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

The following morning, as the sun shone on the sea, the World Youth Championships officially opened after many years!

The Gran Island Martial Arts Center, which had been closed for many years, was reopened, and cheers resounded through the sky.

Countries around the world that have not yet been destroyed by the abyss rift have sent their most outstanding young martial artists, who will compete for supremacy here.

The World Youth Championships are much more grand and popular than the national championships.

After all, the World Youth Championship has a stronger commercial atmosphere, while the National Championship is purely for selecting true geniuses.

Amidst enthusiastic cheers from the audience, the Great Xia team, representing the world's premier martial arts nation, entered the arena first.

"The nation with the most Grandmasters on Earth, a powerful nation possessing the most formidable martial artists..."

"Let's welcome the Great Xia team!"

The commentary for the World Youth Championship wasn't as serious as I'd imagined; instead, it was... more...exciting?

"This year's Great Xia team is entirely from... the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy?"

The commentator paused for a moment when he saw the script. He remembered that the previous Great Xia teams all came from various martial arts academies.

Is this some kind of newly established martial arts academy, the Great Xia Grandmaster Academy?

However, out of professional ethics as a commentator, he quickly adjusted his tone and mental state.

"This team is quite young, and the captain, Chen Mo, is only... eighteen years old!?"

Upon seeing Chen Mo's age, the narrator immediately cracked and sang off-key. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had picked up the wrong script.

"The average age of the entire team is only eighteen, or perhaps they are students who just graduated from Wuhan High School this year?"

To ensure fairness in the competition, even the commentators did not have access to the players' information before the official opening ceremony, and their scripts were prepared in advance by the event organizers.

His reaction is perfectly normal.

The audience members were taken aback after hearing the narrator's introduction and couldn't help but start discussing it.

The topics of discussion were varied, but they all boiled down to one question: "Aren't the players on the Da Xia team too young?"

After all, other countries would love to keep the age limit at thirty, so you have to have a lot of confidence in these kids to let them participate in such a major competition.

"Chen Mo..." A Japanese spectator seemed to remember something and suddenly raised his head.

"Could it be Chen Mo, the Great Xia national champion who saved the Southern Island?"

"If it's him, then all of this makes sense."

It wasn't just him who thought of this; the commentators, who were at the heart of the entire match's atmosphere, also realized it.

"These players from the Great Xia team have swept the top spots in this year's Great Xia National Competition. I wonder what level they've reached after half a year of training!"

"Not only that, the Great Xia team also has... a psychic!?"

The commentators were dumbfounded. What was the Great Xia team trying to do?

Not only were there no substitutes, but the main team, which normally consisted of five players, also crammed in a mentalist.

Isn't this simply weakening our own fighting strength?

The stadium fell silent for a moment; the lineup for the Da Xia team was truly bizarre.

After a brief pause, the commentator resumed his introduction.

"Don't underestimate these young martial artists. Although they are only eighteen years old, the strongest among them has already reached the eighth level of the Five Organs Realm!"

"This is an unimaginable talent, and also the result of countless efforts and sweat!"

Amid cheers from the audience, Chen Mo, clad in full general's armor and wielding a halberd, walked out carrying a large banner.

This general's armor is actually the uniform of the captain of the Great Xia team, combining aesthetics and practicality.

"This thing... is so boring."

Even as a level six martial artist, Chen Mo felt uncomfortable all over while wearing the general's armor.

According to Lu Youwei, this set of general's armor has extremely high defensive capabilities, comparable to the skin of an eighth-level martial artist.

Chen Mo was utterly disappointed when he heard that the heavy general's armor only had an eighth-level defense; it wasn't even as durable as his old skin.

"Hang in there, hang in there, this is the moment everyone's watching."

Hearing Chen Mo's rambling, Lu Youwei could only offer a few words of comfort.

"The whole world is watching you, so don't cause any trouble."

"I know, I know..."

Chen Mo pursed his lips and walked into the contestants' seat amidst the cheers of the audience.

"I'll definitely take it all off when I go into the ring later; fighting naked would be more comfortable than wearing this..."

...

At the same time, it was 8 p.m. in Daxia, the prime time.

A large number of people had gathered at Chen Mo's house, all watching the match on television.

"Holy crap, Chen Mo is so handsome..."

Tian Xingxing's eyes lit up. That general's armor was something that even the border army's honor guard couldn't get their hands on.

Putting aside the ridiculously strong defensive capabilities of that general's armor, the symbolic meaning and honor alone are enough to make many people risk their lives.

"He's really handsome."

Wei Zhen couldn't help but nod. In just a few months, this child had become even stronger than him.

That's not quite accurate; it would be more accurate to say that he could crush him.

"Old Chen, why don't you have your son give a speech at No. 37 Middle School when he comes back for the Chinese New Year?"

Xiao Qifeng was grinning from ear to ear; Chen Mo was the star student of their No. 37 Middle School.

Apart from a few people who knew the truth, everyone else believed that Chen Mo was a student from No. 37 Middle School.

When school started in mid-August this year, No. 37 Middle School experienced a wave of transfers, with even students from Shanghai wanting to transfer to their school.

Unfortunately, Xiao Qifeng understood the true level of No. 37 Middle School and did not harm other children because of temporary gains or losses.

"Don't ask me, you have to ask Xiao Mo about this."

"See if he has time."

When talking about his son, Chen Li became quite assertive.

Who is the toughest in the entire Taizhou City right now?

Of course, he's not the insignificant mayor or garrison commander. Chen Li is the most influential, assertive, and powerful man in the entire Taizhou.

The most capable woman is Xu Liu.

Chen Mo is not only exceptionally talented, but he is also incredibly ambitious, with his strength skyrocketing.

In a small city where a level six martial artist can become the director of the martial arts education bureau, the difference between Chen Li and Xu Liu and local tyrants isn't that great.

Even the mayor and garrison commander of Taizhou City would visit the "two elders" every now and then, bringing gifts.

Chen Mo's appearance not only helped Chen Li and Xu Liu stand up, but also made Taizhou City more prosperous.

In this area, causing trouble for the Chen family is almost the same as committing suicide...

"Director Wei, I don't know much about you martial artists."

Xu Liu glanced at the list of teams that would be playing next, then turned to look at Wei Zhen with some confusion.

"I've noticed that all the other teams are martial artists in their late twenties or early twenties. Why is our Great Xia letting kids like Xiao Mo participate?"

"Aren't you afraid they might make a mistake and lose the game?"