High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

A short while later.

Chen Mo and Zhao Qiankun stepped out of the elevator and saw that the door to training room 18-1 was open.

"Teacher, there seems to be someone there!"

"There are people here, let's go over!"

As the two arrived at the door, they saw the smiling principal inside, and Li Mengxue with a calm expression.

"Principal!" X2.

"Xiao Zhao, Chen Mo. You've come at the right time. I was going to look for you later anyway, but now that you're here, I don't have to make an extra trip."

The principal looked at Li Mengxue with a gentle expression and said to Chen Mo, "Li Mengxue, Chen Mo, you both know each other, so I won't introduce you."

Hello, Li Mengxue!

"Hello, Chen Mo!"

"You two don't need to be so polite." The principal waved his hand and looked at Chen Mo, "Chen Mo, weren't you using this training room last week?"

"Yes!" Chen Mo already knew what the principal wanted to ask, and quickly said, "Principal, um, I'm so sorry, I broke that alloy dummy!"

"That's impossible! Chen Mo, don't lie and cover it up. Just tell the truth. To split the alloy dummy in two, you need to be at least a Martial Master. You're not even a Martial Artist, how could you possibly have such an ability?"

Li Mengxue, standing beside her, also couldn't believe it. Even she, a first-grade martial artist, couldn't do it.

But she felt that Chen Mo wasn't lying.

"Yes! Chen Mo, even I don't have that kind of strength!" Zhao Qiankun also spoke up. "Chen Mo, did a teacher come by? I remember you came out of seclusion early. Maybe after you came out of seclusion yesterday, a teacher came to practice and accidentally split the alloy dummy in half."

"That's highly likely! After all, a teacher's work card allows them to use the training room at will."

The principal nodded.

"Oh dear! Principal, teachers, there's no point in you guessing here. If you don't believe me, just let me chop it again."

Chen Mo suggested that he would have to reveal some of his strength sooner or later, and this was a good opportunity.

"Huh?" Li Mengxue looked at Chen Mo in surprise. Could Chen Mo really be that amazing?

Both the principal and Zhao Qiankun were taken aback for a moment, then reacted, and Zhao Qiankun spoke first:

"Principal, let Chen Mo give it a try. It'll be a good opportunity to test what he's gained from his seclusion last week. He says he's grasped the essence of swordsmanship, but we don't know if that's true or not!"

The principal nodded. He remembered giving Chen Mo a test: to master a new basic martial art within a week.

But now Chen Mo can't demonstrate it, since if he wants to chop the alloy dummy, he must use his strongest move.

"Sword intent? Chen Mo, you say you've grasped sword intent?"

The principal looked suspicious, and before Chen Mo could answer, he saw Zhao Qiankun and said, "Little Zhao, do you know what sword stance means?"

Zhao Qiankun nodded, and could only tell the truth:

"Principal, I know that Chen Mo's description of the sword technique is different from our understanding; it might be sword energy!"

"I see! If that's the case, then it makes sense!"

As a Grandmaster Martial Arts Master, the Principal understood immediately what Zhao Qiankun was saying.

Then, he looked at Chen Mo and said with some admiration, "Chen Mo, your dantian is ruined, yet you can still use sword energy. Your talent is truly extraordinary."

Chen Mo knew, of course, that what they said was different from what he said, but he didn't expose them.

Let's prove them wrong with facts!

"Principal, may we begin?"

Noticing that Li Mengxue was also interested, the principal smiled slightly: "How about, Mengxue, you and Chen Mo have a contest to see who has stronger attack power?"

"Huh? This...this is a bit too much for Chen Mo, isn't it?" Li Mengxue hesitated. She was a martial artist and could use sword energy, so her strength already far exceeded that of a martial apprentice.

"What's the big deal! This is perfect opportunity for Chen Mo to see the difference between a martial artist's sword energy and a martial apprentice's saber energy. Chen Mo, do you dare?"

"Regardless of victory or defeat, I will allocate some cultivation resources to you."

If Chen Mo performs well, the principal will provide more resources to nurture him; if he performs poorly, the principal will have a reason not to nurture him.

"sure!"

Chen Mo also knew that if he did not demonstrate corresponding value, the principal might very well give up on training him.

He can do without the resources to nurture his family, but the safety of his family must be protected by a powerful figure.

If he leaves the city or offends a powerful force, his family will be severely restricted without anyone protecting them.

"Okay, Mengxue, what about you?"

"Alright, let's have a competition."

Li Mengxue nodded and looked at Chen Mo, "Chen Mo, don't be discouraged if you lose later."

"I know, I lost to you in our previous match, but I wasn't discouraged."

Chen Mo smiled slightly, exuding confidence.

"Should you go first or me?"

"You go first!"

"Okay!" Li Mengxue looked at the principal. "Should we attack the alloy dummy or use the force gauge?"

"Force gauge! The alloy dummy is broken; it can't detect the differences between you."

"good!"

Li Mengxue prepared the equipment while Zhao Qiankun adjusted the force measuring device.

"Debugging complete, ready to begin!"

Li Mengxue nodded slightly, slowly drew her longsword, and circulated her internal energy, making the longsword shine even brighter in an instant.

Chen Mo could see with his naked eye that the sword tip had extended by an inch; that was sword energy.

He suddenly realized that when the werewolf killed him last night, it hadn't used sword energy or true essence; otherwise, he would have been dead long ago.

That werewolf underestimated himself, thinking that a martial arts apprentice wouldn't pose much of a threat, which is why he didn't use his true energy.

No martial artist should be underestimated.

Chen Mo secretly made a mental note of it, vowing to be extra careful in the future.

At that moment, Li Mengxue moved swiftly, her longsword thrusting fiercely towards the force measuring device.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the numbers on the force gauge display skyrocketed.

"5514 kilograms!"

"A very good result! A first-grade martial artist's pure strength is around two thousand kilograms. With perfected swordsmanship, it is doubled. In addition, the armor-piercing effect of the sword energy causes more than five thousand kilograms of damage."

"Mengxue, your attack has surpassed that of an ordinary first-grade martial artist, reaching the attack power of a second-grade martial artist! Your foundation is extremely solid."

The principal praised him lavishly.

Zhao Qiankun, who was standing to the side, was also surprised. He looked at Chen Mo with some worry in his heart. If Chen Mo's strength was too low, he would lose face big time.

"Chen Mo, it's your turn!" Li Mengxue seemed dissatisfied with her attack, and Chen Mo noticed the slight disappointment she had just managed to conceal.

"Alright!" Chen Mo smiled slightly, took an alloy knife and stepped forward, waiting for Zhao Qiankun's order.

"Alright! Let's begin!"

"yes!"

Chen Mo slowly drew his long sword, held it in front of him, and infused it with his spiritual power.

The next second, the long sword hummed, and a cold light seemed to appear, as if it wanted to cut through everything.

Zhao Qiankun and Li Mengxue immediately felt a chill run down their spines, sensing the impending danger, and alarm bells rang loudly.

"Sword stance!"

The principal couldn't help but shout it out!

Damn, that's real swordsmanship!

Having grasped the essence of swordplay, he was intimately familiar with it.