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

As soon as Xu Liu said this, the once lively living room suddenly fell silent.

"Sister Xu, are you... serious?"

Tian Xingxing put down the goose leg in her hand and turned her head with a puzzled look on her face.

"Don't you know how formidable your son, Chen Mo, is?"

"I...I don't know. I only know he's a level six martial artist and younger than the other contestants. Will that put me at a disadvantage?"

Xu Liu shook her head. She didn't usually care much about martial artists; she only cared about whether her son was doing well.

"Look, Governor Song isn't that old, but he's already a level thirteen grandmaster. I'm worried that Xiao Mo might run into such an opponent."

"..." The entire living room fell into dead silence, and even Chen Li couldn't help but sigh.

"Honey, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

Chen Li rubbed his temples. He really didn't expect Xu Liu to have such a low level of understanding of martial arts.

"Look at how long it took Xiao Mo to go from zero to level six, I think others probably did about the same."

"However, the vast majority of martial artists cannot even reach the third level, and only a minority can become a mid-fourth level martial artist before the age of thirty."

"This is still the situation in our Great Xia. In the other small countries, let alone the third level, even becoming a martial artist is considered extremely lucky."

"Our Xiao Mo is one of the very few."

"So, is my son considered strong compared to these competitors?"

Xu Liu still didn't quite understand, so she changed to a question that was easier to understand.

"To put it another way, if there's an opponent that Chen Mo can't beat, it can only be a level 10 martial artist."

Wei Zhen shook his head; he knew that Chen Mo had killed the level nine ghost armor beast on his own.

If that level-nine ghost-armored beast were thrown onto the arena, it could wipe out the entire World Youth Championship.

"Don't worry, I feel like Chen Mo can single-handedly dominate the entire World Youth Championship."

With a meat bone in her mouth, Tian Xingxing took a big gulp of beer.

"Right, Brother Liang?"

"How would I know? It depends on Chen Mo's own performance."

Liang Yongsheng smiled.

"Chen Mo's strength is beyond question; I'm just afraid he might underestimate his opponent."

......

The opening ceremony lasted for a full six hours, with all 195 teams from 195 countries around the world entering the venue.

Nine out of these 195 teams are just there to make a brief appearance.

Only a dozen or so countries can truly compete for a place.

But nobody cared about winning the championship, because Da Xia had won every World Youth Championship, and everyone was used to it.

It would be strange if the champion of any tournament wasn't the Great Xia team.

"Get ready. In every World Youth Championship, our Great Xia will be the first to play. The opponent won't be very strong, but don't underestimate them."

Lu Youwei sat next to Chen Mo and the others, holding the list of participants in his hand.

"I'm not going to worry about who goes first; you guys can figure it out yourselves."

"Be careful, if you encounter an insurmountable obstacle..."

Lu Youwei thought for a moment but decided not to say what he was about to say. He had heard about the strength of these young men.

There's nothing that could put them in danger, at least not at the World Youth Championships.

"Be mindful of the consequences; don't go too far, at least avoid any casualties."

"Pay special attention to not insulting your opponent; always give them sufficient respect."

"Killing someone in the ring has a very bad reputation, so please be careful with your strength..."

Lu Youwei had begun to worry about South Vietnam.

These wolf cubs are annoying, but they should still restrain themselves in international competitions like this.

At least it can't end in someone dying...

"Please bring your starting players to the stage, the individual competition is about to begin."

As the referee called out, Lu Youwei nodded, indicating that he could go on the field.

"I'm in."

Chen Mo opened the weapon case, took out the blood-stained Phoenix Beak Dragon Fang Halberd, and walked onto the arena with murderous intent.

Lu Youwei opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He could only hope that Chen Mo had taken his words to heart.

"Electronic Information Team Three, prepare to block the bloody scenes."

The format of the World Junior Championships individual competition is very simple, with the first round divided according to the continents.

The Southern Yue were really unlucky, running into the Great Xia right away.

"The opposing team must have sent Chen Mo with the attitude of gaining experience, as he has the lowest martial arts level in the entire Great Xia team."

The leader of the South Vietnamese team's eyes lit up; they might have a chance to defeat Chen Mo!

It's impossible to not even think about defeating the entire Great Xia team.

But if they can defeat one of the members of the Great Xia team, that would be enough for them to go back and report.

"There is a Chinese idiom in the Great Xia Dynasty called Tian Ji's Horse Racing, which means using one's own strengths to deal with the opponent's weaknesses."

"Ruan Wenxiong, you are the strongest, not much different from Chen Mo. You will go last."

"Li Shiyu, Li Wenmiao, you two siblings are the weakest in the team."

"You two go up first to wear down Chen Mo's stamina and create a chance for Ruan Wenxiong to win."

"Don't fight him head-on. Use your agility to wear him down. Ideally, you should exhaust his stamina before Nguyen Van Hung takes the stage."

"If we can defeat Chen Mo, we'll have won!"

The leader of the South Vietnamese team was very confident in his plan, thanks in large part to the World Youth Championship's individual title defense system; otherwise, they wouldn't have had a chance to defeat even one member of the Da Xia team.

"Come on, kids! We didn't expect to do well in the individual competitions anyway. What South Vietnam excels at is team competitions."

"Understood!"

The five official members of the South Vietnam team nodded in unison. Their goal was to defeat Chen Mo by having all five of them take turns on the field!

"The South Vietnamese team is requested to send players onto the field immediately; exceeding the time limit will result in an automatic loss."

Go!

The leader of the South Vietnamese team patted Li Wenmiao on the shoulder, and Li Wenmiao picked up his twin swords and jumped onto the ring.

"Both players, to your positions!"

Once the two fighters were in position, the referee quickly retreated to the edge of the ring.

He was just a level 5 martial artist, considered a big shot on Gran Island, but nothing compared to these local geniuses.

"preparation!"

"start!"

Without any unnecessary words, Li Wenmiao sprinted forward and appeared beside Chen Mo.

The two swords in his hands gleamed with a chilling light, as if they could decapitate Chen Mo with a single strike.

Ding!

With a flash of light, Li Wenmiao quickly retreated, creating a considerable distance between herself and Chen Mo.

"Not dodging or evading?"

Li Wenmiao frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.

Something felt off about his dual-sword strike; it didn't feel like it had actually cut his neck...

Instead, it struck an absurdly hard piece of steel!