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

Chen Mo touched his slightly itchy neck and grinned.

Li Wenmiao was already sweating. Why did he feel that he couldn't even wear down Chen Mo's stamina?

"I'll give you two choices."

"First, admit defeat."

"Secondly, I'll escort you down."

Chen Mo held up two fingers, and his words were amplified throughout the entire Asia Division arena.

The stands in the entire Asia region fell silent for a moment, then erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

Speaking recklessly?

That's right, Chen Mo was just spouting nonsense.

So what? He has the power to spout nonsense!

"I knew it, you young people..."

Lu Youwei sighed helplessly, but why did it feel so good?

The commentators in the Asia region also got excited at this moment; this was exactly the kind of player they hoped to encounter.

Those polite matches just don't have any exciting moments; this kind is definitely explosive!

"Oh, Chen Mo has presented Li Wenmiao with two choices. I wonder what he will choose?"

"Or, should we choose neither?"

Li Wenmiao gritted her teeth and moved swiftly with a ghostly figure, always staying outside Chen Mo's attack range.

Seeing that Chen Mo did not react, Li Wenmiao suddenly threw out a steel knife.

The steel blade was aimed straight at Chen Mo's face, but Chen Mo remained standing on the stage with his arms crossed, not moving.

Using the knife she had thrown as cover, Li Wenmiao appeared smoothly behind Chen Mo's head.

The steel knife circled around the back of Chen Mo's head in a very strange trajectory and stabbed towards Chen Mo's eyeball!

"Oh! It seems that Li Wenmiao has chosen to attack again instead of making a choice!"

"Li Wenmiao is the chief disciple of the Nan Yue Qian Shan Martial Arts School, and her twin swords are forged from Abyss Steel!"

"No matter how tough Chen Mo's body is, it's impossible for him to have his eyeballs tempered... right?"

The commentator, who had just become excited, froze and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

What happened?

Did Chen Mo catch the Abyss Steel Short Sword by pinching it between his eyelids?

Or did he actually refine his eyeballs as well?

"I told you, I'm giving you two choices."

"Since you're not going to choose, then I'll choose one for you."

The steel blade pierced Chen Mo's pupils, sparks flying.

"Impossible!" Li Wenmiao felt a chill run through her body. How could someone have tempered her eyeballs to be so hard?!

This is unreasonable!

"Nothing is impossible."

Chen Mo knew that his conversation with Li Wenmiao would be broadcast live, but he didn't intend to hold back at all.

"It's all just hard work and sweat."

Of course, there was one thing Chen Mo didn't say aloud.

The effort and sweat here refer to the opponent's frantic efforts and the sweat that beaded on their forehead when they realize they can't beat them no matter what.

"Go down."

Li Wenmiao's pupils were locked, and all her muscles tensed up, trying to escape Chen Mo's attack range.

"Do you really think I'm slow?"

Chen Mo's mere presence with one hand gave Li Wenmiao a sense of utter despair, as if she had nowhere to hide.

No matter how he tries to hide or find a way to escape, it's all in vain in the face of absolute numbers!

In the end, Chen Mo grabbed Li Wenmiao's head with one hand, and her skull cracked with a series of sharp sounds.

"It seems you've made your choice."

"Then I'll escort you off the stage."

Chen Mo slowly walked to the side of the South Vietnam team and threw Li Wenmiao, who was struggling frantically but to no avail, off the stage.

"Next."

Li Wenmiao, who had been thrown to the ground, managed to get up, and a large purplish-red handprint appeared on his face.

He wasn't seriously injured, but what Chen Mo did was incredibly humiliating.

The South Vietnamese team leader also looked very grim; he could tell that Li Wenmiao had done her best.

The gap was just too big; they couldn't even expend physical energy to do it.

"Should we substitute Chen Mo?"

The referee wiped the sweat from his brow; he was certain that Chen Mo could single-handedly defeat the South Vietnamese team.

"I said, continue."

Chen Mo glanced at the referee, who could only nod.

"Li Shiyu, enter the stage."

Even now, the South Vietnamese team leader still believes that Nguyen Van Hung's strength is not much different from Tran Mo's.

It shouldn't be too big?

As the stronger sister among the Li siblings, Li Shiyu is superior in agility and speed.

Li Shiyu felt that she had found a way to fight Chen Mo, which was to never get within three meters of him.

That's when the weapon she was practicing with came in handy!

A five-meter-long steel-headed whip!

At least, she was absolutely certain that Chen Mo wouldn't grab her by the head and throw her off the stage!

Ten seconds later...

"Next." Chen Mo threw Li Shiyu, whose head was swollen like a pig's head, off the stage and returned to his position.

"Keep going, wear him down!"

"I refuse to believe his stamina is inexhaustible!"

"Maintaining that high level of defense for an extended period must be incredibly taxing. If we seize the opportunity, we still have a chance to win!"

The South Vietnamese team leader punched the edge of the ring; their first two losses were truly humiliating.

Not only did they not let Chen Mo pick up a weapon, they didn't even let him leave the spot!

"We must hold on a little longer; every second we can prolong his life is a huge drain on his energy!"

Trust my judgment!

"This extremely high level of defense cannot be maintained for long. If we can stall for enough time, we have a chance to defeat him!"

The South Vietnamese team leader grabbed the shoulder of the third South Vietnamese athlete and spoke almost pleadingly.

"You must hang in there!"

Half a minute later...

The South Vietnamese team leader, seeing that only Nguyen Van Hung's group remained, slumped weakly into his seat.

"Why? This doesn't make sense..."

Chen Mo, standing on the stage without blushing or panting, simply stood there with his arms crossed, watching their performance.

It felt like a king high above, scrutinizing the clowns below!

"Team leader, leave the rest to me!"

Nguyen Van Hung gripped his long sword tightly, walked over to the South Vietnamese leader, and patted him on the back.

"I understand now!"

"It's highly likely that Chen Mo has practiced some kind of stance training, which allows him to become indestructible simply by standing still."

"However, this kind of stance training usually has a weakness, which is its own Achilles' heel!"

"I just need to find his weakness, and I can easily defeat him!"

After four dominant matches, Nguyen Van Hung still believes he has a chance to defeat Chen Mo.

He was the most outstanding genius in Nan Yue, reaching the sixth level of the Steel Bone Realm at the young age of twenty-eight, and was only one step away from the seventh level.

His unique genius pride told him that he had to win this battle!