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

"it is good."

Ascending onto the bench press, Chen Mo tried to refine his mental energy as much as possible so that he could detect the most minute substances.

Unlike those mentalists who are born with mental power, Chen Mo, a martial artist who later gained mental power, still had a very crude way of using it.

Zhu Long did not urge Chen Mo, knowing full well how difficult it was to take the first step in muscle tempering.

It took him a whole day to find the technique with the help of two mentalists. Even if Chen Mo had his own mental power, it would probably still take him a while.

Zhu Long's guess was correct; Chen Mo did indeed spend a full hour capturing that fleeting new cell.

"Do your utmost to refine that one cell, don't be stingy with your energy and blood, the opportunity is fleeting, you must seize it!"

Seeing Chen Mo's condition, Zhu Long guessed that he had captured new cells and quickly reminded him.

Without hesitation, Chen Mo channeled the Qi and blood stored in his meridians and skin toward that single cell.

"hiss......"

An indescribable stinging pain struck, and even Chen Mo, who had a very high pain tolerance, found it hard to bear.

"Hang in there! The first time you temper your muscle cells, it's really painful, but the subsequent tempering will be much easier!"

Hang in there!

Zhu Long's eyes lit up. Chen Mo's talent was indeed the best he had ever seen, and perhaps he could really make it on his path.

Chen Mo clenched his teeth, and drops of sweat trickled down his forehead.

For Chen Mo, that short minute was more unbearable than an hour of tempering his steel bones!

He couldn't understand why the pain of tempering just one cell was greater than the pain of tempering an entire bone.

However, the benefits are proportional to the pain; the tempering of just one muscle cell provided Chen Mo with three points of attack power!

An adult male has approximately 30 trillion cells, of which 50% are blood cells. While muscle cells do not make up a large percentage, they still constitute a significant number.

"It's done!" Zhu Long clenched his fists tightly. Chen Mo's talent in tempering the body was indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"But... this is only the first one to be tempered." Chen Mo frowned. He could feel that unique muscle cell, but it was still too insignificant compared to the rest of his body.

"Don't worry, the first one is the most difficult but also the most rewarding."

Zhu Long's eyes gleamed with excitement; he had finally found a kindred spirit.

Although none of the senior or junior students in the academy said anything, he could still see the disdain and disappointment in their eyes.

As a man who pursues the ultimate physical experience, it doesn't really matter if he doesn't get understanding. But when he met a like-minded person like Chen Mo, Zhu Long's mentality changed drastically.

"Once you've mastered this technique for refining muscle cells, the next step is to combine it with strength training."

"Strength training will damage your muscle fibers, but as you recover, your muscles will become stronger."

"By tempering your cells while doing strength training, you can temper multiple new cells at the same time, which greatly improves efficiency."

"I see." Chen Mo suddenly realized that it would be too time-consuming to temper muscle cells one by one.

"Come on, let me guide you through your chest and triceps workout first. We'll use a three-part training method, and we'll rest one day a week!"

Zhu Long gestured for Chen Mo to lie down under the bench press rack. The entire strength training room was made of super-gravity metal, which was too heavy for martial artists below level four to lift, let alone train with.

"I won't push you to the limit right away; let's start with 550 tons as a warm-up..."

As Zhu Long muttered to himself, he attached two weight plates made of supergravity metal to the bench press bar.

These two bar plates may look inconspicuous, but their actual weight is comparable to that of a fully loaded 100-ton truck.

To put it simply, Chen Mo's current strength training is equivalent to lifting two fully loaded 9.6-meter-long trucks...

...

At 8 p.m., Chen Mo, soaked to the bone, walked out of the Liyuan Courtyard.

He sat in the cafeteria, staring blankly at the bloody food in front of him.

"This is too insane..." Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh. Zhu Long's training load was more than a hundred times that of his, and he still seemed a little unsatisfied.

Every time his muscles tightened, they made a loud popping sound, louder than firecrackers, which was quite frightening.

A pure muscle monster, I always feel like he could lift a thirty-story building.

"What's wrong? You must eat more protein and blood-based foods after training to provide the nutrients your muscles need to recover."

"The blood and qi lost during muscle tempering can be replenished through blood and food, which are all good things."

"Don't you have a good appetite?"

Zhu Long sat down opposite Chen Mo with a mountain of blood food in his hands and swallowed two jin of blood food and a leg of lamb in one gulp.

"No, that's not it. There's something I'm curious about and would like to ask you, senior brother."

Chen Mo shook his head. He was starving. After taking a bite of the bloody food in his bowl, he asked.

"Senior brother, just how strong are you?"

Judging a person's strength by their attack power is inaccurate. Attack power can only indicate a person's lethality, and cannot be used as an indicator of a person's strength.

"My current maximum strength is 350,000 tons."

Zhu Long recalled that his bench press limit was 300,000 tons, and his maximum strength couldn't be much greater.

"Pfft~!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but spit it out, and he looked at Zhu Long with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

Ten thousand tons, that's ten thousand tons!

Even if it were Sun Wukong's 13,500-pound staff, Zhu Long could lift 50,000 of them by himself...

"What's wrong? I feel like my strength is increasing at a slower pace lately. Looks like I need to go into the Abyss and find a suitable opponent to fight and break through."

Zhu Long shook his head; he was not satisfied with his current strength.

Despite his current strength, he still struggles greatly when facing Abyss Warriors of level 10 or above.

Yes, Zhu Long, an eighth-level martial artist, was no longer satisfied with beating up tenth-level martial artists. He started thinking about how to find an eleventh-level martial artist to fight.

Why is it said that the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy is full of monsters? All the top geniuses of the entire Great Xia have gathered here.

Whether they are not very bright or have eccentric personalities, it does not change the fact that these people are the top geniuses in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

Even Feng Buyan, who was brutally beaten by Chen Mo, was a top-tier genius in a normal university, but he immediately paled in comparison when he arrived at the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy.

It's pathetic that they've resorted to bullying freshmen to regain their self-confidence.

But you can't blame him for that. After all, the upperclassmen, apart from the freshmen, are all incredibly talented, with all sorts of super geniuses emerging one after another.

Those who have been hospitalized for more than five years are basically at level 10 or above, and some have even reached level 11.

Dai Emei has only been in the academy for three years, and it is estimated that she will break through to level ten in the second half of the year, which is not slow in the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy.

As for Zhu Long, he is a special case. His cultivation level has not increased much in the five years since he entered the academy, but his combat power has skyrocketed.