Chapter 99: An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei Arrive! The Invincible War God Song Mo!

"Weiwei sister! Look at this!"

An Yinuo placed her phone in front of Lin Weiwei for her to see.

Lin Weiwei glanced at it.

"Is this… the Martial Arts Tournament?"

"I remember this—I've been seeing this topic online these past few days. Everyone's really interested, and tons of people are following the Martial Arts Tournament!"

"But we're here to find Song Mo."

"Yinuo, why are you showing me this?"

An Yinuo affectionately linked arms with Lin Weiwei and playfully swayed them.

"Oh come on, Weiwei sister, watch the recording—doesn't the main character look kind of familiar?"

No wonder she's a woman.

They were rivals in love, each harboring secret motives, yet they could be incredibly affectionate in daily interactions.

Someone unaware would think they were old friends of over a decade, inseparable confidantes.

Lin Weiwei slightly furrowed her brow.

Coming to New York to find Song Mo was said to be easy—if found, good; if not, just treat it as a trip.

But in truth, finding Song Mo was the purpose of coming abroad.

If they couldn't find Song Mo, disappointment was inevitable.

Lin Weiwei carefully watched the recorded video.

The video was thrilling—even she, a girl who'd never cared for Combat since childhood, couldn't help but be immersed in it.

After she finished, An Yinuo asked eagerly:

"Finished? What do you feel?"

"Don't you sense something's off?"

"Off… what could possibly be off?"

Lin Weiwei frowned, yet felt she'd truly overlooked something.

An Yinuo grew impatient.

"Oh come on, look at that…"

She was about to prompt her.

But Lin Weiwei suddenly cried out.

"Song Mo!"

An Yinuo's body went numb.

"So you felt it too?"

Lin Weiwei picked up her phone, scrolled the video backward, and paused it on the screen showing the masked fighter who had defeated his opponent.

"What exactly feels off?"

"Or rather—where does he resemble Song Mo?"

An Yinuo asked expectantly.

Lin Weiwei thought for a moment, staring at the tall figure on the screen, then declared firmly:

"This guy is too handsome!"

"As handsome as Song Mo!"

An Yinuo was speechless.

She suspected the "Dragon" was Song Mo because she knew him well—they'd been classmates for a while, and afterward she couldn't help constantly observing him.

Based on her knowledge of Song Mo, she believed she might have more authority on certain matters than even his mother.

Like his height, build, demeanor…

After watching him for so long, she'd memorized his everyday habits.

How he stood, how he liked to place his hands…

If recognizing Song Mo were a math problem,

An Yinuo solved it step by step, traditionally.

But Lin Weiwei just used the formula and solved it instantly.

Now that she thought about it, Lin Weiwei's logic made sense—if he looked this handsome without showing his face, who else could it be but Song Mo?

An Yinuo gently calmed her excited emotions.

But they still couldn't be certain it was Song Mo.

After all, the gap was simply too great.

A Piano Master and a Martial Arts Master—how could they possibly be related?

"He never shows his face. We really can't confirm this is Song Mo—even if it is, he probably won't admit it."

An Yinuo mused:

"So we must find proof that he's Song Mo!"

Lin Weiwei thought it over—it did make sense.

Because of those inexplicable past-life memories, Song Mo was very distant from her and An Yinuo; he might very well pretend not to know them to avoid contact.

"Then what should we do?"

An Yinuo smiled mysteriously.

"Hmph, Weiwei sister, I've already thought of a plan."

An Yinuo leaned close to Lin Weiwei and whispered her sudden, brilliant idea.

"However, let's not disturb Song Mo while the Martial Dao Tournament is being held—wait until the Martial Dao Tournament is over!"

"Okay."

They were not ignorant girls; they knew that causing trouble while a man was busy with his career was absolutely a huge demerit.

If they made Song Mo angry, the loss would outweigh the gain.

……

The Martial Dao Tournament proceeded very smoothly.

Many true Martial Dao practitioners also came to challenge.

Judo practitioners, boxers……

All sorts of Combat techniques, and even Combat methods Song Mo had never heard of—this greatly broadened his horizons, and also let Song Mo's Combat skills continuously improve, with skill proficiency soaring.

Among all the people he had crossed hands with.

The one who impressed Song Mo the most was a black boxer.

Calling him a boxer, yet he wasn't a regular boxer.

His fists were very hard, his Combat style had no taboos, and many moves listed as forbidden in the boxing ring he wielded with a frightening mastery.

Without using Internal Energy, Song Mo tangled with him for a long time, and they were actually vaguely evenly matched!

His name was "Black Mamba."

He was the god of New York's underground boxing scene.

Born in the slums, from a very young age he had already revealed his extraordinarily gifted side.

Agile, powerfully built, innately dismissive of life—the only thing that could stimulate him was his thirst for victory.

His Combat ability was infinitely close to Master.

Only a final step away.

Cold-blooded by nature, absolutely calm—fighting him was like fighting a machine, and the pressure on his opponents was immense!

Black Mamba had an absolute intuition for danger.

He could always, amid Song Mo's chain of moves, snatch life from the jaws of death and seize the chance to counter!

And Song Mo likewise never used Internal Energy.

He relied purely on Combat technique to fight him.

Song Mo was also very excited.

Black Mamba didn't like to talk—fists were the best language; he had his own kind of devotion, even though to a certain extent he was cold, ruthless, and bloodthirsty.

But he was absolutely the opponent Song Mo needed most.

Song Mo felt every muscle in his body tense up.

Then suddenly relax.

His whole person entered a mysterious state.

Adrenaline was skyrocketing!

"Congratulations to the host, 【Combat Proficient】 has advanced to 【Combat Master】."

【Combat Master: 1/10000】

The moment Song Mo dodged one fierce attack from Black Mamba!

His body leaped into the air!

Seeing this, a rare glint of joy appeared in Black Mamba's cold gaze, and an unprecedented sense of relief flooded his whole body.

How can a person borrow force in midair?

He swiftly changed his move, unleashing his habitual technique!

A heavy swing punch, smashing viciously toward Song Mo's temple!

The noisy cheers throughout the arena abruptly stopped.

Everyone!

Including the audience before the screens, couldn't help but hold their breath!

Would a miracle happen?

A damn miracle actually happened!

Song Mo's body twisted, his muscles writhed, and by a method beyond common sense and perception, he contorted his form and delivered a heavy kick to Black Mamba, who was attacking with full force and completely unguarded!

The battle was over!

Black Mamba fell heavily wounded; Song Mo won!

Every match was won by Song Mo.

But because his opponents grew ever stronger, it still gave people a heart-in-mouth feeling, and Song Mo's successive victories earned him a batch of fanatic fans!

The fans worshipped him as the undefeated War God!

At this moment, Song Mo's Prestige Value.

Had already reached forty-five million!

In the few days of holding the Martial Dao Tournament, it had risen by over thirty million!

And tomorrow,

was the final day of the Martial Dao Tournament.

"War God! War God!"

"Invincible War God!"

The whole arena erupted in especially fervent cheers, and, led by no one knew whom, the foreigners, all excited, couldn't help shouting "War God!" in English!

Song Mo was calm and composed,

He stepped down from the arena with calm composure.

(End of chapter)