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

Just as Chen Mo led his team down into the abyss, all thirteen grandmasters of the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy gathered in the dean's office.

"How should I put it? If you ask me, it's most suitable to leave this matter to Feng Buyan and his team."

"These kids are just the right age and have plenty of practical experience; winning the championship shouldn't be a problem."

Qiu Lin sat in a wooden armchair, holding a cup of scalding hot tea in his hand.

"Forget it, they're all at a critical stage of their breakthroughs. Letting them go out and do things at this time will only cause delays."

Xue Le shook his head. Participating in a small World Youth Martial Arts Tournament wouldn't interfere with the children's training.

"Just pick a few who are relatively free; that'll be enough to get by."

"Your attitude is unacceptable, Xue Le." Geng Lianhu's droopy eyelids suddenly opened, and his sharp gaze stung Xue Le's face.

"This feeling...could this old man have somehow touched the 'three vital points'?"

Xue Le broke out in a cold sweat. He could sense that Geng Lianhu's aura at this moment was something that ordinary grandmasters could not possess.

"The higher-ups have given us this excellent opportunity to give the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy a push."

"A golden opportunity to make a name for ourselves and bring the previously unknown Great Xia Grandmaster Academy into the public eye."

"But... wouldn't it be bad to interfere with the children's cultivation?" Xue Le frowned and said.

In his view, nothing was more important than the children's cultivation.

"So, my plan is to send the youngest and most free kids."

Geng Lianhu stroked his beard, and it was obvious who the "most idle kids" he was referring to were.

"They're only eighteen years old, and their opponents are all martial artists in their twenties or even thirties. They lack combat experience!"

"This is absolutely unacceptable! Chen Mo and his group possess the strongest talent in the entire history of the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy. We must not allow them to leave Great Xia!"

"Who knows if those foreign devils will try something behind our backs? Protecting their safety is more important than anything else!"

Xue Le slammed his hand on the table and stared at Geng Lianhu with wide, bull-like eyes.

"Hehehe, Xiao Xue, you're still too young." Geng Lianhu shook his head and chuckled.

"You haven't been keeping up with what's been happening with Chen Mo and the others lately, have you?"

"That kid single-handedly killed a level nine demonic beast. Do you think anyone under thirty, besides the kids from the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy, could defeat them?"

"Besides, I'm personally leading the team this time. Let's see which fool dares to stab us in the back."

"If there are any fools who dare to challenge me, then let them see my Earth-Splitting Golden Gourd Hammer!"

After he finished speaking, Geng Lianhu unleashed an unparalleled and powerful aura, causing a look of surprise to flash across everyone's eyes.

"Old Geng, you... you saw the Three Life Gates?" Xu Qing covered her mouth in surprise, her face full of disbelief.

"Hmph, of course, otherwise do you really think I've lived all these years for nothing?"

Geng Lianhu's lips curled up. If he were to remain at the thirteenth level Grandmaster for the rest of his life, what would be the point of living?

A martial artist must become stronger, and keep becoming stronger!

"I understand. Let's vote now." Xu Qing took a deep breath and solemnly raised her hand.

Grandmaster is a new realm achieved by a level 12 martial artist who has unified their three cores and condensed their own life core, resulting in a tremendous transformation in their life level.

In the eyes of this group, becoming a grandmaster is not difficult; what is difficult is what comes after becoming a grandmaster.

Find your three key weaknesses and complete your final transformation.

"I agree with Elder Geng leading the team." Xue Le had nothing to say. With Geng Lianhu there, the safety of Chen Mo and the others was absolutely guaranteed.

"I agree."

"agree......"

As expected, all twelve grandmasters except Geng Lianhu himself agreed to the proposal.

"Alright, since you've all agreed, I'll make a trip to the mountain city today to see how those little brats are doing in their studies."

Geng Lianhu nodded in satisfaction. He had thought he would have to fight, but it turned out to be so easy.

After the meeting, Xu Qing walked up to Geng Lianhu and whispered something to him.

"Old Geng, while you're at it, go check on the stone lion. That old codger hasn't been able to re-condense his Grandmaster Origin after all these years. I'm worried that something might be wrong with his health."

"Don't worry, that old man won't die. I reckon those little brats of Chen Mo have already met with him."

Geng Lianhu waved his hand, saying that Shi Shizi was from the same era as them, and since he hadn't died, Shi Shizi couldn't die either.

"Hmm, I guess we'll have to arm wrestle, pretend to give them some treasures and then throw them out of the yard."

"That old geezer only has this one twisted sense of humor..."

"Alright, be discreet when you go, don't make it public knowledge."

Xu Qing still holds the same old ideas, always believing that keeping a low profile is the best choice.

Little did they know that in this day and age, keeping a low profile only leads to being looked down upon; only absolute strength and absolute arrogance are the prevailing trends.

"Of course, I will definitely keep a low profile."

Geng Lianhu grinned, his qi and blood gathered beneath his feet, and with a loud bang, he disappeared into the horizon.

The speed at which a Grandmaster unleashes his full power is quite fast; it only takes a little over an hour to travel from the summit of Kunlun Mountain to the Mountain City Martial Academy.

The ability to traverse 1,700 kilometers in an hour is why Xue Le warned Chen Mo not to be overconfident in his speed.

......

Mountain City Martial Arts Academy, Cemetery.

Principal Shi Jinshi was sitting at the lowest point of the cemetery, looking up at the sleeping 'little lions' in front of him.

"Children, I am one hundred and twenty-five years old this year."

"I didn't ask them to make a big fuss for me, just some braised pork and white wine will do."

"This cup is a toast to you all. Without you, I alone could not have suppressed the abyss rift in the mountain city."

"It was because I was too impulsive back then, always thinking about suppressing the abyss rift, that led to your sacrifice."

"Don't worry, your descendants are just like you. No matter what difficulties they encounter, they will still have their own passion."

"When the time is right, I will take back the position of the head lion and rebuild the glory of the Mountain City Martial Arts Academy."

"After all, we can't let those brats from the Grandmaster Academy steal all the limelight."

Shi Jinshi muttered to himself as the cool autumn wind, unique to the mountain city, blew across the half-yellowed leaves.

After a hearty meal and drinks, the tipsy Shi Jinshi left the cemetery carrying a wine barrel, thus concluding his 125th birthday celebration.

He was too ashamed to hold a grand celebration. The Abyss had not been completely suppressed and even showed signs of a counterattack, so he was not qualified to hold a birthday banquet.

Only when the abyss is completely suppressed can Shi Jinshi...

"What's that noise?"

Shi Jinshi's ears twitched; he seemed to hear a somewhat familiar low growl.

"The Great Demon of the Abyss!"