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

Chen Mo and his group did not act discreetly; on the contrary, they were rather flamboyant.

Of course, apart from He Miao, who was hiding behind the others, the others all exuded an aura of 'confidence'.

Upon entering the stadium, Chen Mo immediately spotted the large arena located in the center.

On the arena, two martial artists, fully equipped with protective gear, were sparring with specially made weapons that were not lethal.

"Is this what you call a friendly exchange?"

Chen Mo was dumbfounded. He clearly remembered how fierce the battles were in the national competition. How come the situation changed so much after he arrived at the martial arts academy?

This wasn't actually what shocked Chen Mo the most. What shocked him the most was the extremely high praise the instructors gave to the two martial artists who were "playing house" on the stage.

"Old Li, your student's martial arts skills have improved a lot. I estimate he'll be able to break through to level five martial artist by graduation."

"Truly worthy of being the strongest genius of the sophomore year!"

"No, no, no, I think we should exchange and learn from each other. I think your students are also very good. I guess they can be directly appointed as deputy directors of the local martial arts education bureau after graduation."

"Sigh, that's what I thought too, but this kid said he wants to go to the military to guard the abyss after graduation. I really don't understand what he's thinking."

"Why would you choose to risk your life at the military headquarters instead of going to the martial arts training bureau? What a fool."

Listening to the two men boasting to each other, Chen Mo actually felt a little flushed.

Damn it, how dare two weaklings call themselves geniuses and even want to be deputies at the local martial arts education bureau?

No wonder the military warriors looked down on this group of academics; they were all cowards of this kind.

"The two students' exchange was truly wonderful; let's give them a round of applause and cheers!"

One of the mentors stood up, picked up the microphone, walked onto the stage, and spoke loudly.

A few scattered claps rang out from the surroundings, indicating that not everyone agreed with the martial arts academy's educational approach.

"Don't be angry. Practical martial arts academies and these kinds of martial arts academies are basically evenly matched. There are still many martial artists with ideals and ambitions."

Gu Feng patted Chen Mo on the shoulder; he could sense that Chen Mo was extremely unhappy.

"I know, it's not the students' fault, it's just that these tutors are all rubbish."

Chen Mo nodded; he could tell that many students did not agree with this teaching method.

The youthful passion still burns brightly, and those cowards cannot extinguish it.

"When I came here, I asked my family to check the Mountain City Martial Arts Academy. The instructors here are divided into two factions."

"Academics and practitioners."

"Currently, the Mountain City Martial Arts Academy is in the hands of the academic faction, which has led to the current situation here."

Gu Feng paused, glanced around, and then continued.

"The various abyssal rifts are undergoing changes, and no one knows what they will eventually become. My grandfather said that this is the higher-ups' way of putting the practical experts on the front lines."

"Academics have their merits in peacetime, but in the current situation... they are no longer suitable to lead a martial arts academy."

"Are we being used as pawns?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow; he had no intention of doing something that wouldn't bring him any benefit.

"No, that's not it. We'll just do what we need to do. I'm just saying this to reassure you so you can go ahead and do your job."

Gu Feng shook his head. If this matter was truly a trap for them, Gu Feng would absolutely not lead the group into it.

This is one of the advantages of having a large family network of friends; you can often find out about important developments earlier than others.

This makes it easier to make choices.

"Next, let's welcome our guest, Shun Ota from Japan!"

"At only twenty-two years old, Ota has already become a level seven martial artist, and is only one step away from becoming a level eight martial artist, which is the peak of the middle fourth level."

"Furthermore, I have experience fighting to a draw with an eighth-level martial artist, which can bring you a lot of knowledge and skills that you have never known before."

"Damn, 22 years old and a level 7? What trash."

Chen Mo spat. These academic trash are truly insane; they can send any Tom, Dick, or Harry to exchange ideas.

To put it bluntly, Great Xia currently has the most Grandmasters, the most Abyss Rifts, and the most geniuses in the entire world.

Why hire such trash?

They even fought to a draw with an eighth-level martial artist; any one of the four of them could have done that.

No, apart from Ma Wanglin, who is at level six and might be on par with level eight, any one of Chen Mo and his two brothers could easily kill a level eight martial artist.

Chen Mo did not lower his voice, and many people heard what he said.

The vast majority of students and practical instructors at the Mountain City Martial Arts Academy agreed with Chen Mo's statement, as they were proud to be from the world's leading martial arts nation.

But the academic students and professors didn't look too happy.

They considered this Asian youth exchange and learning conference to be extremely important, a significant milestone in their future careers.

Organizing and conducting international exchange and learning conferences—what a rare experience!

"Please don't speak so arrogantly. Although we are the world's strongest martial arts nation, we still need to learn to be humble and exchange ideas with other countries."

"The martial arts and techniques of any country have their merits."

"Only through communication and learning can we become stronger."

The instructor on the stage took a deep breath and smiled as he spoke to Chen Mo.

"Do you really think their low-level techniques are respectable?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, completely unafraid of the mentor on stage.

He's just an eighth-level martial artist, and an academic with little practical combat experience at that. I don't even need a weapon to fight him.

"Despicable..." The mentor on the stage turned ashen-faced. He hadn't expected Chen Mo to say such offensive things.

"Get out! Your participation in the exchange meeting has been cancelled!"

The instructor known as Old Li suddenly stood up, unleashing the pressure of a level seven martial artist, attempting to drive Chen Mo out of the gymnasium.

"Damn it, you old codger, who are you trying to scare?"

Chen Mo's eyes widened, and his golden bones instantly unleashed a terrifying, multiplied Grandmaster-level pressure.

Old Li's face instantly lost all color, and he staggered back to his seat.

"Grandmaster...?"

"No, that's not right, this isn't a grandmaster..."

"Trash, useless, good-for-nothings—these are all nice words to use to describe you."

Chen Mo lifted his foot and walked towards the arena, and the people around him consciously made way for him.

"I thought that the Mountain City Martial Academy, as a martial arts academy established by heroes, should have its own pride, but I never expected it to have fallen so low as to learn from a bunch of lowlife trash."

"So your name is Ota Shun, right?"

Chen Mo stepped onto the arena, crossed his arms, and looked at the young man in front of him, asking a question.

"I'm a level six martial artist, spar with me."

"I won't bully you. I'll go empty-handed. Go get your best weapon, and we'll have a 'spar'."

But Ota Shun blinked and looked at Chen Mo with some confusion.

"By the way, the Japanese can't understand human language."

Chen Mo slapped his forehead; he had forgotten about this.