Chapter 34: Advanced Combat Techniques

At the entrance to the cafeteria, hundreds of people gathered, many jeering, “Cripple this trash from Class F! Last in the whole school, how dare he accept a challenge? Break him!”
The students from Class F not only failed to defend Chen Mo, but even mocked him from the sidelines: “Just hit him! Useless people like him are holding our class back.”
Of course, some timid girls murmured nervously, “I know that guy. He’s ranked 580 in the whole school, Zhu Tao, vice class president of Class C. He’s really strong. Could this end in tragedy?”
“Don’t worry, Zhu Tao isn’t stupid enough to kill anyone. The school forbids lethal attacks. He’ll probably just cripple that Class F kid.”
Zhu Tao, brimming with confidence, reveled in the chatter around him and looked down at the frail Chen Mo with disdain. “Chen Mo! If you kneel and beg me for mercy now, it’s not too late. Otherwise, if I hit too hard and break your little arms and legs, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Chen Mo’s face was expressionless. “Enough nonsense. You strike first—I don’t want to bully you.”
The crowd was stunned. “Chen Mo is so arrogant! Isn’t he last in the whole school? How dare he taunt a Class C student like that?”
Sure enough, Zhu Tao was instantly enraged by Chen Mo and strode forward powerfully, charging at Chen Mo like a wild bull.
Even students standing more than ten meters away could feel the force of Zhu Tao’s charge. Zhu Tao’s strength stat was fifteen points; if he collided with someone, they’d be shattered.
Chen Mo curled his lips into a smile. Too slow! Far too slow!
His left toe touched the ground, pivoting like a compass, and Chen Mo spun on the spot like a circus bullfighter, easily dodging Zhu Tao’s charge.
Zhu Tao, exerting too much force, missed his target, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground.
“Ha! So dumb! Brother, you’re amazing!” Ning Xuan applauded from the side.
Zhu Tao roared in fury, “Who dares laugh at me…” Then he saw it was Ning Xuan, ranked first in the school. Remembering her ice magic from earlier, Zhu Tao immediately shrank back, venting his anger instead on Chen Mo.
How dare you toy with me? You’re courting death!
Zhu Tao, a lifelong fan of Bruce Lee, had never formally studied martial arts, but had picked up some moves from television. He now mimicked Bruce Lee’s classic spinning side kick—hiya!
Whoosh—
His foot spun in an arc, kicking directly at Chen Mo’s face.
Chen Mo shook his head: “Still too slow!”
Chen Mo’s hand, like an eagle’s claw, caught Zhu Tao’s sweeping leg in midair and, with a swift twist, flung Zhu Tao to the ground like a rag doll with a loud crash.
Wow!
The hundreds of onlookers were stunned. Was this really the school’s lowest-ranked student? How could he be so skilled?
A student analyzed, “Chen Mo has clearly trained in martial arts. His footwork and strikes are nothing like ordinary people.”
Someone else, jealous, said, “So what if it’s martial arts? Useless! Can he beat magic? That stuff is outdated. Once we learn combat skills and advanced magic, one move and he’ll be done for!”
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Silver light radiated from Zhu Tao’s body. He was now clad in silver armor, wielding a silver longsword, and wearing silver battle boots—the full beginner’s set!
“Chen Mo’s finished. Zhu Tao switched roles!”
Zhu Tao swung the silver longsword, slicing the air with explosive force.
He snarled, “Chen Mo! I didn’t expect you to know martial arts, but so what? In front of my warrior role, you’re still trash. Today, I have to chop off one of your hands to vent my anger! Come on, switch your role—don’t say I’m bullying you!”
Chen Mo sneered, “Switch roles? You’re not even worthy of making me switch roles!”
“What? Isn’t that too arrogant?! Fighting a warrior role with a regular body? Everyone who’s evolved knows how powerful the dungeon roles are. One sword strike can split the earth!”
“Zhu Tao! Don’t embarrass our Class C! Teach this arrogant fool a lesson!”
Zhu Tao felt deeply despised. If he didn’t vent his anger today, he’d never be able to hold his head up again!
“Chen Mo! You forced me! Take this!”
Zhu Tao gripped the sword with both hands and swept it powerfully, unleashing a crescent-shaped silver sword aura!
Such a powerful sword move was impossible for a normal person to dodge.
However…
It was as if Chen Mo knew Zhu Tao would attack with the crescent sweep; he leaped ahead of time, landing right atop the sword aura. Even more astonishingly, Chen Mo’s toe gently tapped the sword aura as he passed!
Buzz—
A pleasing sword ring sounded, and Zhu Tao felt a powerful vibration from the blade, numbing his arms.
Chen Mo followed through, jumping to Zhu Tao’s nape, and with an inverted kick, sent Zhu Tao and his sword tumbling to the ground.
Dust billowed as Zhu Tao’s nose was broken, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Blood! Blood!
Zhu Tao wiped his nose, his hands covered in blood.
The crowd was dead silent. No one could believe it—a defenseless ordinary person had knocked a warrior role to the ground. This was too unbelievable!
“Beautiful!” One of the five prodigies from Class A, Young Master Wei, had somehow appeared among the spectators, applauding.
With Young Master Wei clapping, the other onlookers followed suit.
Ning Xuan cheered with wild joy, “Long live big brother! You’re the best!”
Ye Zhiyan looked at Chen Mo with pride—her judgment had not been wrong; she had chosen the right person.
Zhu Tao’s face burned with humiliation—a disgrace beyond measure. He had switched to a warrior role and was still defeated by a normal human.
Ah—
Zhu Tao had lost all reason. Who cared about school rules? He now had only one thought: kill him! Kill him!!
“You forced me! Advanced combat skill—Judgement!”
Zhu Tao gripped the silver longsword, spinning his body. Even more terrifying, the silver sword aura rotated like an electric fan, buzzing as it spun, shattering and tossing the stone tiles beneath his feet.
Young Master Wei furrowed his brow, astonished. “Advanced combat skill? I didn’t expect Zhu Tao to be so lucky, awakening an advanced skill as a combat apprentice!”
Even possessing a basic combat skill as a warrior apprentice was rare, but an advanced skill was like winning millions in the lottery!
Zhu Tao fused with his sword, spinning like a blade, his speed accelerating in the whirlwind, sword aura sweeping toward Chen Mo.
“Brother, don’t!” Ning Xuan cried, wanting to rush to her brother, but Ding Yan pulled her back. During a fair duel, any interference or outnumbering incurs punishment.
Many students were sweating nervously for Chen Mo. This was the end—Chen Mo was doomed. Advanced combat skill, Judgement Whirlwind—anything touched by that spinning sword aura would be instantly shredded. Against a beginner, it was utterly invincible!
Young Master Wei watched Chen Mo intently, full of curiosity—he wanted to see how Chen Mo would counter this move!