Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

He stared at the young man in front of him, his voice trembling uncontrollably, filled with extreme fear and a desperate need for confirmation.

"The Zhao family...the entire Zhao family was wiped out...was it you who did it?"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

All breaths seemed to freeze at that moment.

Chen Mo looked at him calmly, without flinching.

He neither nodded in agreement nor denied it.

He simply watched Director Zhou quietly.

Silence is consent.

Director Zhou's mind went completely blank, his pupils contracted wildly again, and a huge wave surged in his heart!

It's really him!

That seemingly idle and insignificant disciple actually slaughtered the entire Zhao family single-handedly!

Such ruthlessness, such forbearance, and such terrifying methods are simply unimaginable to the martial artists of the small town!

Just as Director Zhou was stunned and disoriented, Chen Mo spoke slowly and calmly.

"Tonight, it's the Li family's turn."

In short, the fate of the entire Li family was sealed!

Upon hearing this, all the humiliation, resentment, and frustration that had been building up in Director Zhou's heart erupted completely at that moment!

He was critically injured and his life force had been cut off, but he still couldn't help but tilt his head back and burst into laughter!

The laughter was hoarse and weak, intermittent, yet incredibly joyful!

"Good! Good! Good!"

He shouted "Good!" three times in a row, finally able to vent his pent-up anger!

After laughing, Director Zhou was completely exhausted and instantly became sluggish.

He completely gave up the martial arts school, his life's work, and all his disciples.

He looked at Chen Mo, his eyes earnest and humble, and with his last ounce of strength said:

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"When I went up the mountain to suppress bandits, I was seriously injured and have always felt sorry for your master's wife. After I die, I beg you... to protect her for the rest of her life and ensure her safety for the rest of her days."

This was his only concern and only request on his deathbed.

Chen Mo looked at the exhausted Director Zhou and slowly nodded.

I promise you.

He originally intended to take his teacher's wife away; he couldn't possibly leave her alone in the small town.

Upon receiving this promise, Director Zhou's tense expression immediately relaxed.

Then the teacher's wife, Zhou Ping, and Han Tiesheng walked in one by one and stood in front of the bed.

Director Zhou's gaze slowly swept over the three people, finally settling on Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping came from the poorest background, his family was dirt poor, but he had a truly exceptional talent and was the most gifted disciple he had ever seen.

He placed all his hopes on Zhou Ping.

"Zhou Ping,"

Director Zhou's voice was weak, but very clear.

"After I leave, you will be the new headmaster of the martial arts school."

Zhou Ping froze, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he trembled with excitement.

He rushed to the bedside, grabbed Director Zhou's hand, and his voice trembled.

"Master! Your disciple will definitely... definitely keep the martial arts school afloat!"

He was so excited.

I'm terrified of poverty, terrified of hardship, and terrified of being trampled underfoot.

Once you become the head of the academy, you'll have access to martial arts techniques, medicinal herbs, and status; you won't have to be subservient to anyone anymore.

This is the only way out for him in this life.

But Director Zhou's next words shattered the atmosphere.

He looked at his teacher's wife and said softly.

"I've already made arrangements... From now on, you'll be working with Zhang Deshuai. He'll take care of you."

The master's wife stiffened, lowered her head, and her ears turned a dark red.

The smile on Zhou Ping's face instantly froze.

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at Chen Mo, his eyes bloodshot.

On what grounds?

He worked incredibly hard to cultivate his skills and finally earned the position of a master of the academy.

Chen Mo did nothing wrong, so why should even his master's wife belong to him?

Why should an outsider like him ride roughshod over him?

"Why should I?!"

Zhou Ping abruptly shook off Director Zhou's hand, stood up abruptly, glanced at his teacher's wife, his throat bobbed, and then turned to point at Chen Mo and began to curse.

"He's a complete waste! Why should his wife be allowed to stay with him?"

"I am Master's most beloved disciple! I have exceptional talent and a bright future; Master's wife must stay with me!"

Chen Mo looked at Zhou Ping, who had fallen into a frenzy, his eyes narrowing into slits.

Zhou Ping roared hysterically, completely forgetting that his master on the bed was still breathing.

