High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

It wasn't until Chen Mo shouted "Great Victory!" that the martial artists who were preparing to self-destruct finally realized what was happening.

They won; the catastrophe that could have destroyed the South Island is over.

"A resounding victory!"

Scattered cheers rang out; every martial artist who could make a sound was shouting.

However, of all the top-four and middle-four martial artists in Abyss Dawn City, only one in a hundred remained. The few people in front of Chen Mo were the remaining fighting force of the entire Abyss Dawn City.

Furthermore, they also lost a grandmaster who had sealed off his own qi and blood, and Yang Qing's current condition is also unknown.

Although Abyss Dawn City was saved and the Southern Island was not in danger of sinking, the cost was far too high.

The surviving warriors cheered and roared, all celebrating this battle that would go down in history.

But at that moment, Chen Mo suddenly frowned.

"That's not right, the Abyss Mother Tree has fallen, so why haven't any quests been completed...?"

"Chen Mo! Watch out behind you!"

Gu Feng's voice rang out, but he was still a step too late.

A withered tree-like hand pierced through Chen Mo's chest, its palm clutching a still-beating heart.

"Holy shit!"

Chen Mo turned around and saw a familiar face appear in front of him.

"Zhao Dehai..."

"Hahahaha! I've finally got you killed!"

Zhao Dehai burst into loud laughter, a laugh that was unusually manic.

"Chen Mo, Chen Mo, you never expected this, did you? You, the national champion, actually died at the hands of a mere level two martial artist like me!"

puff!

Zhao Dehai's wooden hand suddenly exerted force, and Chen Mo's heart instantly exploded.

As his heart exploded, Zhao Dehai's woody body suddenly shot out countless wooden spikes, tearing Chen Mo's internal organs to shreds.

[Received fatal damage, HP -1000000!]

[Suffering continuous bleeding damage, health decreases by 10000 per second!]

[Please stop the bleeding and repair the injuries immediately, otherwise you will be in a near-death state once your health is depleted!]

[Near-death state: Only one step away from death; any slight movement could lead to final demise!]

"Fuck you!" Gu Feng watched helplessly as Chen Mo was ambushed, and a surge of anger erupted within him.

Yang Zuo, who had been expressionless until now, had veins bulging on his forehead. More than a month of getting along had brought about some strange changes in him.

Ma Wanglin didn't say anything, but her eyes turned bloodshot as she charged at Zhao Dehai.

"You don't actually think this minor injury can kill me, do you?"

Chen Mo grinned and grabbed Zhao Dehai's wooden hand, an invisible force beginning to ripple.

The ultimate predicament of reincarnation!

"Pass through the Gate of Darkness!"

The surrounding scenery changed, and the ground beneath Chen Mo and Zhao Dehai's feet was no longer purplish-red, but a strange gray-green hue.

"This, this..." Zhao Dehai looked around in bewilderment, then looked at Chen Mo in complete confusion.

"Pfft!" Chen Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, breaking Zhao Dehai's arm.

"Why, why don't you die??"

Zhao Dehai was dumbfounded. His heart had been crushed and his internal organs had been shredded, so how was this person still standing?

Chen Mo glanced at his life points, which were less than a million and still decreasing, and looked at Zhao Dehai with icy eyes.

After the massive beast tide, Chen Mo's health points have reached 2.3 million.

In addition, Wu Zhonghenyi took a sip of the ten million beast tide, so Chen Mo's health was basically full.

The fatal blow just now cost him one million health points, leaving him with one million three hundred thousand health points.

However, the rate at which he was losing 10,000 health points per second was simply too fast. Even if he could recover 500 health points per second now, it would still be fatal for Chen Mo.

However, before his health points were completely depleted, Chen Mo still had nearly three minutes, enough time for him to take down Zhao Dehai.

Putting everything else aside, Zhao Dehai's health reached 500,000 after being transformed into wood, his attack power was close to 50,000, and his armor penetration reached 50%. No wonder he was able to break through his perfect steel armor directly.

It would be such a waste not to take advantage of such excellent attributes.

"You bald bastard, I might not die today, but you're going to die by my hand."

Chen Mo smiled menacingly; this was the first time he had suffered such severe injuries.

As soon as the charged attack symbol on Zhao Dehai's chest lit up, Chen Mo used the Cloud Step technique to rush forward.

when!

[Dealt 276097 damage! Maximum health increased by 33120!]

Great! I can hold out for another three seconds!

With this punch, Zhao Dehai's chest caved in, but no blood splattered.

"What a pity, I didn't kill you just now..."

Zhao Dehai also realized that Chen Mo was unusual, and he said through gritted teeth with a gloomy expression.

"Don't worry, even if I can't kill you, the Abyss Cult will not let you go. Your potential for growth has already threatened the survival of the cult."

"I'll be waiting downstairs..."

Before Zhao Dehai could finish speaking, Chen Mo's Demon-Slaying Six-Hit Halberd had already struck his face.

After four consecutive blows, Zhao Dehai was decapitated by Chen Mo. His wooden head fell to the ground, while his body was kicked away by Chen Mo.

"You talk too much nonsense. I'll naturally go and wipe out your so-called Abyss Cult later."

Chen Mo was still spitting out blood, but fortunately, absorbing Zhao Dehai's attributes restored some of his health.

[The target in the Cycle of Despair has been killed, and 20% of all attributes have been stolen!]

[Plunder Attributes: Health 100000, Attack Power 9622, Armor Penetration 10%...]

"Ugh..." As the cycle of reincarnation dissipated, Chen Mo's body went limp and he knelt down on one knee.

If it weren't for the Phoenix Beak Dragon Fang Halberd supporting him, Chen Mo might have collapsed to the ground.

"Chen Mo!" Upon seeing Chen Mo reappear, Gu Feng and the others rushed over in a panic.

"Is there... anything else you'd like to say?"

"?" Chen Mo frowned, his brows furrowing into a question mark.

"I think I can still be saved; I won't die anytime soon."

"But you don't even have a heart anymore..."

"I told you I can still be saved, can you please not give up!?"

Chen Mo was getting anxious. Why couldn't these three use their brains? Didn't they even know to find him a mentalist?

Just as Gu Feng and the other two were in a bit of a panic, Yang Qing, who was seriously injured and in no better condition than Chen Mo, came over.

"Good lad, you've got some real vitality."

Yang Qing, his face covered in blood, laughed and released the blood and qi he had originally intended to suppress.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mo's complexion became rosy at a visible speed, but Yang Qing's condition became increasingly listless.

"This approach won't last long. You must return to the southern training camp and let Dean Chu handle it for you."

Yang Qing's method can only have a temporary effect; true healing still requires a spiritual healer.

Moreover, it cannot be an ordinary mentalist; only the most elite mentalist can save Chen Mo.

Whether Chen Mo was lucky or unlucky, there was a world-class therapeutic mentalist in the Southern Training Camp.

Chu Tianhua, Dean Chu!