mess by Tang Qingran, it hadn't hurt this much!

"Ah!"

A scream rang out, and Chen Mo instinctively began running around the underground training room.

"Oh ho, for such a big guy, you run pretty fast, brat."

"But I am a Grandmaster; thinking you can escape from my grasp is a fantasy!"

Governor Sun Jingan let out a "hehehe" strange laugh while turning into a phantom, following right behind Chen Mo.

The club in his hand never stopped, and the entire underground training room was filled with muffled thuds like beating drums.

Chen Mo couldn't take the beating anymore; he turned around and threw a punch at Governor Sun Jingan's head.

Thud!

Governor Sun Jingan didn't dodge or evade; he simply took the punch with his temple.

"Good lad, quite a lot of brute strength!"

"It's just a pity that this Grandmaster's body isn't something you can move with your punches!"

"Come! Let's continue!"