As Director Zhou watched his manic state, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

No matter how talented someone is, if their character is flawed, they can't be helped.

He closed his eyes briefly before speaking again.

"The martial arts school... will not be passed on to Zhou Ping, but to Han Tiesheng."

Zhou Ping was struck dumb, frozen in place, his face turning pale and then red.

Han Tiesheng looked up at Director Zhou, then at the mad Zhou Ping, and gently shook his head.

"Director, I can't do it."

"I'm just average, not good enough to support a martial arts school. My family has already arranged a marriage for me, and I want to go back home, get married, have children, and live a stable life."

He spoke frankly and honestly.

I don't want to get involved in this mess, nor do I want to be the owner of this chaotic restaurant.

In short, it completely blocked all escape routes.

Director Zhou opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

His chest heaved violently, then he fell completely still.

Tears welled up in the teacher's wife's eyes. She reached out to hold his hand, but only felt its coldness.

Han Tiesheng lowered his head and remained silent.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhou Ping, however, felt no sadness whatsoever; only boundless rage and resentment remained.

All his hopes were shattered.

In his eyes, all of this was Chen Mo's fault.

"It's all your fault!"

Zhou Ping suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, and unleashed all the power of his eighth-level Body Refinement Realm, punching Chen Mo hard in the chest.

"I kill you!"

He's fast, but someone is faster than him.

The master's wife suddenly stepped forward, her face icy cold, and with a raised hand, she struck Zhou Ping hard on the shoulder and neck.

"presumptuous!"

A soft "click" sounded.

Zhou Ping's entire arm went numb, all his strength vanished instantly, and he flew backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the wall.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his shoulder, writhing in pain, unable to even get up.

Han Tiesheng's eyelids twitched as he read it.

My master's wife is usually gentle and weak, but when she gets angry, she is surprisingly fierce.

Chen Mo stood still, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

It was as if what had just pounced on them was just a wild dog that was biting people indiscriminately.

But this person probably can't be kept around.

Zhou Ping lay on the ground, looking up at Chen Mo, feeling both pain and fear, hatred and resentment.

Chen Mo slowly walked over and looked down at him.

"You don't hate me, you hate your own bad luck."

Zhou Ping's body stiffened.

"You come from a poor background, have no connections, and no powerful backers, but you have a natural talent."

Chen Mo's voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced his heart.

"You want to be the owner of the martial arts school, not for the school itself, but for resources and status."

"You're so eager to climb to the top, so eager to turn things around, you're practically frantic."

"But you're too young and lack the right temperament. You're not up to the task. You're given a chance, but you don't know how to use it."

Zhou Ping's face turned pale, and he trembled all over, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

The most painful thing is not being beaten, but having your deepest, most shameful thoughts exposed in public.

Chen Mo glanced at him indifferently, turned around and left, not even wanting to waste a second look.

"Someone like you can't be kept or helped."

Zhou Ping lay on the ground, clenching his teeth, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with venom as he stared at Chen Mo's retreating figure.

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhou Ping struggled to his feet, rushed out in a disheveled state, and disappeared into the night.

No one chased or stopped them inside the house.

The teacher's wife wiped away her tears, but Han Tiesheng remained silent.

Chen Mo took out two bottles of bone-strengthening pills and walked up to Han Tiesheng.

"Senior brother, I have some urgent matters to attend to. I'll leave the arrangements for the academy master's funeral to you."

He handed two bottles of bone-strengthening pills to Han Tiesheng and told him a lie.

"This is the elixir that the master entrusted to you before he passed away."

Han Tiesheng accepted the medicine bottle with both hands.

"Junior brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of things here."

Chen Mo turned and glanced at his teacher's wife.

"I'll come back tomorrow."

The teacher's wife nodded gently.

After leaving the curator's house, Chen Mo took out his night vision goggles and put them on.

Originally, I only intended to wipe out the Li family tonight, but now I have to kill one more person.

"Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping, you brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me for being ruthless."

As for where to find Zhou Ping?

It's very simple. In the entire Qing Shi Town, his only remaining foothold is the martial arts school.

Chen Mo found the right direction and slowly walked away.