910: C910 There's Pressure to be Motivated

C910 There's Pressure to be Motivated

Mo Nan kicked the door open and entered the room aggressively.

Pen Holding Man looked at his gloomy face and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. In his nervousness, he even pulled off a few strands of his beard.

This... did not come with good intentions!

Sure enough, as he had expected, after Mo Nan came in and cursed, his figure flashed and rushed towards the corner where Pen Holding Man was.

Martial God Technique!

The Talent Skill was activated, and the strength of his body increased by more than ten times. The wind brought by the fist knocked down a few information shelves beside him. This powerful fist smashed down on Pen Holding Man's head.

If this punch was strong enough, even a Grandmaster would be in trouble.

Pen Holding Man's eyelids twitched even more. His expression instantly turned serious, but he did not panic. He raised his hand and drew a circle on the top of his head, forcefully transferring the force from Mo Nan's fist to another place.

"Tai Chi?"

Mo Nan snorted coldly with a sneer.

Pen Holding Man shook his head calmly. "Not really. It's just the most basic method of dispelling force. In the end, your realm has risen too quickly. You have neglected the combat skills between martial artists."

"If you really meet an expert, the chances of you winning aren't high."

"Is that so?"

Mo Nan sneered. The anger in his eyes intensified. He didn't feel any gratitude for Pen Holding Man's reminder.

The reason was simple.

He attacked as soon as he entered the room. He wanted to test the true strength of this bastard to determine when he had been tricked or tricked.

Now everything was clear.

Mo Nan asked himself. A year ago, he could not be compared to now. If it was the current him, he could pinch Mo Qing Kuang to death with a finger.

But he remembered the first time he met this old bastard, they had tied.

Then the problem came. His speed of improvement was fast, and he climbed up like a rocket all the way until now. Could it be that Pen Holding Man was the same? In just a short year, he had cultivated from an ordinary person to his current realm?

If cultivation was really that simple, the true experts of Ancient Martial World wouldn't be so scarce.

"The probability of winning isn't high, right?"

The more Mo Nan thought about it, the angrier he got. Mo Nan let out a cold laugh. His Qi rose again and again. Very quickly, he unleashed his power. He swung his arm and said:

"Then you can try again and see if you can block this punch!"

For a moment, a strong wind blew in the house. It was the power of Mo Nan's punch.

One punch could defeat ten opponents!

Techniques were naturally very important, but before the strength far exceeded the strength of the same realm by several times or even dozens of times, all techniques were useless.

Pen Holding Man's eyes instantly widened, and his expression changed drastically.

He felt puzzled as he walked forward. Although the old Grandmaster of the Shi family was old and weak, he was still a Grandmaster. How could he lose to a martial artist?

Only now did he understand that all the problems lay with Mo Nan.

This kid was not a normal martial artist!

Bang.

A muffled sound erupted in the air.

After the two fists collided, Mo Nan's body shook and he took three steps back. Pen Holding Man jumped lightly from the ground and floated in the air like a fallen leaf for a moment. Then, he slowly landed with a serious expression on his face.

"Grandmaster?"

After the real fight, it was Mo Nan's turn to be shocked. However, the more powerful Pen Holding Man was, the more sullen he felt.

It was as if he had been toyed with by Pen Holding Man for more than a year. That feeling was what he hated the most.

"No."

Pen Holding Man shook his head and said honestly. "I was only a Late Period of Martial Warrior warrior, but I stayed under the Great Red Mother Tree for ten years. Although I didn't manage to comprehend the ancient martial art of the Zheng family, I have learned a lot from it."

"That's why I went into seclusion as soon as I came back. Not long ago, I came out of seclusion and became a Half Step Grandmaster warrior. I'm far from becoming a true Grandmaster, but the thickness of the Spiritual Force in my body is still insufficient."

The realm and the Spiritual Force complemented each other. It was impossible to completely step into a realm without any of them.

"But even if it's a Half Step Grandmaster, it's enough to deal with you."

Pen Holding Man's expression turned cold. He frowned and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

"Fight!"

Mo Nan said directly.

Although he could feel it just now, Old Wang's control over the Spiritual Force and strength was far from what he could compare with. If they really fought, it was hard to say whether they would win or lose.

But he had been scammed for an entire year. During this period of time, he had almost lost his life several times, and had even nearly implicated a few women beside him.

How could he let this matter go so easily?

"Fight, fight!" Pen Holding Man was almost out of breath. He was also out of breath. He waved his sleeves and said.

He had already told the truth. This kid was still so stubborn. Wasn't it just because he didn't have a temper?

"Humph!" Mo Nan snorted lightly and stopped talking nonsense. He was about to charge forward again.

Seeing that the two of them were about to attack again.

"Stop!"

Chiang Lee who had been watching the battle in the room finally could not hold it in anymore. She put her hands on her waist and said angrily,

"If you want to fight, go out and fight. Don't stay here with me. Look at how you've tortured my office."

In the blink of an eye, the office had become like a garbage dump. There were papers flying everywhere. It was all the information that she had collected and organized over the years. Chiang Lee felt like crying but had no tears.

"Uh."

Seeing that his granddaughter was angry, Pen Holding Man's face froze. He quickly stopped trying to please her and tried to persuade her.

"It's all because of this kid. He's too unreasonable. Don't worry. At most, grandpa will help you deal with him."

The Spiritual Force that was surging all over Mo Nan's body instantly returned to his body.

In the end, In the end, he was only targeting Pen Holding Man alone. Although Chiang Lee was the granddaughter of this old bastard, in all fairness, he had a good impression of Chiang Lee.2

"I'm not fighting anymore."

Mo Nan waved his hand and glared at Pen Holding Man. He gritted his teeth and said,

"This time for your granddaughter's sake, Otherwise, I will tie you up and pull out the remaining teeth in your mouth."

I'll let you lie to Yours Truly again!

When Pen Holding Man heard that, his brows twitched a few times. However, when he saw that Mo Nan had really stopped and helped to help the fallen frame up helplessly, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

In the end, the Shi family's Grandmaster was powerless. How could he be any better?

They were all old things that lingered on the line of life and death. How could they compete with young people?

"It's good that you don't fight. It's good that you don't fight."

Under Chiang Lee's gaze, they helped up the information rack together. Pen Holding Man smiled at Mo Nan.

"Don't be so angry. Although you have been in danger for the past year, there is only motivation when you are under pressure. If not for that, what right do you have to reach the realm that others can only cultivate for decades?"

"That is because I have my own opportunity..." Mo Nan rolled his eyes.

"Opportunity is also one of the benefits brought about by pressure!" Pen Holding Man shook his head and stroked his beard. "Otherwise, if you just cultivate in seclusion, could this opportunity hit you out of thin air?"

"That's true."

Mo Nan couldn't deny it. He nodded subconsciously.

But after he admitted it, he realized something was wrong. He gritted his teeth and sneered.

"Don't confuse the concept."

"According to what you said, Yours Truly should be thanking you, right?"

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