He can become a saint, the entire supernatural world has a responsibility

Chapter 381 Worth promoting
jingle.

The sound of chopsticks colliding with the plate sounded like drumbeats.

Everyone in the cafeteria was excitedly discussing the high-pressure special training that would begin in the afternoon.

"This training won't affect anything else, right? Don't let me leave if I don't meet the standards."

"How is that possible? The situation on the front line is so tense right now. I want to tear a person into eight pieces, but you still won't let him leave."

"Anyway, if you get beaten up now, you won't die easily on the battlefield."

"look forward to!"

After the martial arts training, more than twenty people from the two selected martial arts training grounds arrived early.

I had just sat down and rested for a while when I heard a creaking sound.

Chen Mo, with four water bottles hanging on his wheelchair, slid in front of them.

"Do you want special training too?" someone asked.

This was the person who had met Jiang Huai when he was pursuing Chen Mo. He wondered in his heart whether it was because the minister had come to him personally and revealed something, that was why Chen Mo had become more serious than before.

But before this person could come up with a result, he saw the person opposite him smiling quietly.

"I am your instructor."

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"Do not make jokes."

"Seriously, do you want to participate?"

"You can't be serious?"

No one could laugh now.

Regardless of whether they had doubted Chen Mo before, they were all caught in a complex emotion.

From the perspective of strength, they indeed could not beat Chen Mo. After all, almost all of those who came for training were young people, and their realm would not be that high.

But on the other hand, they were not very convinced.

Normally, those instructors are at least at the seventh or eighth realm, and have different responsibilities. They come from the Extraordinary Management Department or the military, or at the very least, they are deacons of the martial arts academy itself.

But Chen Mo is still an ordinary martial arts academy disciple after all, without any identity, and coming here to be an instructor always makes people feel weird. This feeling is somewhat similar to Xu Zhongren's, the difference is that the latter does not need special training.

The person who first asked the question said, "Can you give us special training? Can you do that?"

"Since Team Leader Xu has agreed to the plan, if you don't trust me, do you also not trust him?"

The Department of Security Affairs is a very good tiger skin, suitable to be used as a banner.

Xu Zhongren's status is indeed relatively low among the powerful people Chen Mo knows, but in the eyes of others, he is actually a big shot.

Seeing that he said so, the others naturally had no way to resist, and under Chen Mo's arrangement, the order was arranged.

The first person to come on stage was a relatively familiar figure, the first one to ask questions. His name was Kang Linmu. As you can tell from his name, the fortune teller said that he lacked the element of wood in his five elements. As a result, he is now practicing fire-attributed skills, which makes his elders in his family very worried. However, so far, there seems to be no turning point in his destiny due to the lack of wood.

"Just try your best, don't worry about me." Chen Mo added kindly.

This fifth-level transcendent, a first-rate disciple in a second-rate martial arts academy, got a stern look in his eyes and rushed up like a shadow.

Although he practiced fire magic, he combined it with martial arts, which is a common melee style with strong aggressiveness. Among the second batch of trainees, he was one of the few non-functional players.

He probably had a relatively high level of understanding in magic, but he also opened up some branches of martial arts, so the basic skills he demonstrated just this one time were very solid, and he came close in an instant.

He threw a punch and a red flame swirled around his shoulders. The reddest flame gathered on his fist and gushed out mixed with the fist force.

He was still several meters away from Chen Mo, which was the appropriate distance for his own attack system. It was neither a completely close combat nor a long-range attack. As long as he grasped this position well, he could exert the maximum power of his skills, while also not letting himself fall into a trap easily.

The red flame was spinning like a rushing whirlpool, and it hit Chen Mo in the wheelchair squarely.

At this moment, Kang Linmu suddenly felt panicked.

He was worried that he would hurt the person with this move. After all, the other party was just standing there like a fool.

"Could it be that he actually has a health problem and that's why he doesn't go to the front line? That's possible. His reaction now is too abnormal. He can't even try to hide, right?"

Kang Linmu and others had similar thoughts, but they soon saw that after the red flames dissipated, Chen Mo and his wheelchair were still there.

how can that be!

Everyone was confused. The power of that punch just now was so strong that even a person in the sixth realm would not be able to withstand it with his physical body, unless he had trained specifically for it, right?

Before they could come up with a conclusion, Chen Mo seized their confusion and started to speak:
"That's it? You didn't eat lunch? No, I think you haven't eaten since yesterday, otherwise you wouldn't be able to throw such a soft punch. I can even let my mom catch it."

This is a bit difficult to say.

Kanglin Muren was numb.

No, even though I’m not as good as you, I shouldn’t be that bad, right?

Chen Mo spoke nonstop for hundreds of words, and probably everyone had come to their senses by now, so he somersaulted over with his wheelchair.

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New confusion arises.

So Chen Mo started to output again.

When it was almost time, he looked at Kang Linmu and said, "Why don't you fight?"

The other party was dumbfounded.

You're just standing there talking and doing somersaults, why should I hit you?
After hearing this, he rushed forward again and chose a more aggressive way of fighting. He didn't care whether the distance was safe or not and went straight for hand-to-hand combat.

Bang!
He threw a punch, hitting Chen Mo's unsheathed long sword, and then released his true energy, creating another ball of red flame.

Just now I hit him in mid-air and you blocked him. Now that we are so close, how can you defend me? I want to see when you can get up from that wheelchair.

Red flames erupted from between his hand and the scabbard, but before they could fully unfold, Kang Linmu suddenly felt a tremendous pressure.

boom! !

Even though they were completely close together, the flames seemed to have hit an invisible barrier.

Then, there was a backlash.

Comlin felt dizzy and seemed to be flying into the clouds, but in fact he was not that high.

puff.

Finally, he landed on the ground, next to the other people who had also come for special training, and saw a group of stunned faces.

Crunch. Crunch.

Then the wheelchair moved over.

"excuse me."

Chen Mo clasped his fists, and then began in a passionate voice, "Young people have good sleep. You fell asleep while fighting. It seems that the temperature of the Zhuo Pu Quan Gang you used just now was too high, so I adjusted it to a state suitable for a nap, right?"

After talking for several minutes in a row, he looked at the person next to him.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, you're next."

bang.

After saying that, he somersaulted back to his original position.

The female disciple Zhang Xiaoyu who was called out was almost crying.

Seeing how Chen Mo knocked down Kang Linmu just now, everyone knows how strong this "instructor" is. The key is that he has to endure a sarcastic scolding after losing, which is too torturous.

She looked at the people around her for help, but everyone looked away.

"the weather is nice today."

"I had a full lunch."

"Happy birthday."

But soon, they couldn't be so relaxed anymore, because it only took Zhang Xiaoyu three seconds to get beaten, and only a dozen minutes to get scolded, and soon it was time for the next one.

puff.

The afternoon passed.

There were more than 20 people in the two martial arts training grounds, but not one of them could get Chen Mo to stand up from the wheelchair. Later, after he became familiar with the appropriate amount of strength, he could even flip the wheelchair over while mocking and beating them to a pulp.

When it got dark, everyone went out to eat together. Everyone was in a very low mood. It would be too much torture to suffer both mental and physical torture every day.

But Kang Linmu still had the best solution. He clapped his hands and said firmly:
"Such a good special training, we must quickly report it to Team Leader Xu and promote it to the entire training camp!"

(End of this chapter)