High Martial Arts: Enlightenment after Practices

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Su Yueling’s First Battle

He threw a simple, direct punch!

No fancy moves—just pure power and speed!

Hu Haobo gritted his teeth and crossed his arms to block again.

BANG!

It was like being hit by a battering ram. Hu Haobo felt an unstoppable force slam into him, a searing pain shooting through his crossed arms as he was sent flying off his feet.

Li Mo pressed his advantage, striding forward to throw another punch at Hu Haobo, who was still airborne!

If that punch landed, Hu Haobo would be severely injured, if not dead!

A figure shot onto the arena platform—it was Teacher Zhou Yun. She met Li Mo’s fist with a single hand.

With a soft puff, Li Mo’s ferocious Fist Force dissipated into nothing.

The Soft Force pushed his massive frame back half a step. He slid back slightly, a smile finally breaking across his face.

Zhou Yun looked over at Hu Haobo to check his injuries.

”Fractured arms and internal injuries.” Zhou Yun’s brow furrowed. She immediately signaled to the medical staff at the side of the stage. ”Take him for treatment.”

Hu Haobo’s face was ashen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Li Mo, who was still smiling, his eyes filled with unwillingness to accept defeat.

He had completely misjudged Li Mo’s strength. He thought that even with a gap in their Life Energy Levels, it wouldn’t be this one-sided.

He never imagined Li Mo’s explosive power would be so far beyond his expectations. ’I couldn’t even take a single punch!’

He had heard that Xu Wuyi once beat him on the Battle Network... ’How did he manage that?’

The AI promptly announced, ”Li Mo wins! Match score: 84 points! Hu Haobo: 80 points!”

Li Mo shook his thick arms and sauntered off the platform as if the fight had been a mere warm-up. He even seemed a little dissatisfied.

The fight ended too quickly, giving him no room to show his skills. That was why his score was a bit low—even lower than Xu Wuyi’s.

However, the college entrance exam had accounted for this situation, so each candidate had the opportunity for three matches.

Of course, in the college entrance exam, the three matches were spread out over three days. After each day’s competition, a batch of candidates would either choose to end their exam or withdraw due to injury.

But since the joint exam had fewer participants, candidates were allowed to register again immediately. Xu Wuyi had already re-registered earlier, and now Li Mo did the same.

Only the injured, Zhao Ding and Hu Haobo, would have to wait until tomorrow for their next match.

Soon, the system matched another A-level exam battle.

Li Mo got lucky and was selected again.

This time, the other name displayed on the battle screen sent another jolt through the crowd—Su Yueling from United Middle School!

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「In the arena.」

Li Mo looked at the cold and detached Su Yueling across from him and grinned. ”Su Yueling, how many of my punches can you take?”

Su Yueling didn’t speak. Her hands hung naturally at her sides, fingertips slightly curled, her eyes as calm and still as a dark pool.

”Begin!”

Li Mo stuck to his old tactic: a ferocious, all-out assault. His massive fists smashed toward Su Yueling in an attempt to overwhelm skill with brute force.

However, Su Yueling’s figure seemed to dissolve into a wisp of green smoke. Her footwork was as light as if she were stepping on clouds, and she dodged the punch by a hair’s breadth.

The wind from the punch merely stirred the tips of her hair.

At the same time, she formed a sword-finger, a faint, sharp energy swirling around its tip. With a soft HISS, she jabbed at an acupoint on Li Mo’s wrist.

Li Mo’s wrist went numb, and his Fist Momentum faltered for an instant.

He was tough and resilient; the finger strike hadn’t broken his skin. But a phantom sword shadow inexplicably appeared, bringing with it a sharp, stinging pain.

”Hmm?” Li Mo dropped his contemptuous attitude. ’This woman’s Finger Technique is something else.’

He roared, his Fist Momentum unfurling like a tempest. A web of fist-shadows enveloped Su Yueling.

But Su Yueling’s Body Technique was too elusive. She always managed to evade just as the fist-shadows were about to connect, dodging by the slimmest of margins.

Li Mo felt like he was fighting a shadow; he couldn’t land a single hit.

Su Yueling never met Li Mo’s fists head-on. She always sought out openings, yet her Finger Technique never seemed to truly strike him either.

But every time her fingers descended, the accompanying sword shadow was unavoidable, and the number of cuts on Li Mo’s body rapidly increased.

At first, Li Mo could rely on his abundant Qi and Blood to endure it. It just felt like a few pinpricks—nothing serious.

But gradually, he realized something was wrong.

Beads of blood began to seep from the cuts.

Normally, with his Life Energy Level, such minor wounds would heal and scab over quickly. Instead, they seemed to be getting worse.

”It’s a cut on the spiritual level!”

In the VIP room, Chen Fan couldn’t help but exclaim, ”Her comprehension of the ’Sword’ Mental Realm doesn’t just interfere with reality—it’s also inflicting wounds that won’t heal!”

Yan Hong nodded, his gaze grave. ”A flaw has appeared in Li Mo’s defense against her.”

On the platform, Li Mo grew more and more frustrated as he fought.

He possessed immense Divine Power, yet he couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothes.

Meanwhile, his opponent’s seemingly light Finger Technique continuously added new, small wounds to his body.

His movements began to slow, his breathing grew heavy, and his Fist Technique lost its initial sharpness.

Su Yueling remained calm, like the most patient of hunters, steadily draining her prey’s stamina and worsening its injuries.

Time ticked by, and the ten-minute limit was fast approaching.

Dozens of fine, bloody lines now covered Li Mo’s body, and his Martial Arts Uniform was torn in multiple places.

If his Life Energy Level wasn’t so high, these wounds alone would have been enough to bleed him dry.

He roared again and again, bursting with power several times in an attempt to grab Su Yueling, but she evaded him each time with her exquisite Body Technique.

Finally, after forcing a twisting punch, Li Mo staggered. An excruciating pain shot from an acupoint on his left leg that had been specifically targeted, nearly causing him to lose his footing.

Just as he was trying to struggle back to his feet, Li Shuang appeared at his side and said flatly, ”We forfeit this match.”

Li Mo gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unwillingness, but in the end, he could only accept the outcome.

If he kept fighting, he would only get more seriously injured, which could affect his subsequent matches. It was better to conserve his strength; his score wouldn’t be low anyway.

The match was stopped. Su Yueling slowly retracted her stance, the sharp energy at her fingertips dissipating. She gave Li Mo a slight nod and then floated off the platform.

The AI announced the results: ”Su Yueling wins! Match score: 88.5 points! Li Mo, match score: 87 points!”

Although he lost, the terrifying power and physique Li Mo displayed during the fight still earned him an extremely high score.

This was the same model as the college entrance exam; scoring was based on the candidate’s performance, not on winning or losing.

Therefore, even if someone had terrible luck and faced three powerful opponents in a row, as long as they fought hard, losing the matches wouldn’t necessarily affect their final result.

In the VIP room, Yan Hong watched Su Yueling and Li Mo leave the platform one after another. He then glanced at the rest area for Honghe First Middle School, the rhythm of his finger-tapping quickening slightly.

Li Mo was defeated. Now, as long as Su Yueling could also defeat Xu Wuyi, the recommendation spot would naturally be hers.

”She is that person’s disciple, after all...”