16: Chapter 16 Grandpa Flyed

Chen Mo walked out of the hospital ward, touching the bank card in his pocket that held Tang Yao's allowance, and couldn't help but smile.

He had originally been worried that Tang Yao's abnormal condition would cause physical problems, which was why he couldn't resist coming to the hospital to check.

He hadn't expected that by relying on the Internal Skill he had just learned, he would end up playing the role of a wandering Jianghu doctor.

Although he still hadn't figured out why Tang Yao could stay in the game world for so long,

the examination revealed that it hadn't negatively affected her body, so it wasn't a bad thing.

On the contrary, the longer she could stay in the game world, the more main god points she could spend.

With more main god points, he could recruit the second and third players even faster.

Thinking this, Chen Mo's mood was much more relaxed than when he arrived.

He glanced at the accumulated main god points, calculating the candidate for the second player.

Just then, a voice came from behind him.

“Handsome guy, please wait!”

Chen Mo turned back, completely bewildered.

It was the yellow-ponytail girl who had been watching the commotion earlier.

At this moment, she was clutching her heaving chest and saying,

“Handsome guy, my old man is about to kick the bucket. Your medical skills are superb, can you give him a hand?”

Kick the bucket?

Chen Mo's expression immediately became serious as he focused his gaze on the Old Man in Tang Suit beside the Yellow-Haired Girl.

As a result, he discovered...

The Old Man in Tang Suit had a face full of black lines...

It was clearly not what the Yellow-Haired Girl had said.

Chen Mo suppressed the urge to turn and leave.

Because he noticed,

although the old man wasn't as exaggerated as the Yellow-Haired Girl claimed,

his health was indeed worrying.

And what surprised him even more was,

he felt Internal Energy fluctuations coming from the Old Man in Tang Suit.

In real life, there was actually someone who had cultivated Internal Energy through their own ability?

While Chen Mo was pondering, the Old Man in Tang Suit said with a smile:

“Little brother, my granddaughter is just this unreliable, please don't mind her.”

Granddaughter?

Chen Mo had originally thought the Yellow-Haired Girl was an intern caregiver, a delinquent girl, or something similar, which was why she was so heartless.

He hadn't expected her to be the old man's granddaughter.

That's truly filial of her.

Chen Mo thought to himself, then asked aloud:

“Then Old... Senior, is there something I can help with?”

The Old Man in Tang Suit took a few steps closer and said:

“If I'm not mistaken, what you used to treat Yao Yao was Internal Strength, right?”

“Internal Strength?!”

Although the Old Man in Tang Suit's voice was low, it was still overheard by his granddaughter.

The Yellow-Haired Girl couldn't help but exclaim.

She had been close to her grandfather since childhood, so she naturally knew what Internal Strength was.

Not only did she know, but cultivating Internal Strength was also a goal she had always pursued.

But for one, she needed to attend school, which delayed a lot of her martial arts practice time.

Secondly, her grandfather refused to teach her the complete Cultivation Technique no matter what.

So currently, she had only barely cultivated Bright Strength.

But even so, it was enough to be proud of.

She skipped classes whenever she wanted and dyed her hair yellow whenever she wanted; the elders in her family didn't dare say anything.

But now her grandfather was actually saying that this kid in front of her possessed Internal Strength?

How could she believe that?

If they weren't in front of an outsider, she would really have to ask the old man if he had gone senile!

“Internal Strength... I suppose so.”

Chen Mo replied.

The reason he had hidden the existence of Internal Energy before was that he was afraid no one had ever encountered it, and revealing it would be shocking.

But now there weren't many people around.

The Old Man in Tang Suit in front of him even had Internal Energy fluctuations himself.

There was no longer any need for him to hide it.

Upon receiving Chen Mo's affirmative answer, the Old Man in Tang Suit's eyes immediately lit up.

He stared at Chen Mo with burning eyes:

“Since you are a fellow Daoist, why don't you cross hands with this old man?”

Cross hands?

Having searched and organized so much martial arts knowledge online, Chen Mo naturally knew what Crossing Hands meant.

Martial Artists of the past practiced killing techniques; if they let loose during a match, it was easy to injure someone or even endanger their life.

So they would often use their forearms to touch each other. By testing their power through such a crossing of hands, they could know the depth of each other's skill.

Chen Mo had thought these were customs that only existed in storybooks, but he hadn't expected to actually encounter it in reality. He immediately became interested and said formally, mimicking an old costume drama:

“Please guide me, Senior.”

“Hahaha, good, good, good!”

The Old Man in Tang Suit laughed out loud, disregarding his image.

While he was watching the commotion outside the ward and listening to Dean Zhang's introduction, he already had some suspicions.

