High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

"This station reports that Luo Jianren, a fifth-rank martial arts master fugitive, has appeared in the eastern district of Jiangbei City. He has already killed one third-rank martial arts master and five ordinary people. The Martial Arts Guild and the Jiangbei City Law Enforcement Bureau have issued a reward: 10,000 yuan for any valid clues about fugitive Luo Jianren, and 100,000 yuan for capturing or killing Luo Jianren."

"The following is a photo of fugitive Luo Jianren, along with his basic information: Luo Jianren, male, 37 years old, a fifth-rank martial artist, skilled in movement techniques and proficient in swordsmanship."

"This station reminds everyone: If ordinary people encounter Luo Jianren, they must not panic or become agitated. Martial artists have extremely keen senses, and any unusual behavior will be detected by him. Therefore, ordinary people should avoid Luo Jianren if possible."

"Martial artists also need to act according to their own abilities. They should at least have comparable strength before fighting. If they are not strong enough, they should notify the Martial Arts Guild or the Law Enforcement Bureau."

"Next, let's move on to the next news story..."

Inside the hospital room, Chen Mo and his father watched the news on television.

Upon seeing the news, both father and son frowned. A fugitive who was a fifth-rank martial artist would only face certain death if they encountered him.

A sense of crisis gripped Chen Mo, and he lost all interest in reading the news below.

"Dad, turn off the TV!"

"Okay! I'm not watching anymore!"

Chen Mingyuan turned off the TV casually. He also had a bad feeling and felt heavy-hearted.

"Dad, our home is in the East District. You and Mom need to be careful when you come to and from the hospital. If you run into Luo Jianren, you and Mom must pretend you didn't see him. We are just ordinary people. If he targets us, we will only die."

Chen Mo was filled with worry because his father often had to travel for work.

Especially these past few days, I've had to come to the hospital to take care of him.

"Xiao Mo, Dad knows. I'll be careful. You don't need to worry too much. Everyone hates fugitives; he couldn't possibly kill someone in broad daylight."

"Your mother and I travel to and from the hospital during the day, and we take the bus. There are many people watching us, so there's no danger."

Chen Mingyuan walked over and patted his son on the shoulder. Hearing his son's caring words, his previously uneasy heart relaxed.

Chen Mo also breathed a sigh of relief.

Dad was right. Only someone who's gone mad would kill someone in broad daylight.

But you never know when he might come out at night. If he breaks into a house and kills someone, there's no way to hide.

Although Chen Mo's family lived in a residential community with security guards at the entrance, none of them were martial artists. Luo Jianren, a fifth-rank martial artist, could easily enter the community.

Chen Mo looked at Chen Mingyuan and earnestly gave him instructions:

"He doesn't come out during the day, but we should still be careful at night."

"Yes, I know. Your dad is at least 40 years old. I've seen a lot of people and have more experience than you. Nothing unexpected will happen."

"if……"

I was just about to say that if your dantian hadn't been destroyed, I would have warned you not to act recklessly, and to be careful even if you encountered Luo Jianren.

But thinking of her son's current situation, she swallowed her words.

In order to prevent his son from seeing his thoughts, Chen Mingyuan immediately changed the subject.

"Xiao Mo, do you know who really harmed you? Could it be this fugitive?"

As soon as he asked the question, Chen Mingyuan regretted it. This had just brought up his dantian again.

So he quickly explained.

"Xiao Mo, I was just worried about you and wanted to find out what happened. I didn't have any other intentions."

Seeing his father looking somewhat helpless, Chen Mo felt a pang of sadness, and a strange emotion welled up inside him.

"Dad, I know. I don't know what happened at the time. I was walking home from school as usual. When I passed that section of road, everything suddenly went black, and when I woke up, I found myself here."

"Whether at school or outside, I have never offended anyone."

"As for whether it was that fugitive, I'm not quite sure. That fugitive was a murderer; I shouldn't have been spared."

"Hmm, Dad thinks so too. You wouldn't be so lucky if you encountered a murderer. But why would someone destroy your dantian for no reason? Think about what unusual things have happened to you recently?"

Since the topic had already been brought up and his son was willing to talk to him, Chen Mingyuan decided to get to the bottom of it.

Chen Mo thought carefully but found nothing unusual, so he shook his head:

"There's really nothing unusual. I go to and from school the only way, and I haven't spoken to any strangers. I certainly wouldn't have offended a martial artist."

"Sigh, forget it, don't think about it if you can't remember. Let's wait for the law enforcement bureau to investigate. You should get some rest."

Chen Mingyuan had no choice but to accept his fate.

At 40 years old, he has long passed the age of naivety.

He knew that the law enforcement investigation would yield no results.

Without surveillance footage and without the victim seeing the perpetrator, there is no evidence to provide, making it virtually impossible to find the killer.

Moreover, the family are all ordinary people; how could they possibly hire a martial artist to help with the investigation?

If a martial artist wanted to investigate, they could basically determine what kind of technique was used and the approximate strength based on the residual aura in the wound, thus narrowing down the possible possibilities considerably.

However, the culprit still could not be found quickly, which required the martial artists' energy and a large amount of financial resources.

A martial artist wouldn't do something so strenuous and thankless.

Chen Mo was aware of this situation, and that was indeed the case.

A martial artist can earn tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of dollars by leaving the city once and killing a few ferocious beasts. Who would be willing to spend their energy investigating the murderer for you?

Chen Mo's family was not wealthy and could not afford to hire martial artists.

Moreover, your dantian is ruined, your path to martial arts is cut off, you can't become a martial artist, and you have no value whatsoever.

If you're a genius, people might even owe you a favor and help you out.

But you are not.

Ultimately, you still have to rely on yourself.

Chen Mo hummed in agreement, then closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Then, he released his senses and continued to train his mental strength.

Seeing the world from a third-person perspective always felt novel to Chen Mo. From this perspective, he could not only see things more clearly and in greater detail, but also see the essence of some things.

Suddenly, Chen Mo thought, since he could perceive things in the outside world, could he also see things in his own mind?

Without hesitation, Chen Mo withdrew his senses and introspected.

next second.

My own muscles, internal organs, bones, and major blood vessels appeared before my eyes, just like the anatomical diagrams I had seen in my previous life.

The heart is pounding, pumping blood out of the atria, and the blood flows along the blood vessels.

Chen Mo was somewhat disappointed. He had thought he would be able to see the body's meridians, but he could only see anatomical diagrams. He couldn't see the very small blood vessels and nerves.

His attention fell on the back of his neck, where he saw some small blood vessels had ruptured, blood pooling, and some areas had already healed.

This is where the killer knocked him unconscious.

Next, my attention shifted to the lower abdomen, specifically the dantian area. There was a thumb-sized wound extending from the outside into the abdominal cavity. The external muscles had been stitched up, but there was still some blood stasis.