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

After arranging the itinerary for Chen Mo and the others, a fierce glint flashed in Lu Youwei's eyes.

Although the extremely unfavorable public opinion surrounding Chen Mo has been suppressed, the South Asian man has still not been found.

Just now, his soldiers finally found the South Asian man's trail.

"Since you won't listen to our advice, don't blame us for being ruthless."

The Great Xia Military Headquarters is not a place where you can reason with them. As the most powerful violent organ in Great Xia, their job is to intimidate the world.

Lu Youwei would never be lenient with someone who doesn't cherish the opportunities he's given.

Not only him, but also the person who was pulling the strings behind the scenes—Lu Youwei will not let these guys get away with it.

At 1 p.m., Chen Mo and his group stood in front of the Rosalia Hotel, carrying their weapons.

Lu Youwei arrived right on time in his car in front of Chen Mo and the others.

"Chen Mo... Captain Chen, I'll call you that from now on."

Lu Youwei initially wanted to call Chen Mo by his name, but after thinking about it, he realized it wasn't appropriate and ultimately opted for a more formal form of address.

"This year's World Junior Championships had a total of 1,945 participants, representing all 195 countries in the world."

"The number of spectators also reached a record high, with more than 13,000 people flying in from Daxia, accounting for one-tenth of the entire venue."

"Gu Feng, your grandfather has come this time as well, bringing the whole Gu family with him."

When Gu Feng heard that his grandfather had also come, his mind went blank.

He, who was originally not under much pressure, suddenly became nervous.

"Not only Gu Feng, but also Ma Wanglin and He Miao, your families have all been invited to watch the game."

"Considering the safety of Captain Chen and his family, Governor Yu suggests that you stay home and watch TV."

"Safety concerns?" Chen Mo frowned. What kind of safety concerns could his family possibly have?

"By some coincidence, it can be said that both the Southeast and Southwest districts of the Abyss Cult were destroyed at your hands."

Lu Youwei didn't intend to hide anything from Chen Mo and opened the car door to say something.

"90% of the cult fighters have been wiped out, but some fighters who have not been wiped out are still roaming around."

"Based on our deductions, they are very likely to pose a threat to you personally."

"You don't need to worry about your family's safety. There are a large number of military and martial arts experts hidden around them, protecting their safety at all times."

"......?" A question mark appeared above Chen Mo's head.

He didn't understand why he was said to be involved in the destruction of the two major parishes of the Abyss Cult.

He didn't seem to have done anything, did he?

"My family..." Ma Wanglin said, somewhat disappointed. She longed to see her parents even more...

"Yes, the Governor of Xishan Province brought a few teachers and students from your alma mater to watch the game. They are on a tight budget, so it's good that they can send even a few people."

"He Miao, your parents and younger siblings are here. I hope you will perform exceptionally well."

"Let's go, you'll see them at the opening ceremony the day after tomorrow."

Lu Youwei stood by the car door, and after saying those words, he stood there waiting for Chen Mo and the others to get in the car.

Chen Mo and the others exchanged glances; they were still somewhat unaccustomed to Lu Youwei's way of speaking.

......

The rehearsal went very smoothly and the process was not complicated.

In general, it's just a matter of appearing in order of country and walking the runway to leave a basic impression on the audience.

No one engaged in any provocative behavior during the rehearsals, and those who could represent the country in the competition wouldn't be people of low character.

Except for certain maggots with dark psychology...

"The World Youth Championships start tomorrow morning."

Chen Mo lay on the bed and glanced at his two challenge tasks.

Based on yesterday's observations, winning the championship doesn't seem to be too much of a challenge.

Small countries generally have a strength level of three to four, which is considered quite high in their respective regions.

The major powers with a similar size to Great Xia are generally quite advanced, with level seven and eight martial artists being relatively common, although they are all around twenty-nine to thirty years old.

They basically just barely crossed the line.

Currently, the youngest team in the entire World Youth Championship is the Daxia team, with an average age of eighteen years old.

Boom boom boom!

Just as Chen Mo took off his shirt to rest, his door was pushed open amidst a series of urgent knocks.

"Chen Mo! Have you forgotten the order of appearance in the individual competition?"

Gu Feng, along with Yang Zuo and the other two, squeezed in and surrounded Chen Mo, who was sitting on the bed.

"Have you forgotten something?"

Chen Mo sighed and put his clothes aside.

"The individual competition is a title defense system, so I'll still be the first to play."

"You guys just need to buy two buckets of popcorn tomorrow and sit down there and watch the show."

"Do you understand?"

Chen Mo had no intention of giving up the reward for the challenge mission; it was a resurrection armor, and not a one-time use one.

With this thing, you'll have two lives every 24 hours, not to mention the ability to choose your own emblem and buff.

"But...my grandpa and the others are here."

Gu Feng scratched his nose. His father had come, so wouldn't it be inappropriate for him not to go on stage and show off?

"Let them come. Anyway, I'm the starting player. If they can't beat me, you won't be able to play. It's not your fault."

"Right?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow; he hadn't even mentioned that he would be taking on four opponents in the team competition yet...

"Alright, then we'll prepare snacks and drinks tomorrow and get ready to watch the show."

Gu Feng nodded, and the others left after receiving news that Chen Mo would be starting.

Chen Mo said that since he was starting, they wouldn't have a chance to play.

If someone can defeat Chen Mo, then there's no point in them going on stage.

After the group of people who had inexplicably rushed in and then inexplicably left, Chen Mo stood on the ground choosing his weapon for the next day's match.

"Should we use the Vajra Iron Wire Fist, or the Demon-Slaying Six-Strike Halberd?"

Chen Mo was somewhat conflicted, since he definitely couldn't use his own 'skills' in any case.

His own skills were too terrifying in terms of both special effects and power. With the strength of those players, even a slight brush with them would result in death or serious injury.

"Little beans..."

Unable to make up his mind, Chen Mo closed his eyes and randomly picked one of the two weapons.

"It's the one, you're the one!"

Chen Mo's hand finally stopped on the longer weapon box. "I'll be using you for tomorrow's individual competition!"

Phoenix-beak dragon-tooth halberd!