Once he saw Chen Mo with his own eyes, his experienced judgment was seventy to eighty percent certain.

If it were his younger self, having finally met a fellow traveler, he would have definitely used martial arts to make a friend and fought a match first.

But after all, he had to consider that times were different.

If they were to engage in a major fight here at the Sanatorium, it would attract too much attention.

Furthermore, he also considered that Chen Mo had just used his power to heal Tang Yao, so his Internal Strength consumption must be significant.

In the martial arts world, his active challenge already carried the suspicion of the elder bullying the younger. If he also took advantage of someone's precarious state, if word got out, he would lose all face regardless of winning or losing.

But regardless, Crossing Hands with Chen Mo could be considered satisfying a craving.

The Old Man in Tang Suit took Chen Mo to find a pavilion and they sat opposite each other.

The Yellow-Haired Girl looked at the solemn expression on her grandfather's face, curled her lip, and looked indifferent.

She didn't believe that kid could be an Internal Strength expert.

However, she didn't notice that the sturdy man in camouflage nearby had a face that was as deadpan as ever, yet seemed even more serious than usual.

As for Chen Mo, he was actually very apprehensive.

After all, a group of elderly people had been very respectful to this old man earlier; perhaps he was the big boss of this area when he was young.

Facing a person with such a large gap in age and status for the first time, Chen Mo was still a little nervous.

“Li-style Tai Chi, Li Dequan.” The Old Man in Tang Suit bent his arm and reached out, making a gesture of invitation.

Chen Mo followed suit, slowly extending his left hand, “Basic Boxing, Chen Mo.”

The hand extended by the Old Man in Tang Suit flickered imperceptibly.

Basic Boxing? What on earth is that!

Oh well, perhaps the person is unwilling to reveal their lineage.

“Please!” the Old Man in Tang Suit said in a deep voice.

“Please!” Chen Mo also said.

The hands of the two reached towards each other simultaneously.

The movement was very slow.

So slow it was like rehearsing a Beijing Opera.

But on the Yellow-Haired Girl's face, her expression became serious for the first time.

Because she truly saw it.

The movements of her grandfather's and that kid's hands were both changing rapidly with very subtle increments.

Having been influenced by her grandfather since childhood, she knew what this represented!

In a typical crossing of hands,

it's only after both sides' arms touch

that they each exert force and compete,

countering each move as it comes.

Like her grandfather and this kid,

making the contest beforehand,

showed that both parties, whether in martial arts foundation, eyesight, or immediate reaction,

surpassed ordinary Martial Artists!

The two arms finally touched.

Because the Old Man in Tang Suit's experience was right there,

even though he was unwell, he handled it with ease.

Although Chen Mo had no practical experience, he had mastered so much martial arts data that he couldn't be viewed as a normal person.

So from their facial expressions, both were calm and unhurried.

It seemed even more relaxed than ordinary people arm wrestling.

After testing each other for a while,

Chen Mo felt that the old man's skills were a bit strange—

The pushing hand movements were tight and delicate, very much carrying the meaning of sticking and following to overcome hardness with softness.

But often when he felt this way,

the old man would suddenly use a burst of force, fierce and with a hint of killing intent.

Fortunately, he had already achieved Major Achievement in Basic Internal Energy; otherwise, there was no guarantee he wouldn't be knocked flying.

Even so, this hand-crossing was still a bit uncomfortable for Chen Mo.

On the other hand, the Old Man in Tang Suit

was becoming increasingly spirited.

With his current status, finding a well-matched opponent wasn't difficult.

But even if he found them, those juniors would be constrained, having already half-admitted defeat before they even started.

It wasn't as satisfying as practicing a couple of boxing routines himself!

It was rare to run into Chen Mo today.

This kid was not only an Internal Strength expert at such a young age, but even better, he also didn't seem to know his identity.

He didn't have too many scruples when striking.

This made the old man shout with joy in his heart.

Unknowingly, the force in his hands also increased by thirty percent.

The two had been sparring for a while, and Chen Mo had roughly figured out the old man's moves.

At this moment, within the old man's pattern of overcoming hardness with softness, a fierce force suddenly appeared again.

Chen Mo was prepared; his legs exerted force into a horse stance as he responded steadily.

He didn't expect this force to be exceptionally fierce, coming even more aggressively than the previous momentum.

Chen Mo, after all, had no practical experience. Facing this sudden change, he panicked a little.

His body immediately made an instinctive reaction.

With a lift of his arm and a shake of his wrist,

while the Battle Intent was still flickering on the Old Man in Tang Suit's face,

his entire person had already flown out of the pavilion.