Chapter 280: Absurd Fan!
Chapter 280: Absurd Fan!
She naturally knew which stories Shen Xing was referring to.
Unfortunately, Shen Xing seemed to have believed every single one of them.
Song Meilin looked doubtful.
"Then what do you think happened?"
Shen Xing looked toward the training ground where Su Mo was shaking his injured hand.
"I think Sister Qingxi is right. He wanted to understand Dad’s strength."
Song Meilin blinked.
"By getting punched?"
"Not exactly."
Shen Xing shook her head.
"Sensing an opponent’s aura and personally experiencing their strength are completely different things. Maybe he wanted to know exactly how strong Dad was before getting serious. Only the pain felt by the flesh can give correct information."
The more she spoke, the more convinced she became.
"After all, he has fought so many battles, he should understand the value of information better than anyone."
Song Meilin looked toward Su Mo. Then she looked back at Shen Xing.
For some reason, the explanation sounded somewhat reasonable.
Yet when she thought about the result, it still felt ridiculous.
Yang Qingxi’s lips twitched.
She didn’t know whether to admire Shen Xing’s imagination or worry about it.
The stories Su Mo had told yesterday included defeating dragons, swimming with mermaids, riding dinosaurs, and several other things that sounded increasingly absurd the more one thought about them.
Yet Shen Xing had accepted all of it without question.
Looking at the admiration in Shen Xing’s eyes, Yang Qingxi suddenly understood why some people became victims of fraud.
They weren’t necessarily stupid.
They simply trusted too easily.
Meanwhile, Shen Xing remained completely unaware of the thoughts running through Yang Qingxi’s mind.
She continued watching the training ground with bright eyes.
"I just think experienced cultivators see things differently from ordinary people."
Yang Qingxi almost laughed.
Experienced cultivator?
If Shen Xing ever learned that Su Mo’s greatest source of combat experience was often getting beaten around by kids during fighting games, she wondered what kind of expression the girl would make.
At the same time, her gaze returned to the training ground.
Unlike Shen Xing, she wasn’t thinking about any profound reasoning.
She knew Su Mo very well.
The truth was probably much simpler.
He saw a powerful opponent.
He wanted to test the gap.
Then he got punched.
That was all.
Unfortunately, Shen Xing had already turned that simple event into some profound lesson about understanding one’s enemy.
For the first time, Yang Qingxi felt that Su Mo’s talent for talking nonsense was actually frightening.
The victim standing beside her didn’t even realize she had already been fooled completely.
As for Su Mo injuries, Yang Qingxi wasn’t worried at all. With Su Mo’s Intermediate Immortal Body and Healing Technique, injuries of this level could hardly be considered serious.
After all, Leng Shuang was beaten up him up far more ruthlessly during their daily sparring sessions.
Compared to that, a broken bone was practically nothing.
Just as Yang Qingxi expected, Su Mo’s injuries barely had time to surface before they began recovering.
The fractured bones in his hand rapidly knitted back together. Torn flesh regenerated at a visible pace, and within moments his swollen fist had returned to normal.
Even Su Mo himself was slightly surprised by his recovery speed.
He clenched and unclenched his fingers a few times before standing up.
"There it is again."
The absurd vitality of the Intermediate Immortal Body never failed to amaze him.
Looking across the training field, he smiled at Shen Kai.
"That was quite a punch."
Shen Kai frowned slightly.
The recovery speed was too fast.
Although cultivators possessed powerful bodies and recovery abilities, restoring a broken hand in such a short time was still abnormal.
Even Song Meilin revealed a surprised expression.
Only Yang Qingxi remained calm.
She had already witnessed similar scenes many times. Only this time the effect was on Su Mo not the opponent and by relying on his special constitution ability, not healing technique.
Meanwhile, Su Mo rolled his wrist and felt the remaining stiffness disappear completely.
To be honest, the reason he accepted this fight wasn’t purely because Shen Kai provoked him.
Part of it was because he genuinely wanted combat experience.
The other reason was much more practical.
He wanted to determine whether Shen Kai was the mysterious attacker.
After all, Shen Kai had been one of the primary suspects.
No matter how emotional Shen Xing’s testimony sounded, Su Mo wasn’t willing to trust it completely. What if it was a misunderstanding? What if someone was deliberately using Shen Xing to divert their attention from the real culprit?
The simplest solution was to fight personally.
A person’s habits, instincts, and combat style were difficult to disguise during battle.
Now that they had exchanged blows, Su Mo had already reached a conclusion.
Shen Kai wasn’t the attacker.
The mysterious intruder gave off a strange feeling that was difficult to describe. Their attacks carried an eerie nature that didn’t resemble a normal cultivator.
Shen Kai, on the other hand, was straightforward.
Every movement was direct and honest. His attacks were powerful, clean, and carried the confidence of someone who had accumulated decades of experience.
The two felt completely different.
Since Shen Kai was no longer a suspect, Su Mo could finally put that matter aside for the moment.
His eyes gradually brightened.
A genuine smile appeared on his face.
Now that he didn’t need to test anything anymore, he could focus on the battle itself.
After all, opportunities to fight an experienced Golden Core cultivator willing to teach him a lesson didn’t come often.
"Come again, Great Elder."
Su Mo raised his fist and assumed a fighting stance.
"This time I’ll be more prepared."
Seeing the excitement in his eyes, Shen Kai’s brows twitched.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that this brat might actually enjoy getting beaten up.
But it didn’t matter.
In fact, Shen Kai was very willing to beat the crap out of this brat.
Without giving Su Mo any time to rest, he stepped forward again. His figure blurred and shot across the training field with astonishing speed. This time, spiritual energy surged through his arm as strands of lightning began crackling around his fist.
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