High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

Zhang Hongda's home.

Mr. Zhang was watching videos when he suddenly saw several messages in the residents' group chat. Thinking something serious had happened, he quickly clicked to check.

After reading it, his expression turned somewhat strange.

"Chen Mo has become a martial artist? How is that possible?"

Grandpa Zhang scrolled through the contents again and finally saw that someone had posted a short video, which he clicked to watch.

The video is from surveillance footage taken an hour ago. A figure carrying a backpack flashes by, and the speed of the figure is indicated below:

"30 meters per second!"

This speed has already surpassed the maximum speed of a martial arts apprentice, which is 20 meters per second. It is based on the difference between the two that Chen Mo was judged to be a martial artist.

After reading it, Grandpa Zhang was shocked.

Not long ago, Chen Mo was only a fifth-grade martial apprentice, but now he has broken through to become a martial artist. How is that possible!

You should know that he often ran into Chen Mo when he went downstairs to exercise, and he had asked Chen Mo about his cultivation progress at those times.

At the same time, he also asked his grandson Zhang Hongda to inquire about Chen Mo's grades at school.

It was pretty much exactly what Chen Mo himself said, so Chen Mo wasn't lying.

Three days ago, Sunzi said that Chen Mo's dantian had been destroyed, and there was also a medical report from the First Hospital to prove it, so Chen Mo could not possibly be a martial artist.

Thinking back to the scene of his family bullying Chen Mo's parents last night, Grandpa Zhang became even more determined in his decision.

So, I immediately typed in a rebuttal:

"It's all fake! What's the use of you making up a fake surveillance video to prove that Chen Mo is a martial artist? He's still a waste and will never become a martial artist."

"The medical records from the First Hospital cannot be forged. No matter what you say, it's useless. Unlike my grandson, who is already an eighth-grade martial apprentice with a qi and blood level of 88. He is about to break through to the ninth-grade martial apprentice and becoming a martial artist is only a matter of time."

"He's just a piece of trash, what are you apologizing for? @Uncle Li, @Uncle Lin @......"

Grandpa Zhang tagged everyone who apologized in the group chat.

After sending the message, he felt much better and continued looking at his phone screen, waiting for their reply.

Although he met Chen Mo during his morning workout and greeted him, Grandpa Zhang looked down on Chen Mo. The real reason he greeted Chen Mo was to gather information.

He knew all the high school seniors in the neighborhood very well, and none of them had a cultivation level higher than his grandson's.

In his eyes, Chen Moqin was nothing but a clown, incomparable to his grandson.

His grandson, Zhang Hongda, did not work as hard as Chen Mo, yet he easily surpassed Chen Mo and reached a level that Chen Mo could not achieve.

He is the number one genius in the Garden Community. In a few years, no, or even a few months, his grandson will be admitted to a top-notch martial arts university, and his whole family will be able to move to the Martial Arts Community.

The Martial Arts Community is a residential area exclusively for the families of martial arts practitioners. The security guards who patrol the area are all martial arts practitioners, ensuring top-notch security.

His family is destined to be from a different world from the people in the Garden Community!

Grandpa Zhang, who was daydreaming about living a happy life in the Martial Arts Community, suddenly heard a notification sound and quickly checked it.

"This surveillance video is real, without any editing or speed-up; it's absolutely not fake. I guarantee it on behalf of the security office. Even I, a ninth-rank martial arts apprentice, am not that fast!"

This was a confirmation message from the security captain, and everyone believed it.

Therefore, those who were just tagged by Grandpa Zhang all sent messages to refute him.

These people said all sorts of nasty things, which made Grandpa Zhang so angry he was practically fuming.

He immediately stood up and knocked on his grandson's door.

"Hongda, it's me. I need to talk to you about something!"

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Zhang Hongda opened the door and saw his grandfather's face was covered in frost. He immediately asked, "Who offended you? I'm going to go and teach their juniors a lesson."

Among the younger generation in the Garden Community, he is the one with the highest cultivation level. The older generation generally does not interfere in the sparring among their peers.

Therefore, relying on his own cultivation, Zhang Hongda became the leader of his generation in the Garden Community. If anyone offended his family, he would teach their juniors a lesson under the guise of sparring or giving them pointers.

"It's Chen Mo! Look!"

Grandpa Zhang showed the surveillance video to his grandson.

Zhang Hongda patiently watched the video and said dismissively:

"That's it! This video is obviously fake! His actual speed isn't 30 meters per second. It's just labeled there to mislead people into thinking that's his speed."

"Chen Mo's dantian is ruined, so he can't possibly become a martial artist. I heard at school that he's had an epiphany and his comprehension has improved. This is the effect of mastering the martial arts."

"These past few days, he's been hiding at school, making boastful statements on the forum but not daring to accept the challenge. Clearly, he's not as good as people think."

"Grandpa, don't be angry. He's coming back today anyway, I'll go upstairs and make him face reality."

"I've already taught his parents a lesson, so what's one more?"

Grandpa Zhang's anger vanished instantly. He said "good" three times, left the group chat, and put his phone away.

"I'll go up too. As an elder, I can teach his parents how to educate their children."

"Okay, let's go upstairs together!" The two went out together and walked upstairs.

In less than a minute, the two arrived at Chen Mo's house from the ground floor.

Zhang Hongda didn't even ring the doorbell; he just banged on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Mo, who was inside the house, heard someone knocking on the door and immediately activated his mental perception. It turned out to be Zhang Hongda and his grandson.

I haven't even come looking for you yet, and you guys have already come knocking on my door!

"Mom, sit down, I'll go open the door."

Chen Mo moved swiftly, covering three meters in a single step, and arrived at the door in two strides, immediately releasing his [Aura]:

"Zhang Hongda, go knock on your mother's head!"

Just as Zhang Hongda was about to continue knocking on the door, he felt an invisible pressure surging towards him from all directions, and he immediately stopped knocking.

He immediately fought back, but it was no use at all; the pressure was too strong, and he felt like his body was about to collapse.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Grandpa Zhang Hongda and his grandson knelt one after the other in front of Chen Mo's house.

Just then, Chen Mo opened the door.

"Zhang Hongda, Grandpa Zhang, what's going on? Do you know you did something wrong, so you're apologizing to your superiors?"

His tone was full of sarcasm and irony.

"Chen Mo, what have you done to us?" Zhang Hongda struggled to break free from the invisible pressure. Hearing Chen Mo's words, his face turned even angrier, making him look particularly ferocious.

Because of his low cultivation level and declining vitality due to old age, Grandpa Zhang was directly pressed to the ground. Fear spread through him, causing his body to tremble incessantly.

Chen Mo didn't have time to explain to them. He kicked Zhang Hongda, who flew backward and crashed into Grandpa Zhang, who was lying on the ground.

"You have no right to know. You insulted my parents yesterday; you're so foul-mouthed!"

"You! You..."

Before Zhang Hongda could continue speaking, Chen Mo stepped forward, grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and slapped him repeatedly.

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