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

When the burly grandmaster stood in front of the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy, the other senior students, apart from Chen Mo and his companions, had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Chen Mo's clothes had been torn apart, and there were several writhing, blood-red wounds on his body.

"A level seven martial artist is nothing special, not worth risking my life for."

After rubbing his slightly sore neck, Chen Mo put away his Phoenix Beak Dragon Fang Halberd.

After his battle with Feng Buyan, Chen Mo roughly figured out the limits he could reach without using skills.

Even a genius at level seven is no match for him; he'd probably be able to take down ordinary level seven opponents in a minute.

"Not bad, your strength has really exceeded my expectations."

Dai Emei smiled and put her arm around He Miao, leading her to Chen Mo and the others.

"Be careful, that big guy is called Qiu Lin, he's one of the thirteenth-level Grandmasters in our Grandmaster Academy, and he's particularly petty."

"I haven't forgotten the beating I got from Governor Song last time. If I can't beat you, I'll send my apprentice to beat you up."

"Just be careful, whatever you do, don't..."

Before Dai Emei could finish speaking, a large hand grabbed her head.

"You brat, you're talking bad about me to my face, aren't you?" Qiu Lin grinned maliciously, grabbed Dai Emei's head, and lifted her off the ground.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?!"

Dai Emei crossed her arms, but her current appearance looked ridiculous no matter how you looked at it.

"If you know you're wrong, hurry back and work on your internal organs. You're always up to no good."

"Do you even know that those guys in your year are already approaching level ten, and you're still just wandering around here?"

Qiu Lin wasn't angry and loosened his grip on Dai Emei's head.

Dai Emei breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, made a face at Qiu Lin, and slipped away.

"You kids are quite good; both your strength and talent are top-notch."

"But once you get here, you need to understand one thing."

"You are the weakest. Don't think you're invincible just because you beat these few trash."

Qiu Lin glanced at Chen Mo; he had overheard Chen Mo's words just now.

This kid's talent is terrifying; he was able to defeat an opponent two levels above him.

It's already quite impressive for a normal genius to remain undefeated when fighting opponents of a higher level; those who can defeat opponents of a higher level are truly geniuses among geniuses.

This little guy in front of me defeated Feng Buyan, who is also a genius, despite being two levels above him. His talent is truly terrifying and unimaginable.

Ugh, I'm getting more and more annoyed with that guy Song Bin.

"Only when you become a grandmaster can you weaklings be called strong."

"Zhu Long, take them to their dorms. They'll be assigned to different colleges tomorrow."

After saying that, Qiu Lin arrogantly stepped into the air and left.

Behind him, a giant at least two and a half meters tall appeared out of nowhere.

"Not bad, I watched the whole thing from start to finish."

Zhu Long grinned and walked over to Chen Mo, pinching his arm.

"He must be incredibly strong, maybe he was born with steel skin and bones?"

"Unfortunately, his physical strength is too low and his flesh is too soft."

After saying that, Zhu Long immediately performed a bicep lateral extension, and his steel-like muscles instantly attracted the attention of Chen Mo and Gu Feng.

On his bronze skin, veins as thick as fingers coiled around his muscles like venomous snakes.

The energy of blood and qi, as bright as the sun, shone around them, and Chen Mo and Gu Feng even felt the temperature around them rise by a few degrees.

"This is what a real man should have."

"Techniques are merely tools to assist the body; a real man must overcome all techniques with sheer force."

"No matter which way the wind blows, I'll shatter it with a single punch!"

"Strong and tough, that's what a man is!"

"That's true romance for men!"

"..." Ma Wanglin frowned. Why are all the geniuses of the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy so strange?

They all seem to have some brain problems...

"That seems to make sense..." Under the shocked gazes of Ma Wanglin and He Miao, Chen Mo and Gu Feng nodded, agreeing with Zhu Long's words.

It's understandable that Chen Mo would agree with Zhu Long.

His goal is to become the strongest numerical monster in history, the kind that crushes everything with its numerical values.

It's incomprehensible that Gu Feng would agree with that.

Your family is a family of ancient martial arts practitioners. Are you just going to give up your family's martial arts skills like this?

"Therefore, enter my School of Strength, and I will guide you to become true men."

Zhu Long laughed and patted Chen Mo and Gu Feng on the back, then helped them carry their luggage.

It wouldn't have mattered if they hadn't filmed it, but once they did, Chen Mo and Gu Feng experienced what pure power truly meant.

Chen Mo's bones were covered with cracks, and Gu Feng's internal organs were trembling.

If Chen Mo hadn't realized that Zhu Long wasn't using any force, he would have suspected that this guy was sent by the Abyss Cult to kill him.

"By the way, Senior Zhu Long, what level is your martial arts realm?"

Although Chen Mo was wincing in pain, he still walked over to Zhu Long and asked.

Zhu Long's attributes are very strange: 400,000 health points, 700,000 defense points, and a terrifying 1.5 million attack power.

The only problem is that his Qi and blood are extremely low, only a pitiful 10,000 points.

"Me? Level 8, Five Organs Realm." Zhu Long waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned about his martial arts realm.

"Huh?" Chen Mo's eyes widened in disbelief. Such terrifying attack and defense power was only at the eighth level of the Five Viscera Realm?

"Don't be surprised. Martial arts realm is just a decoration for me. What I pursue is the ultimate physical body."

Zhu Long was not surprised by Chen Mo's surprise. In fact, several grandmasters in the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy also opposed his path.

"You were born with steel skin and steel blood, didn't you feel anything strange when you were tempering your body?"

Zhu Long suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Mo with a very serious expression.

"W-what's strange?"

Chen Mo was taken aback; he really didn't sense anything strange about it.

"Since skin, blood, bones, and bone marrow can all be tempered, why aren't there specific tempering methods for muscles, tendons, and nerves?"

"With this question in mind, I began to train my muscles."

"Look at me now! This is the result after my upper body muscles have been fully trained!"

Zhu Long pounded his chest hard, producing a series of metallic clanging sounds.

"I suspect that current body tempering methods are simplified; true martial artists are definitely not like that!"

"only......"

Zhu Long frowned and continued.

"Ever since I started training my muscles, my blood and energy have been declining rapidly, and my martial arts level has stagnated."

"I have been stuck at the eighth level of the Five Internal Organs Realm for two years."

"Every loss has its gain. My current strength is no weaker than my brothers in the same year, it's just that my martial arts realm has never been able to improve."

"Maybe, I mean maybe."

"Once I've completed the tempering of my muscles, tendons, and nerves, will my physical strength directly rival that of a grandmaster?"