67: Chapter 67: Another One Subdued

A gust of wind rushed out from the damaged wall, and a figure was seen falling toward the ground like a meteor.

This was the sixth floor, after all; even a First-Grade Martial Artist would need to groan for a while before being able to stand up after falling from here.

Thud!

With a muffled sound, the ground cracked, and Chen Mo pulled his feet out from the ground, walking step by step toward Shen Zhou, who was shrouded in dust.

"I told you, a brute like you who only knows how to use raw strength cannot hurt me."

Shen Zhou walked out of the dust; apart from his clothes being torn to shreds by Chen Mo's immense strength, his body had not sustained any injuries.

"My Time Dilation cannot only be applied to others; naturally, it can also be applied to myself."

As Shen Zhou said this, he tore off his clothes, walking toward Chen Mo step by step, slowly but firmly.

Today, he would let this person from a small place see what it meant to have the prestige of having fought his own way to the throne of being number one in the Demon Capital!

A few mid-tier martial artist officers exchanged glances and very consciously left enough combat space for the two of them.

"So, you mean you slowed down the rate at which your injuries spread, right?"

Chen Mo sized up Shen Zhou in front of him. After Governor Sun Jingan's devilish training, he was no longer the man who only knew how to beat people up with raw, violent force.

He was now a man who could beat up enemies quickly and violently!

"Before I beat you to the ground, I will not fall."

Shen Zhou unzipped his waist bag and instantly assembled a segmented spear.

Normally, this kind of spear was not reliable and would most likely fall apart while being used.

But martial artists' weapons were usually forged from Abyss Alloy, the strength of which could not be compared to ordinary metal.

"Gibberish!"

"What?"

Chen Mo was stunned. Shen Zhou's speaking speed had just been too fast; he hadn't heard what was said at all.

The next moment, Chen Mo realized something very important.

If Shen Zhou could slow down the flow of time, that meant he could also speed it up.

The gibberish from just now was Shen Zhou having already completed his own acceleration!

The result was exactly as Chen Mo had guessed; Shen Zhou disappeared from his spot like a ghost, appearing in front of Chen Mo the next second.

The spear in his hand ignited with blood flames fueled by his vitality, stabbing mercilessly toward Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo remained with his arms crossed, showing no intention of defending himself at all.

The officers felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing this; did kids these days have to go for the kill just to have a fight?

Clang!

The spear bent at an unnatural angle, its tip blocked by a layer of skin shimmering with a metallic luster, unable to advance even an inch!

Even with the accelerated flow of time, Chen Mo still saw the spectacular expression on Shen Zhou's face.

"Should I let you have three more moves?"

"No, let's make it thirty moves!"

Chen Mo spread his arms, revealing his steel-like muscles.

Standing there, he looked like a wall that had come to life, and a terrifying sense of oppression swept across the entire area!

In a single room on the roof, a middle-aged man with a potbelly stood by the window, watching the little farce below.

"Commander Shen, should we stop them from continuing?"

"No, do not stop them."

The man addressed as Commander waved his hand, watching Chen Mo below with great interest.

"I want to see if my precious son, who is arrogant to the heavens, is actually a match for this Chen Mo."

"Doesn't he always look down on Ascetic Martial Artists because of his talent?"

"Chen Mo himself isn't much different from an Ascetic Martial Artist, other than having a bit more strength."

"If Chen Mo can teach him a lesson, it would be a good thing for his future."

"His journey has been too smooth; even without my help, he managed to get this far on his own."

"If he doesn't encounter setbacks now, any future blow would be devastating for Shen Zhou."

"Rather than being destroyed in the future, it is better to be beaten to the ground once now."

Commander Shen watched Shen Zhou, who was attacking Chen Mo crazily below, with a chuckle, his eyes full of anticipation.

Meanwhile, two full minutes passed, and Shen Zhou's frantic attacks had achieved nothing but leaving a few white marks on Chen Mo's skin.

"It's been two minutes; I should have given you enough time."

Chen Mo loosened his joints, and Limit Disintegration was activated instantly.

Allocating an additional two hundred attribute points into Agility, Chen Mo shot out like an arrow from a bowstring.

Compression!

Super Compression!

A piercing sound of twisting metal rang out, and an extremely distinct white cyclone condensed on Chen Mo's fist!

Shen Zhou's eyes widened, and he exerted all his strength to use his talent, attempting to dodge this absolutely fatal blow from Chen Mo!

"Spirit Snake Emerges!"

Chen Mo stomped on the ground with one foot, and the surrounding ground exploded instantly!

His fist tore through the flying debris, slamming mercilessly toward the top of Shen Zhou's head!

The power that attempted to slow down the time flow of Chen Mo's fist was also shattered by the absolute violence of this punch!

Boom!

Violent energy surged through his body, and Chen Mo narrowed his eyes as he looked at the dark, chubby man who had suddenly descended from the sky.

The surrounding officers were startled and immediately stood at attention to salute.

"Greetings, Chief!"

Commander Shen did not speak; he merely released Chen Mo's fist.

"Good lad, that punch has quite a lot of power!"

Commander Shen looked at his slightly reddened palm, an expression of disbelief appearing in his eyes.

One had to know, he was the current Commander-in-Chief of the Great Xia Luofeng Fortress, and furthermore, an Eighth-Grade Martial King!

He could completely ignore ordinary attacks, yet today, a First-Grade kid had actually managed to bruise his palm.

If this punch had landed on his son, he estimated that he would have exploded at the cellular level.

The kind that even Super Assembly couldn't put back together.

"Alright, you two dare to fight just after arriving at the fortress; do you think the military's rules are the same as the rules outside?"

"Captain Zhang! Where are you!"

A roar rang out, and Zhang Lianqi shuddered violently, rushing over in two strides.

"Here!"

Zhang Lianqi's body was tense; he didn't even dare to look at Commander Shen.

"These are the new recruits under your command."

"Since they fought, you, as their captain, will also be punished!"

"The two of them will do a 150-kilometer cross-country run with a 500-kilogram load!"

"And you!"

Commander Shen looked at the extremely nervous Zhang Lianqi; on the surface, he appeared furious, but in reality, his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Twenty-four hours of solitary confinement, and after that, continue to lead the team!"

"Alright, dismissed!"

Commander Shen did not say an extra word to Shen Zhou, nor did he even glance at him.

After Commander Shen left, Zhang Lianqi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Given the punishment just now, it seemed that Commander Shen did not intend to pursue this matter further.

Thump!

Not long after Commander Shen left, Shen Zhou rolled his eyes back and fainted.

"Hm?"

Zhang Lianqi was stunned and hurriedly squatted down to check Shen Zhou's body.

It was fine not to look, but looking almost scared him to death.

Half of Shen Zhou's face had turned into a flat pancake at some point, and his entire jaw was shattered.

Chen Mo, having ended Limit Disintegration, rubbed his wrist; that Chief from earlier seemed to have used some kind of force-deflection technique, which was why he hadn't shattered his own fist.

That dark, chubby man was quite interesting, but why did he always feel that Shen Zhou and that Chief looked somewhat alike...