At the Dungeon
Guard 2 said nervously, "How... how is that possible? How is Chen Mo fine after entering a cell with a Tier 2 beast?"
Guard 1, looking baffled, replied, "Not only is he fine, but he seems... scarier now. Quick, check on the beast!"
Guard 2 hesitated, his voice trembling. "This... this can't be real."
Guard 1 glared at him. "What's wrong, idiot? Why do you look like you're about to wet yourself?"
Guard 2 stammered, "Look... the beast... it's dead!"
Guard 1's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! That's impossible! That beast was a Tier 2 monster! Even surviving unscathed would be a miracle, but killing it? No, no, this doesn't make sense. Quick, we need to report this to Master Huo immediately!"
At the Family Competition
The competition was already underway, and murmurs filled the arena.
"Where's that trash Chen Mo? He's too scared to show up!" someone from the crowd jeered.
Another chimed in with a laugh. "Of course! His opponent is Chen Ruo, the Chen family's top genius! Reaching high-level Martial Disciple at such a young age, he's practically guaranteed to become the next family head!"
A third voice added, "Did you hear? Young Master Ruo has even been accepted into the Sword Sect as an outer disciple!"
"Really? The Sword Sect? They have ancestor-level powerhouses! With a backing like that, Chen Ruo's future is set!"
As the referee checked the time, he announced, "If Chen Mo doesn't arrive by the time this incense stick burns out, he will be disqualified."
Chen Ruo smirked confidently. "Do you still believe that trash is coming? He's probably fled the city by now. Just announce the result already; let's not waste any more time."
The referee nodded. "Very well, since—"
A commanding voice interrupted him. "stop,I'm here."
Everyone turned to see Chen Mo walking into the arena, his presence radiating confidence.
Chen Ruo laughed. "I didn't expect you to show up! I really thought you'd run away. But since you're here, delivering yourself to me, I'll give you one chance. Cripple your right arm and beg for mercy, and I might let you live."
Chen Mo's eyes narrowed. "Enough nonsense. Let's fight."
Chen Ruo scoffed. "You had your chance, and you wasted it. Now, you die!" He launched himself at Chen Mo, his fist glowing with power.
From the VIP section, Chen Huo sneered. "Watch closely, Chen Ye. Your son is about to be crippled. My son is a rare genius, one in a hundred years. As for your trash son... useless as always."
Chen Ye, Chen Mo's father, clenched his fists in silent frustration, unable to respond.
As Chen Ruo's fist hurtled toward him, Chen Mo sidestepped with ease.
Chen Ruo's eyes widened in disbelief. "What?! That was just luck! Let's see you dodge this!" He attacked again, aiming directly at Chen Mo's chest.
From the stands, Chen Ye shouted in panic, "Son!"
But Chen Mo stood firm, effortlessly blocking the strike. "Father, relax. This guy's attacks are so weak, they can't hurt me. At most, they tickle!" He let out a hearty laugh.
Chen Ruo stumbled backward, his voice shaking. "How... how is this possible? You're supposed to be trash with no cultivation!"
At this point, Chen Mo had already reached the peak of Martial Disciple, just a step away from Martial Master. Against him, Chen Ruo's attacks were meaningless.
Chen Mo smirked. "Are you done attacking? Good. Now it's my turn!"
With a swift kick, Chen Mo sent Chen Ruo flying out of the arena. The crowd gasped, their disbelief etched on their faces.
Chen Mo turned to the referee, his tone sharp. "What are you daydreaming about? Aren't you going to announce the result?"
The referee snapped out of his daze, stammering nervously. "Y-Young Master Chen Mo is the winner of the 7th round!"