Chapter 103: Senior, Your Combat Power Just Isn’t Cutting It (Please Subscribe)

“Is the Wish Spring water easy to obtain?” Chen Meng pondered for a moment before asking.

“Very difficult,” Yan Ruoxi replied. “It’s said that the Wish Spring water originates from the Ancient Wish Spring, located in the Full Moon Dynasty. That was the most sacred place in the dynasty. Later, the Full Moon Dynasty split into two: the Full Moon and the New Moon. Before the split, the New Moon Emperor took all the Wish Spring water away, and to this day, the Ancient Wish Spring hasn’t been restored. However, the New Moon Dynasty still has a large reserve of Wish Spring water. The New Moon Sect, backed by that dynasty, sometimes grants Wish Spring water to their dharma protectors and higher-ranking members. Once, our nation’s forces killed an elder of the New Moon Sect and found 100 milliliters of Wish Spring water on him. That treasure was immediately sent to our Academy of Sciences for research, but they never managed to achieve any significant breakthrough.”

Yan Ruoxi truly was a walking encyclopedia. She casually shared information that wasn’t even found online.

“The New Moon Sect has Wish Spring water?” Chen Meng’s interest piqued. “Do their dharma protectors have it? If we could kill one, would we get some?”

“I can’t say for sure, only that it’s possible,” Yan Ruoxi replied. “But the opponent might have used the water before you killed them, so it’s not guaranteed they’d leave any behind.”

“Last time, Wu Tengkong captured three dharma protectors from the cult. I wonder if they had any Wish Spring water on them. But even if they did, that stuff is so precious—who knows how much a milliliter is worth? There’s no way we could give it to Ni Hu for use.” Chen Meng sighed. “Thank you, senior sister. I have no more questions.”

“Mm.” Yan Ruoxi acknowledged and hung up.

Chen Meng looked at Ni Hu and relayed all the information they had gathered.

Ni Hu fell silent after hearing it.

“If I ever get my hands on some Wish Spring water, I’ll save it for you. But right now, I’m powerless,” Chen Meng said helplessly. “For now, we’ll have to manage. But overall, it’s not yet a true dead end.”

“Thank you,” Ni Hu said gratefully. By now, he no longer felt any jealousy toward Chen Meng—Chen Meng was simply more outstanding.

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Inside the Martial Arts Hall.

Chen Meng found Mo Xiaoyi, who was currently practicing his punches—each one as fierce as a tiger’s strike.

“Senior brother, let’s spar.”

Chen Meng recalled that Mo Xiaoyi had almost fully digested his potion—99%—and wanted to spar with him. Now was the perfect chance to return the favor.

Mo Xiaoyi looked at Chen Meng and smiled. “Junior brother, I’ve only digested about thirty percent of my potion now. You’ve been gone half a month, but I bet you haven’t digested that much yet. Are you looking for a beating?”

Chen Meng chuckled, thinking, “I’ll show you who’s really looking for a beating.”

They took their stances. Mo Xiaoyi moved forward with small, quick steps and launched a punch straight at Chen Meng’s face—he preferred striking first.

Chen Meng was momentarily stunned; Mo Xiaoyi fought fiercely, going straight for vital points. No wonder so many people had ended up with bruised and battered faces from him.

“Senior brother, today I’ll show you why the flower is so red,” Mo Xiaoyi said confidently.

Chen Meng activated his Ghost Step Lotus footwork, swiftly dodging Mo Xiaoyi’s attack. Then, spinning, he moved to Mo Xiaoyi’s side and aimed a punch at his back. But at that moment, Mo Xiaoyi spun like a top, twisting sharply and causing Chen Meng to miss.

Chen Meng suddenly remembered—Mo Xiaoyi also knew the Ghost Step Lotus.

But he felt Mo Xiaoyi’s speed wasn’t as fast as his own now, which boosted his confidence. Suddenly, he snapped out a whip-like kick toward Mo Xiaoyi.

Seeing no way to dodge, Mo Xiaoyi raised his arm to block.

However, the kick carried the force of seven hundred kilograms, pushing Mo Xiaoyi back several steps.

As Mo Xiaoyi regained his footing, Chen Meng glided forward like a phantom with his Ghost Step Lotus, making it impossible for Mo Xiaoyi to lock onto him.

“Damn, your footwork is even better than mine,” Mo Xiaoyi muttered.

His fists swung left and right, trying to intercept Chen Meng, but Chen Meng easily slipped through and landed a punch on Mo Xiaoyi’s face.

Bang!

Mo Xiaoyi was sent flying, his face instantly swelling.

Chen Meng pressed the advantage. This was his fighting style—once he gained the upper hand, he amplified it relentlessly, leaving no time for the opponent to react, completely crushing their resistance.

He advanced toward Mo Xiaoyi, who was just getting up from the ground. Chen Meng unleashed his Mountain-Lifting Strength technique, grabbing Mo Xiaoyi and flinging him like a shot put.

Bang!

Mo Xiaoyi slammed into the wall, screaming in pain.

Chen Meng was ready to continue when Mo Xiaoyi grabbed a white cloth and raised it above his head.

“I concede! I concede! You’re too strong! How much of that Pale Potion have you digested already? This isn’t normal!”

“Senior brother, your fighting spirit is weak—you begged for mercy in less than a minute.”

Chen Meng smiled and helped Mo Xiaoyi up. He had controlled his power carefully; otherwise, those blows could have easily killed him.

Mo Xiaoyi’s face was covered in bruises, and his back was battered too, but more than anything, he felt embarrassed.

He never expected to be so thoroughly beaten in such a short time.

“You’re the real freak here,” Mo Xiaoyi gritted his teeth. “Why don’t you think about going to Jiangzhou University? Then we can storm the campus as brothers. Anyone who dares offend us, we beat them up. We can start a club—I’ll be the boss, you be second in command.”

“You’re second in command,” Chen Meng said flatly. “My goal is Jiangdu University. That’s decided. Look at the top experts now—most of them come from key universities like that.”

“That’s true. The tougher the university, the tougher the students, and being around tough students makes you tougher too,” Mo Xiaoyi reflected.

“Rough words but true meaning. It’s about the company you keep. Among geniuses, even if you’re not one, you can become one. Of course, if you choose to waste your potential and become a failure, that’s another story.” Chen Meng said, pulling his backpack and taking out a box of the Undying Pain Relief Ointment, handing it to Mo Xiaoyi.

“Junior brother, you’re the rich one.” Mo Xiaoyi looked at the ointment, worth over ten thousand a box, awestruck.

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Chen Meng continued practicing the Extreme Nineteen Forms. Based on his recent experience, he had added two new moves over the past two days, turning it into the Extreme Twenty-One Forms.

His potion digestion was steadily improving; he felt that in five days, he would overcome the second digestion bottleneck.

With the college entrance exams drawing nearer, Chen Meng finally received a call from Yan Ruoxi.

She said that out of sixteen Jiangzhou University students practicing the Extreme Nineteen Forms, thirteen had successfully broken through the potion digestion bottleneck. This sparked a huge sensation on campus, and some teachers had begun researching the Nineteen Forms.

“That’s fantastic!” Chen Meng exclaimed excitedly. He could already feel the fortune rolling in.