15: Chapter 15 Us? Go teach Chen Moxian a lesson?

"Sleeping so soundly."

When he woke up, it was nearly twelve noon, and Chen Moxuan stretched contentedly.

No matter which world he was in, in his memory, the opportunity to sleep peacefully until the middle of the day was very rare.

[ Current Mental Energy 100/100 (100%) ]

He could recover five points of Mental Energy per hour during deep sleep, and having slept from seven last night until now, Chen Moxuan had slept for a full seventeen hours, which could be said to be an abundant recovery.

This was also the benefit of keeping Mental Energy consumption at 20%; if it dropped below 20%, it would greatly affect his Mental Energy recovery while in a sleep state.

As for the recovery speed of Mental Energy while awake, it was almost negligible.

After washing up and changing clothes, Chen Moxuan planned to head out to Henghuo Martial Arts School.

Following his memory, Chen Moxuan arrived at a pie shop not far from his home.

This shop was on the way from Chen Moxuan's home to Henghuo Martial Arts School, and he often bought a pie on his way to school, eventually becoming a familiar face to the shop owner.

"Uncle Zhang, give me a twenty-five yuan beef pie."

"Coming right up."

Uncle Zhang put on a smile and readily agreed, but finding the voice familiar, he looked closely at the customer's appearance, his smile widening even more:

"Little Chen, why haven't I seen you these past two days?"

"I was in a competition and got hospitalized," Chen Moxuan replied.

"There is a lot of pressure in practicing martial arts now, but you still have to cherish your own body. I suffered some hidden injuries back then, so I dropped out in my second year of high school."

Uncle Zhang skillfully made the pie while his mouth kept moving, constantly muttering,

"Being a Martial Artist has a bright future, but if you young folks ruin your bodies early on, there's no point in talking about a future."

"My son is also attending a martial arts school now, though it's not the same one as yours. He was also in the hospital recently recovering from an injury from a competition."

"Ever since his mother fell ill with a strange disease, he has become increasingly taciturn, and communicates with me less and less..."

While waiting, Chen Moxuan scrolled through his phone, responding to Uncle Zhang from time to time.

He knew that when there were regular customers, Uncle Zhang liked to chat while making pies, and all he had to do was listen.

In reality, Chen Moxuan knew that Uncle Zhang's son was in the same school as him, and was none other than the school team captain, Zhang Qing, but Chen Moxuan had lied about the school.

Firstly, he didn't like to proactively reveal his real personal information, and secondly, because he had never had the opportunity to come into contact with Zhang Qing before this.

Letting Uncle Zhang know he and his son were in the same school would inevitably lead to constant questioning; he didn't want to get involved in other people's family affairs.

Soon, a steaming hot pie was fresh out of the oven amidst Uncle Zhang's chatter.

The pie had an alluring golden-yellow appearance, the crust thin as a cicada's wing yet clearly layered, dotted with finely chopped green onions on the surface, emitting a mellow aroma of intertwined wheat and meat.

"It's so big? I asked for the twenty-five yuan one, right?" Receiving the pie that was larger than expected, Chen Moxuan asked in confusion.

"You just got out of the hospital, you need more nourishment. Consider the rest as payment for chatting with me," Uncle Zhang said with a chuckle.

With his wife hospitalized and rarely chatting with his son, guarding the pie shop from five in the morning to nine at night, he was truly too lonely; he was quite satisfied just having someone to listen to him speak.

After paying, Chen Moxuan set off for school again, taking a bite of the beef pie on the way.

The pie's crust was very crispy, and the filling was generous; the meat juices seeped out as he chewed, making Chen Moxuan's appetite soar, and he quickly finished the large pie.

Chen Moxuan's home could be considered to be in the city center; in recent years, shop rents nearby had been rising, and prices had followed suit.

Only Uncle Zhang's shop kept the pies at the same price, and the filling remained just as generous.

This was one of the reasons Chen Moxuan liked to patronize this place.

"I hope such a conscientious shop never goes out of business."

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Chen Moxuan walked quickly toward Henghuo Martial Arts School.

...

"I really envy Curly, he can follow Brother Kai around every day, while we do all the dirty work."

After Li Ping and Ma Yong followed Liu Kai's instructions to take Zeng Xiao and the others to the hospital, they returned to school.

"Nothing we can do, who told him to be strong, he even managed to get into the school team."

"This won't do, if we keep going like this, we'll just be the underlings, taking on all the dirty and tiring work, and barely getting any benefits," Ma Yong kicked a pebble on the side of the road hard,

"We have to find a way to prove our value."

Passing a corner, suddenly, Li Ping reached out and pointed to the front side.

"Hey, look, doesn't that person over there look a bit familiar?"

There, a fair-skinned, black-haired youth was walking at a speed much faster than those around him, quite conspicuous.

"It's Chen Moxuan..."

Not long ago, Liu Kai had sent the two of them to investigate information related to Chen Moxuan, and Ma Yong still remembered it vividly.

"Right! It's him, he looks just like the photo." After Ma Yong mentioned it, Li Ping also reacted.

"What a great opportunity; we are still a distance from the school, and there are no cameras around."

"Let's go teach him a lesson to vent some frustration for Brother Kai; we'll definitely be able to get some good benefits," Ma Yong suggested.

"Us? Teach Chen Moxuan a lesson? That Chen Moxuan was able to go head-to-head with Lin Muhan..."

"How long has it been since you surfed the internet? Didn't you see everyone saying that was made up?"

"It's not, I have a friend who was at the scene who insisted to me that it didn't look fake."

"That's still not fake? What kind of brain do you have to believe that a Rank 6 of the First Realm could fight a Rank 3 of the Second Realm?" Ma Yong looked speechless,

"Forget it, whether you go or not, I can handle it alone."

Saying this, ignoring Li Ping's dissuasion, Ma Yong grabbed a stone from the roadside, circulating his Qi and blood to speed up his pace while also lightening his footsteps.

He wanted to make progress too much.

Moreover, he didn't believe that with his cultivation of the Seventh Rank of the First Realm, he wouldn't be able to handle someone of the Sixth Rank of the First Realm by surprise attack.

If martial arts cultivation were to be further subdivided, every three ranks within the same realm is a small watershed, which can be called Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.

The Sixth Rank and Seventh Rank seemingly only differ by one rank, but in reality, it is the gap between the Middle Stage and Late Stage of the Blood Accumulation Realm.

Just in terms of basic punch force, the Seventh Rank is two hundred kilograms higher than the Sixth Rank!

Soon, Ma Yong caught up behind Chen Moxuan, raised the stone in his hand high, and smashed it fiercely toward the back of Chen Moxuan's head.

The moment he acted, Ma Yong no longer concealed his aura, his face filled with a ferocious smile, as if he had already seen Chen Moxuan bleeding from the head.

But the expected feeling did not come; the stone in Ma Yong's hand swung through empty air, and the figure of Chen Moxuan in front of him seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The next instant, Ma Yong felt the world spinning, and his whole body lost its balance.

"What's going on?"

This thought became Ma Yong's last thought before losing consciousness.

He only felt a hand grab the back of his head, slamming his entire body, which was suspended in mid-air, downward.

As the ground continuously magnified in his field of vision, Ma Yong's face collided violently with the earth.

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull thud, Ma Yong lost consciousness.

Li Ping, who was in the distance, had the entire situation branded into his eyes, speechless and dumbfounded.

Ma Yong was taken out in one move?!