Chapter 93: The Terrifying Song Mo!

Director Zhao fell into deep thought.

In the end, he decided to test him out.

Director Zhao tilted his head and asked Song Mo:

"Young man, let's spar a bit?"

Song Mo nodded.

"Spar a bit" meant exchanging a few moves.

Director Zhao wanted to gauge Song Mo's strength—this was perfectly understandable.

The two then went to the empty yard in the back.

Although the training hall would have been better, it wasn't suitable.

It wouldn't do for the disciples to see…

They hadn't gone to the training hall precisely because Director Zhao, an old hand, feared losing face to Song Mo.

As a seasoned veteran, Director Zhao's demeanor… was utterly nonexistent.

The two faced each other.

There was a moment of silence.

Director Zhao spoke:

"Since I'm an old man, let me have the first move?"

Song Mo nodded in agreement.

In the next instant, Director Zhao struck like a venomous snake, launching a sudden attack toward Song Mo's face.

He went straight for the weak point!

Song Mo reacted on the fly, swift as lightning, and countered with perfect timing, ready to intercept Director Zhao's attacking arm.

Director Zhao was no doubt a seasoned veteran!

He instantly switched tactics—as if premeditated—with a flawless kick aimed straight at Song Mo's groin.

Feinting down the road!

Ambushing through the back passage!

But Song Mo remained utterly calm, his eyes showing no anger whatsoever—merely like spring rain melting away the attack.

Immediately, Director Zhao's body stiffened.

He stood frozen in place.

Even Bruce, standing nearby, felt puzzled.

And then—

Song Mo bowed slightly.

"Director Zhao, I owe you a debt of gratitude."

Director Zhao's body was as if frozen, motionless, his eyes filled with shock, even tinged with a trace of fear.

He couldn't believe he had been so easily defeated by Song Mo.

And worse—he had tricked him, seized the initiative—and still been utterly powerless?

That speed just now!

That power just now!

With such blinding speed, yet only lightly brushing his body like a dragonfly touching water—this proved Song Mo's extraordinary explosive power and terrifying control.

Director Zhao had never seen anyone so terrifying in his life!

On an ancient battlefield, he would have been a monstrous killing machine—that's why historical records spoke of men who could fight a thousand or ten thousand alone.

Even in modern society, if his moral restraints ever slipped, he would be a god of slaughter.

Modern society has surveillance.

But once one mastered assassination techniques and ways to evade cameras, crimes were nearly impossible to trace.

Moreover,

With such absurd strength, even if wanted, who could possibly catch him?

He'd vanish into a city or forest!

Like activating a domain.

Against a man like this, guns were useless!

"Director Zhao, why aren't you moving? Isn't the match officially started?"

Bruce's confused voice rang out.

It pulled Director Zhao out of his shock and fear.

Director Zhao let out a bitter laugh.

"I lost."

"I saw Master Song was young, so I thought to warn him—after all, on the arena, fists and feet show no mercy, and cunning minds are countless."

"But I ended up making such a fool of myself."

Bruce looked utterly bewildered.

He still couldn't understand what had happened.

All he'd seen was Director Zhao attacking and Song Mo casually blocking it—why had Director Zhao surrendered immediately?

Only when Director Zhao turned around

Did Bruce see the clear shoe print on his body—

And then Bruce jolted in sudden realization.

He looked at Song Mo in disbelief.

Simply divine!

Is this the legendary Shadowless Kick?

So fast it's impossible to see clearly!

Hall Master Zhao said:

"Mr. Song Mo, I will help you with this favor, but you must take the money back."

"We're both from Huaguo, how could I possibly take your money? Just setting up the ring inside our Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall's arena would be fine, would it not?"

Did Hall Master Zhao want the money? Who wouldn't!

But he really didn't quite dare!

The person before his eyes looked kind and gentle, but once one knew the other possessed the ability to kill him at any moment, no matter how kind and gentle, he would still feel fear.

What's more, such a great Buddha was precisely a good opportunity to make friends with; asking for money instead would be vulgar and a foolish move!

As for why he wanted to set up the ring at Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall, this was Hall Master Zhao considering his own interests, and also openly asking Song Mo for an alternative form of payment.

He could be certain.

Song Mo would definitely make his name in one battle!

Even, in the future on the path of Martial Dao, Song Mo would still become a person standing at the summit.

Even… a god!

Although nothing in this world could be certain, but what if such a day truly came?

When that time came, Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall would be the site of Song Mo's first battle.

Countless people who admired Song Mo's name would come to Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall, feeling its atmosphere, recalling the recorded footage of Song Mo's world-shaking bearing.

He could then build a statue of Song Mo inside Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall…

Holy crap!

Hall Master Zhao was already looking forward to the arrival of this day!

Song Mo shook his head.

"I was originally asking Hall Master Zhao to do me a favor, how could I not give compensation? The money still has to be given."

Hall Master Zhao insisted:

"Mr. Song, when away from home one relies on friends; we are all Chinese, what is there to be polite about between compatriots?"

"Even blood brothers should settle accounts clearly."

"Mr. Song, I have already taken my compensation. There is no need to give any more money."

Song Mo pondered for a while.

"That works too."

Hall Master Zhao's heart stirred slightly with excitement.

Did this mean Song Mo was tacitly permitting him to profit from Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall in the future?

It made sense; if such a day truly came, Song Mo wouldn't care about such petty profits of Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall.

Hall Master Zhao immediately promised:

"Mr. Song, wait for my word."

"I'll search through every connection I have!"

"No matter what, within three days, I'll get this matter settled for you."

After leaving Zhenwu Martial Arts Hall.

Bruce followed beside Song Mo, his face thoughtful.

Song Mo smiled, "Zoning out even while walking, what are you thinking about?"

Bruce said:

"Master, Hall Master Zhao is actually a mercenary person."

"I thought persuading him to help would be very troublesome, and would also cost a lot of money."

"I didn't expect…"

"Didn't expect him to be this easy to talk to?"

Song Mo couldn't help but laugh.

"Between people, the essence of interaction is actually exchange."

"To put it more plainly, it's each taking what they need."

"This kind of relationship is the most stable and lasting."

"Even between family members, it's the same; therefore, to survive in society, one must make oneself valuable, so as not to be cast aside."

Speaking it outright hurts feelings.

Not speaking it out fears being foolish.

Song Mo stretched his waist.

"That Hall Master Zhao is quite shrewd!"

"No wonder he could establish himself in Chinatown…"

These three days,

Song Mo quietly awaited good news.

(End of chapter)