8: Chapter 8 Strong Tremors Felt in Urban Areas

At night, Principal Liu Zhifeng closed his eyes in pain, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

"Do you... still want to eat?"

Principal Liu could not fathom it no matter how hard he thought; a 4th or 5th-rank Martial Artist would top out at a whole sheep with a pot of rice for a single meal.

How on earth did this kid manage to stuff fifty jin of beef, sixty jin of dry rice, seventy jin of vegetables, and three hundred and thirty eggs into his stomach?

And his stomach didn't show the slightest change; his eight-pack abs remained clearly visible.

"Burp~"

Chen Mo patted his stomach, let out a burp, and casually picked up a toothpick to pick his teeth.

"That's about it, I'm about eighty percent full."

To tell the truth, ever since his strength reached the 'ton' unit, Chen Mo had never had a full meal.

He would just eat a little bit every day to get by; otherwise, the Chenguang Orphanage would have been eaten out of existence by him.

Chen Mo's current body weight was nearly five hundred kilograms, and maintaining his daily basic consumption required over ten thousand calories.

Coupled with today's high-intensity training which activated Chen Mo's digestive system, that was why he had eaten so much at once.

"Many thanks, Principal Liu."

"Let's not have beef tomorrow; it gets stuck in my teeth."

"Change it all to mutton or chicken; that stuff is softer."

Chen Mo grinned and stood up, ready to leave.

"You kid, stand right there! Did I tell you that you could leave!"

Principal Liu stood up abruptly, shouting while temporarily suppressing the pain of his wallet suffering a critical hit.

"What's wrong? Principal Liu, you aren't going back on your word, are you?"

Chen Mo also became vigilant, looking the middle-aged man up and down.

"I'll say this first: I don't have money, and I won't give you my life."

"I don't have money at home either; you wouldn't bully a group of orphans, would you?"

Veins popped out on Principal Liu's forehead. He really wanted to beat the hell out of the brat in front of him, but whether he could actually win against him was another matter.

Not to mention anything else, just the strength that could atomize a sandbag with a single punch was not something he could withstand.

"I'm not asking you to pay..."

Principal Liu gritted his teeth and took a deep breath for quite a while before suppressing his emotions.

"Your strength is too great, kid. Such long-term high-intensity training will cause irreversible damage to your ligaments and muscles."

"Therefore, corresponding protective gear is necessary."

"Hurry up and come over here. Let me measure your shoulders, elbows, knees, and ankles to customize a set of heavy alloy protective gear."

"This can also limit your power output, allowing your muscles and ligaments to rest."

Upon hearing that it wasn't about him having to pay, Chen Mo finally smiled and walked over.

"Principal Liu, you should have said so earlier."

The more Principal Liu looked at Chen Mo's smiling face, the angrier he got, but the Third High School's results for this year's Joint Exam all depended on this kid and Wang Jun, so he had no choice but to cater to these two big shots.

Talent-based Martial Artists are just born more awesome; this is something Ascetic Martial Artists simply cannot compare with.

Even if the talent is just having great strength, that is not something an ordinary Ascetic Martial Artist can be mentioned in the same breath with.

After measuring all of Chen Mo's dimensions, Principal Liu sighed, his face filled with worry.

"How much heavy alloy will this take? This year's budget is about to hit rock bottom..."

"Alright, you kid, go back now."

"For the next month, you don't need to think about anything else; just practice Hammer Fist in the power training room for me."

"When you can manage a minimum power output of three tons, I will take you to the Abyssal Rift to try actual combat."

"I'll take you to get a good look at blood!"

After returning home, Director Gu Sanding and the children saw that Chen Mo was a bit exhausted, so they sensibly did not disturb Chen Mo's rest.

Sitting on his bed, Chen Mo opened his personal panel.

Compared to the 0.1 increase in Vitality from before he left in the morning, Chen Mo's attention was more focused on a newly appeared column.

[Martial Skill: Hammer Fist Lv2 (55 / 200)]

"I seem to have destroyed one hundred and fifty-five sandbags today, right?"

Chen Mo scratched his chin; it seemed that every time he destroyed a sandbag, he could increase his proficiency by one point.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's quite expensive.

"Hmm..."

Looking at that one free attribute point, Chen Mo very naturally added it to Constitution.

In Chen Mo's view, the priority of Constitution is higher than Strength.

After all, the body is the capital of revolution; you have to be resistant to illness to stick to training, right?

Only when Constitution exceeds Strength by ten points would Chen Mo focus on adding points to Strength for a period of time.

As for Agility, Chen Mo planned to consider it when Constitution and Strength reached five hundred points.

As for Intelligence and Luck, they couldn't be increased with free attribute points at all. Only when luck occasionally exploded and he encountered high-level tasks could he obtain a point or two of Intelligence or Luck.

Anyway, with his current luck, he had never encountered one even once.

"Time to sleep, time to sleep; tomorrow I'll continue punching sandbags to relieve stress."

Chen Mo stretched, and all the joints in his body began to crackle.

The following days were exactly as Principal Liu had described.

Every day, apart from completing daily tasks to obtain a fixed free attribute point, Chen Mo spent all his remaining time on training Hammer Fist.

A month passed by in a flash. After completing today's Hammer Fist training, Chen Mo sat on the steps nearby and started to space out.

Of course, Chen Mo was only spacing out in Principal Liu's eyes; in reality, Chen Mo was checking his attribute panel.

[Name: Chen Mo]

[Strength: 119]

[Constitution: 129]

[Agility: 10]

[Luck: 1]

[Intelligence: 8]

[Vitality: 124.5]

[Muscle Compression Technique Lv13 (216 / 1400)]

[Hammer Fist Lv9 (355 / 1000)]

Chen Mo's muscles could now be continuously compressed for two hours and ten minutes. At the same time, when Muscle Compression Technique reached level ten, he had awakened a new skill.

Compression Punch.

The name was simple and crude, and the effect was also simple and crude.

Compress the muscles on half of his body to the limit and release them instantly to achieve terrifying destructive power.

After this period of training, Chen Mo was clear about how much destructive power he could cause.

So he did not try this move in the power training room. Instead, he trekked to the suburbs in the middle of the night, found an open space, and threw a punch at a large tree as thick as a person could wrap their arms around.

The next day's morning news reported that a violent explosion had occurred in the suburbs of Luo City, which was currently under investigation.

Ever since he tried it that one time, Chen Mo had confirmed one thing.

Before making up his mind to kill someone, he should try his best not to use this move.