"Stop howling!" Zhao Dehai was irritated by Zou Shuhua's crying and kicked her aside.
"I've invited the only Martial Arts therapist in Taizhou City; Qianqian will be fine."
"Lao Zhao! I'm going to make that bastard pay!"
Zou Shuhua calmed down quite a bit after being kicked, but she was still shouting loudly in a sharp voice.
"Shut up. As long as I erase that bastard's student status, his life will be ruined."
Zhao Dehai covered Zou Shuhua's mouth and squatted beside her, speaking softly.
"I'm going to make sure he's forever estranged from Martial Arts for his entire life!"
The combat instructor nearby glanced at Zhao Dehai and Zou Shuhua, shook his head, and turned to leave.
Bad news, he was also responsible for Zhao Qian's critical injury today, so he would definitely have to pay a lot of money.
Good news, he seemed to have discovered a discriminated genius Martial Artist.
And those blind idiots actually wanted to nip such a genius in the bud.
Truly idiotic.
Thinking of this, the combat instructor took out his phone from his pocket with his intact right hand and dialed a number.
"Hello? Lao Liang, how do you have time to call me?"
The call was answered almost instantly, and the voice on the other end was filled with unconcealable excitement and anticipation.
"Have you thought it through? I told you, taking a relaxed position in our bureau is much more comfortable than being an instructor outside, isn't it?"
"Alright, Wei Zhen, how many times have I told you not to bring this up with me again?"
The training instructor, Liang Yongsheng, frowned. His old comrade always wanted him to take a leisurely job in the bureau.
He, Liang Yongsheng, was not someone who lived off others.
"Then why are you calling me? Could it be to invite me for a meal?"
Wei Zhen sighed. He actually knew that his old comrade wouldn't disturb him unless it was something important.
"Zhao Dehai from First High School might erase a student's status in the next couple of days. Help me stop it."
"That student is called Chen Mo. Don't forget."
Liang Yongsheng was very direct, stating exactly what he wanted Wei Zhen to help with.
"Oh? What kind of student would make you call me personally?" Wei Zhen's interest was immediately piqued after hearing Liang Yongsheng.
"Don't ask. With him around, our Taizhou City might even get a ranking in the National Competition this year."
Liang Yongsheng was still unsure exactly what kind of person Chen Mo was and couldn't make a final judgment for now.
"What!" A sound of a water cup falling to the ground came from the other end of the phone.
"You're saying this student you want to protect might get a ranking in the National Competition?"
"Really? Taizhou has been at the bottom for over ten years straight."
"Would I lie to you?" Liang Yongsheng shook his head, finding it somewhat amusing.
"Don't worry. Help me protect this student, and I'll have him help you get a ranking in the National Competition."
"Okay, since Lao Liang, you've said it yourself, even if the King of Heaven came, they couldn't touch that Chen Mo."
Wei Zhen's tone became extremely serious. This was a genius who could potentially get a ranking in the National Competition, so he couldn't help but take it seriously.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Zhen's mind, which had just been overwhelmed by excitement, cleared up.
"Wait a minute, why would that idiotic principal from First High School target such a genius?"
Wei Zhen scratched his head, finding it hard to figure out.
...
After gathering his belongings, Chen Mo left First High School without a hint of reluctance.
During the battle just now, Chen Mo had already fully integrated the original body's memories.
The original body wasn't originally a good-for-nothing; he had slowly become this way under Zou Shuhua's suppression.
Chen Mo was also prepared for Zou Shuhua and Zhao Dehai to retaliate against him. At worst, he just wouldn't attend the Martial Arts Academy.
"Heh, trashy people."
Standing at the school gate, Chen Mo spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the two glittering golden characters 'First High School'.
"Do you really think I need that Martial Arts Academy?"
"What Martial Arts Academy can compare to Heart of Steel + Tyrant Blood Armor + Intentional Blast Punch?"
"As long as the stats are high enough, even a god can be instantly killed with one punch."
"But... how do I explain it to my family?"
Although Chen Mo had figured it out himself, he still had family.
"I can't tell them the truth. I can only find a way to stall."
Shaking his head, Chen Mo decided to take things one step at a time.
No matter what, he wouldn't regret today's choice.
If he continued to stay at First High School, he estimated he wouldn't be able to resist beating Zou Shuhua to death.
"Kid, you're Chen Mo, right?"
Just as Chen Mo lifted his foot to walk out of the school, Liang Yongsheng caught up from behind.
"That's me. What is it, instructor?" Chen Mo nodded. He had neither a good nor a bad impression of this instructor.
"Do you know you've caused big trouble?"
Liang Yongsheng patted Chen Mo's shoulder with his intact arm.
"That idiot Zhao Dehai wants to erase your student status, making you miss out on the Martial Arts Academy for the rest of your life."
"So what?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. He didn't understand why this instructor would come out to find him.
"You're quite bold, kid." Liang Yongsheng chuckled, not at all angered by Chen Mo's attitude towards him.
Instead, he felt that a Martial Artist should be fearless like Chen Mo.
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm leaving."
Chen Mo frowned. He couldn't understand why this instructor had come to find him.
"Of course I have something to say. Since you can't go back to First High School, then follow me."
"I know some connections and can transfer your student status to Thirty-seventh Middle School."
"Of course, it's just a nominal enrollment. This way, it can help you secure a spot for this Martial Exam."
"As for the days before the Martial Exam, just train with me."
"Why are you helping me?" Chen Mo was a bit confused. He clearly didn't know this instructor, and he had even broken his arm with one punch.
"Why? You're asking me why?"
Liang Yongsheng thought for a moment before giving his answer.
"I don't want a genius to be ruined by an idiot who's worse than a pig."
"That's all, it's very simple."
"..." Chen Mo didn't speak, instead judging the credibility of Liang Yongsheng's words.
No one would offer unsolicited help unless they needed something from you or there was something on you that they wanted.
"Don't worry. You're just a kid who isn't even a Martial Artist yet. Could I possibly harm you?"
"My name is Liang Yongsheng. From now on, just call me Uncle Liang."
"Regarding your student status, I've already sorted it out for you. Starting tomorrow, come report to my martial arts gym every morning at eight."
"My martial arts gym has quite a few First Level and Second Level Martial Artists, all veterans who retired from the front lines."
"They will teach you how to become a true Martial Artist."
"I won't talk anymore. I need to go take care of this broken arm first."
"See you tomorrow."
Liang Yongsheng greeted Chen Mo and then turned to leave.
"First Level and Second Level Martial Artists..." Chen Mo didn't hear anything else besides these few words.
The base damage of Colossal Devour is too high; ordinary people can't withstand it at all.
Only a First Level Martial Artist with over a thousand health points could withstand his punch without dying.
And the recent Liang Yongsheng was a First Level Martial Artist with one thousand seven hundred and fifty health points!
