High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

At this point, Zhao Qiankun glanced at everyone, his gaze lingering slightly as it passed over Song Hao and Li Donghai.

It seemed to be a warning to the two.

Song Hao, however, disagreed. He was determined to transfer classes and was not afraid of offending Zhao Qiankun.

At school, Zhao Qiankun couldn't do anything to him.

After all, he is from a martial arts family.

In contrast, Li Donghai trembled and subconsciously lowered his head, not daring to meet Zhao Qiankun's gaze.

He felt a sharp gaze, as if it were about to cut him in half, and his scalp tingled.

He was instinctively afraid of Zhao Qiankun, his homeroom teacher.

Zhao Qiankun was strict and treated everyone the same, regardless of whether you were an ordinary civilian or a member of a martial arts family. If you didn't work hard, you would still be taught a lesson.

Saying anything is useless!

Most of the students lowered their heads, not daring to meet Zhao Qiankun's gaze.

Zhao Qiankun left a deep shadow on them.

Lin Xiaoyan and Chen Mo, on the other hand, looked completely at ease.

Zhao Qiankun's gaze finally settled on Chen Mo:

"Chen Mo, do you need time to recover? You just had a battle. To be fair, you should rest for a while!"

"No need, teacher! It's not too late to rest after the treatment is over!"

Chen Mo wasn't tired at all from the fight just now. Lin Xiaoyan's moves were all within his expectations, so he was able to win easily.

During Lin Xiaoyan's match with Song Hao, he memorized Lin Xiaoyan's moves and immediately recognized their flaws.

Using the same basic knife skills, winning is too easy.

However, in order not to discourage Lin Xiaoyan, he held back a bit, and it took more than a dozen moves before Lin Xiaoyan admitted defeat.

"In that case, you should get ready, the competition will begin soon."

"Wait, Teacher Zhao, you haven't explained to us how Chen Mo beat Lin Xiaoyan. Chen Mo's victory was inexplicable, and the students are not convinced."

Song Hao wanted to give Chen Mo a blow before the competition, and at the same time, he hadn't seen it very clearly just now and wanted to know how Chen Mo won.

Be prepared for this; we absolutely cannot let Chen Mo find an opportunity.

Chen Mo's moves were incredibly fast, but Lin Xiaoyan's mind was completely focused on him, so he didn't see how Chen Mo made his move.

Faced with this question, Zhao Qiankun was not angry, and looked at Lin Xiaoyan:

"Xiaoyan, tell everyone!"

"Okay, teacher!"

Lin Xiaoyan stepped forward, took off her right wristband, and showed it to everyone:

"That's why I give up!"

Everyone was confused, but they could see that Lin Xiaoyan had a round red spot about the size of a thumb on her right wrist, about three inches above her wrist.

Before they could even voice their questions, Lin Xiaoyan explained directly:

"This red spot is where Chen Mo just touched it with the tip of his knife. If he had used more force, my hand would have been injured. If it had been a sharp weapon, the tendons in my wrist would probably be severed!"

"That move was too fast; I couldn't react at all!"

"Knowing he was no match for Chen Mo, he naturally conceded defeat!"

Now everyone understood that Lin Xiaoyan hadn't thrown the match; she had indeed lost.

Many students stared wide-eyed, mouths slightly agape, unsure of what to say.

At this moment, Zhao Qiankun spoke up to corroborate:

"Chen Mo's moves are fast, and I saw them quite clearly. Chen Mo struck Lin Xiaoyan's wrist at the exact moment when her old strength hadn't dissipated and her new strength hadn't arrived. If the force had been stronger, she probably wouldn't have been able to grip the knife tightly."

The students were well aware of Zhao Qiankun's martial arts skills; he could see subtle changes that they couldn't, let alone the two's moves.

Even if Chen Mo's moves were faster, he could still see them clearly.

During the martial arts apprentice stage, one simply focuses on cultivating qi and blood to strengthen the body, gradually increasing its strength. The enhancement of the five senses is a slow process.

Therefore, what they saw of Chen Mo's move was just an afterimage. Whether it actually touched Lin Xiaoyan's wrist or not, they couldn't see clearly at all because it was too fast!

And that is the speed of the perfected sword technique.

The difference between a martial artist and a martial apprentice is enormous, equivalent to a complete transformation. Their five senses are enhanced several times over, something a martial apprentice simply cannot compare to.

Data comparison shows that the enhancement of martial arts apprentices is 0.1 or 0.2, while the enhancement of martial artists is 1, 2, or 3, a difference of several to tens of times.

A world apart!

A world of difference!

Therefore, Zhao Qiankun's words are very convincing.

Most of the students believed it.

Even Li Donghai believed it. He had been instantly killed by Chen Mo before, so he naturally knew how fast Chen Mo could attack.

Zhao Qiankun's explanation has now cleared up his doubts.

Only Song Hao remained unconvinced, believing that Zhao Qiankun was protecting Chen Mo and making Chen Mo famous, and therefore exaggerated the situation.

He didn't deny that Chen Mo was capable, but his abilities were far too exaggerated.

He wasn't paying attention to Chen Mo just now, and thought that Lin Xiaoyan had let him win; otherwise, Chen Mo wouldn't have won.

This time, he wouldn't hold back, so that Chen Mo would know how powerful he was.

This also let Zhao Qiankun know that he was the undisputed number one.

The thought of Zhao Qiankun being furious at the thought of getting first place and then being transferred to another class made Song Hao feel incredibly happy.

Who told Zhao Qiankun to disregard him? He is the real martial arts genius, not some nobody like Chen Mo!

"Teacher, I'm ready. The competition can begin!"

Chen Mo didn't want to delay any longer and waste time.

Zhao Qiankun nodded: "Song Hao, I've finished explaining. Come up here and prepare to compete with Chen Mo!"

Song Hao did not respond. He lightly leaped onto the arena and took a few steps to reach Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, wondering what Song Hao was up to, when he heard the following:

"Chen Mo, do you dare switch weapons and fight for real?!"

"Change weapons? No way!" Chen Mo refused. He immediately guessed what Song Hao was thinking. He just wanted to deliberately injure him during the competition!

There's no need to switch weapons; you can defeat Song Hao with a wooden sword.

Hearing Chen Mo's refusal, Song Hao's face fell, and he wanted to provoke Chen Mo further:

"What? You're scared! Afraid I'll hurt you? How can you be so timid! If you're so cowardly, you might as well transfer to the humanities class!"

"Don't try to provoke me! Are you going to compete or not? If not, I'm stepping down!"

Chen Mo interrupted Song Hao, saying that if he continued to ramble on, it would just turn into empty talk.

Surprisingly, it didn't provoke Chen Mo at all!

Seeing Chen Mo's resolute attitude, and fearing that Chen Mo might actually step down, Song Hao snorted, retreated ten meters away, and stared coldly at Chen Mo, awaiting Zhao Qiankun's order.

You'll see what happens later!

Seeing the murderous intent emanating from Song Hao, Chen Mo sentenced him to death in his heart, vowing to kill him whenever he had the chance!

I guess that's what they were thinking too!

Seeing that the two were almost ready, Zhao Qiankun asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready!" *2!

"Alright, ready!"

Seeing that both men had drawn their weapons, Zhao Qiankun immediately shouted:

"start!"