"Who? Me?"
Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, then almost burst out laughing.
This stinky bitch is really seeking death herself, saving him the trouble of finding a chance to deal with her.
However, looking at the small red dots on the surrounding classmates, Chen Mo always felt an urge to beat everyone present.
He wondered if the class president, with 106 HP, could withstand his charged attack.
The base damage of Colossal Devour was 80, plus an additional 12% of HP as damage, totaling up to 191 damage. He estimated that one punch could kill Zhao Qian, this stinky bitch.
"What, you don't dare?" Zhao Qian raised her eyebrows. She was very certain that Chen Mo was scared.
As one of the top-tier wastes in the class, Chen Mo would try every means to avoid sparring in every practical combat class.
This kind of trash was not worthy of striving in the same class as her. What she had to do today was to remove this tumor from the class.
Zhao Qian's intentions were quite malicious. She had no intention of holding back in the upcoming spar and was determined to beat Chen Mo into a cripple.
At the very least, she wanted him hospitalized for half a year so that he wouldn't hold the class back.
Moreover, practical combat classes had injury quotas, so the school couldn't find fault with her.
"If you don't dare, then get out of Class Three right now, and go back to where you belong."
"For example, a garbage dump."
Zhao Qian snorted coldly, her eyes full of disdain.
"Then let's spar, the two of us." Chen Mo's lips curved up, and he lifted his foot, walking into the sparring arena.
Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment. She hadn't expected Chen Mo to actually dare to fight her.
Was he really not afraid of being beaten into a cripple by her?
Zhao Qian cast an inquiring look towards Zou Shuhua in the distance. Zou Shuhua nodded without any hesitation.
"Do you need me to go easy on you?"
Chen Mo naturally saw the exchange of glances between Zhao Qian and Zou Shuhua. He rubbed his fists and looked at Zhao Qian.
"I don't need a waste like you to go easy on me!"
Zhao Qian's temper was already bad, and being provoked by Chen Mo like this instantly made her explode.
One could see Zhao Qian moving quickly, approaching Chen Mo rapidly with a very nimble footwork.
This footwork was taught by every martial arts high school on the first day of student enrollment. Unfortunately, Chen Mo's original body, this waste, didn't know it.
Seeing Chen Mo still standing rooted to the spot without reacting, Zhao Qian snorted disdainfully and threw a punch towards Chen Mo's temple.
【Received Critical Damage, HP -9】
The temple was one of the human body's weak points. Zhao Qian's attack power was 6, and a 1.5x critical hit dealt 9 HP damage.
But this pathetic nine points of damage only took away one percent of Chen Mo's HP. Chen Mo didn't even feel any pain.
"Is that all?" Chen Mo grabbed Zhao Qian's wrist and squeezed it tightly.
"Are you tickling me?"
"How is that possible!?"
Not just Zhao Qian, everyone in Senior Class Three, including Zou Shuhua, let out a gasp of surprise.
"Even if I stand here today and let you hit me, you won't be able to do anything to me."
Chen Mo glanced at his HP recovery rate, 4 points per second.
"Impossible, a waste like you..."
Zhao Qian pulled her hand free from Chen Mo's grasp and continuously threw six punches at Chen Mo's chest, neck, and temple.
【Received Critical Damage, HP -9】
【Received Critical Damage, HP -9】
【...】
Zhao Qian used all her strength in these six punches. Logically, Chen Mo should have been beaten into a cripple by her.
Why could he still stand here completely unharmed?
This is impossible! This is unreasonable!
"Are you done hitting?" Chen Mo snorted coldly, looking at the shining Heart of Steel mark on Zhao Qian, clenched his fist, and swung it out fiercely!
*Clang!*
With a pleasant crisp sound, Zhao Qian's HP was instantly cleared.
【Dealt 191 damage, Max HP permanently increased by 23!】
"Ugh..." Zhao Qian's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Her entire chest caved in, and she vomited large mouthfuls of blood.
"Sorry, I didn't expect you to be so squishy."
Chen Mo chuckled, pushing the already stiff Zhao Qian onto the ground.
"Who else wants to try with me?"
Everyone froze in place, staring dumbfounded at Zhao Qian, who was lying on the ground barely breathing.
After several seconds, the instructor in charge of the practical combat class finally came back to his senses and immediately took out his phone to dial the emergency number.
"Don't just stand there! This child is dying!"
"School doctor, quickly go call the school doctor!"
This scene was something no one had anticipated. Their class's strongest Zhao Qian was actually killed with one punch by Chen Mo, this notorious trash.
Looking at Zhao Qian's condition, even if she didn't die, she would be a cripple, completely losing the possibility of participating in the Martial Exam.
Her chest was deeply caved in, and her stark white broken ribs had pierced through her muscle, skin, and clothes, exposed to the air.
"Ah!!!" Zou Shuhua screamed and rushed onto the sparring arena, but looking at the dying Zhao Qian, she found there was absolutely nowhere for her to intervene.
"You! It's all you!"
Zou Shuhua screamed madly at Chen Mo and slapped his chest with a heart-gouging claw attack.
With a muffled thud, Chen Mo's body didn't move at all.
【Received Normal Damage, HP -25】
"You... attacked me?" Chen Mo was a little disbelieving. As a teacher, Zou Shuhua actually tried to kill a student.
"You, why?" Zou Shuhua stared at the unharmed Chen Mo, frozen in place.
"Since you attacked me, don't blame me for fighting back!"
Chen Mo had long been unhappy with this old geezer. He estimated that Zhao Qian specifically picking him to spar was instigated by this old geezer!
*Clang!*
Unfortunately, Chen Mo's punch didn't land on Zou Shuhua. The practical combat instructor beside them raised an arm to block Chen Mo's fist.
【Dealt 193 damage, Max HP permanently increased by 23!】
"Good kid, the power of this punch is comparable to a First Level Martial Artist!"
The practical combat instructor looked at his broken arm, watching Chen Mo with a complicated yet appreciative gaze.
"You dare to attack a teacher! I'll have the school board expel you! You, Chen Mo, must get out of First High School!"
"Remember this! If First High School has you, it won't have me! If it has me, it won't have you!"
Zou Shuhua howled madly at Chen Mo like a mad dog.
"Still not behaving?" Chen Mo gritted his teeth. Even if he was expelled today, he would still give this old geezer a punch!
"Stop!"
Just as Chen Mo was about to kill Zou Shuhua on the spot, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline pushed open the door of the practical combat training room and walked in.
"Chen Mo, you can get out of First High School. From now on, our First High School does not welcome you."
That man was precisely Zou Shuhua's husband and the principal of First High School, Zhao Dehai.
Zhao Qian was exactly Zhao Dehai's niece. His own niece being almost beaten to death by a poor student was something Zhao Dehai absolutely could not accept.
"......" Chen Mo didn't speak. After giving Zou Shuhua a cold glance, he turned and left.