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

He absolutely could not let his teammates' efforts go to waste, and he absolutely could not lose even when facing the geniuses of the Great Xia!

Not to mention that I'm almost thirty years old. If I can't even beat an eighteen-year-old boy, wouldn't that be too embarrassing!

Thinking of this, Nguyen Van Hung's momentum rose steadily, reaching a level he had never achieved before.

Unity of mind and body.

"Mind and body in harmony, this is mind and body in harmony!"

The leader of the South Vietnamese team was excited. The highest level of the Nguyen family's One-Word Thunder Blade is the unity of body and mind.

If the practitioner of the One-Word Thunder Blade achieves perfect harmony of mind and body and reaches the Grandmaster level, cleaving mountains and seas in two with a single strike is no problem at all.

Even at the sixth level of the Steel Bone Realm, once one achieves unity of mind and body, the One-Word Thunder Blade possesses the potential to slay enemies across borders!

Chen Mo glanced at Ruan Wenxiong, who had stepped onto the stage. This guy exuded an indescribable aura.

"Chen Mo, I have to admit, you are indeed very strong."

Ruan Wenxiong drew his azure-blue longsword and stared sharply at Chen Mo.

"We, the Southern Yue, are indeed no match for your Great Xia, but we must at least defeat one of you. We cannot let you single-handedly defeat our entire team."

"Next, you will witness the secret technique of the Nguyen family of Southern Yue, the One-Word Thunder Blade!"

"Is that so?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. This person's personality seemed alright.

"Then let me see for myself."

As he spoke, Chen Mo took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined, muscular physique.

"This team uniform is quite valuable; it would be a shame if you ruined it."

"Come on, stab it here!"

Chen Mo pointed to his heart, a strangely excited smile spreading across his face.

The commentator also became excited at this point.

"Is this a provocation?"

"This is absolutely provocative!"

"As expected of the infamous 'Beast' Chen Mo, is he finally about to reveal his ruthless nature?"

The bored spectators around them sat up straight; the previous matches had been incredibly dull.

Chen Mo stood still, while those idiots from Nan Yue delivered themselves to his doorstep, got caught, and were thrown off the stage.

Look at the Europa League next door, they're fully equipped and in full armor, the aftershocks even made a lot of people faint.

It's much more visually appealing than Chen Mo's place.

"On your marks!"

The referee also noticed the tense atmosphere on the field and immediately stepped back to the sidelines to prepare to announce the start of the match.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Chen Mo plunged the Phoenix Beak Dragon Tooth Halberd in his hand into the alloy arena.

"What do you mean by that?"

Ruan Wenxiong frowned, not understanding why Chen Mo would abandon his weapon at such a crucial moment.

"I don't need weapons to deal with someone like you."

Chen Mo returned to his previous posture with his arms crossed, and nodded at Ruan Wenxiong.

"That's incredibly arrogant!"

The commentators are incredibly excited; they need players with this kind of explosive behavior the most.

Especially someone like Chen Mo, who is not only strong but also arrogant!

"You'll regret this..."

Ruan Wenxiong gritted his teeth, and azure lightning patterns appeared on his skin.

"start!"

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached its peak, the referee decisively announced the start of the match.

The moment the referee announced the start of the match, Ruan Wenxiong transformed into lightning, appearing before Chen Mo with a deafening roar.

The azure longsword was aimed straight at Chen Mo's heart, determined to end the battle with a single blow.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out, followed by an explosion of lightning.

"Is that all you've got?"

When the lightning subsided, everyone discovered that Chen Mo had actually pinched the tip of the azure longsword with just two fingers.

Not only was Chen Mo's chest unharmed, but even the fingers that were gripping the knife tip were completely unscathed.

"impossible!"

Nguyen Van Hung's forehead instantly broke out in a sweat; he was very confident in his strike.

Even a level seven martial artist would die from this strike!

Why!

Why were you so easily caught?!

"Go down, fighting with you guys isn't very entertaining."

Chen Mo shook his head in disappointment and punched Ruan Wenxiong in the chest.

A shockwave visible to the naked eye erupted, and Nguyen Van Hung's clothes were instantly reduced to dust by the violent impact.

He turned into a cannonball and flew towards the audience.

With a deafening roar, thick smoke billowed from where Nguyen Van Hung had landed.

When the thick smoke cleared, no one saw Nguyen Van Hung; they only found a huge crater on the ground.

"Fumio!"

The members and leader of the South Vietnamese team rushed over and dug Nguyen Van Hung out of the pit.

At this moment, Nguyen Van Hung was in a terrible state, his chest was sunken, he was barely clothed, and his body was covered in blood.

This was just a normal punch from Chen Mo; he didn't even dare to use the Heart Steel's charged attack.

If the Heartsteel Charged Attack Marker is hit, Ruan Wenxiong will be turned into dumpling filling on the spot.

"monster......"

Ruan Wenxiong barely opened his eyes. He felt that Chen Mo's punch wasn't a fist at all; it was more like a train crashing into him.

"..."

The entire stadium fell silent; even the commentators were stunned.

They had thought that Ruan Wenxiong could at least fight Chen Mo for dozens of rounds, but they never expected it to end like this.

The match ended before the audience and commentators even saw what happened.

However, the leader of the South Vietnamese team, who was an eighth-level martial artist, saw everything that had just happened.

One punch, just one punch, a simple, unadorned punch that used no martial arts skills or even any techniques, and Nguyen Van Hung was instantly killed.

He instantly killed the martial artist who was hailed as the greatest genius in South Vietnam in the last fifty years.

It's really not Chen Mo's fault. After all, Lu Youwei had told him it was best not to cause any deaths, so he had to be careful.

Otherwise, with Chen Mo's current attack power of 600,000 and health of 10 million, a single Heart of Steel attack would deal at least a million damage.

A normal level six martial artist has around 500,000 to 600,000 health points, which is considered high.

When Dai Emei was at level nine, she only had a little over five million health points, and her current health points are still less than ten million.

The gap between the two is simply too great; it's a pure numerical crushing victory.

To give a simple example, it feels like an 18-year-old top laner with full gear chasing down and killing a level 12 AD carry with a score of 0/22/3.

So, is AD (Advanced Position) still a female police officer...?

One slap and you'd owe two vials of blood.

Pure numbers, pure enjoyment.

"You're done, right? Call me again for the next round."

Chen Mo picked up his clothes, drew his Phoenix Beak Dragon Fang Halberd, and turned to the referee who was standing there dumbfounded.

"Okay, okay..."

The referee smoothed his hair, which had been blown back by the shockwave, and nodded blankly at Chen Mo.

It wasn't until then that the surrounding audience and commentators realized what was happening.

The narrator blinked and quickly pulled up the footage recorded by the high-speed camera and replayed it.

The speed of combat between martial artists is too fast; ordinary people can only see sparks flashing and cannot see what is happening at all.

At this point, the high-speed camera played its proper role.

On the big screen, the battle between Chen Mo and Ruan Wenxiong was being played in 50x slow motion.

With the help of a high-speed camera, everyone finally understood how Nguyen Van Hung had been thrown out.

On the big screen, Chen Mo deflected the azure longsword with one hand, and then struck Ruan Wenxiong in the chest with his right fist without any fluctuation of qi or blood.

Then Nguyen Van Hung flew out like a rag bag.

"Pure power... No wonder he's called 'Ferocious Beast' Chen Mo. This monstrous strength is something no level six martial artist can withstand!"

The commentator didn't know how to ease the awkwardness, so he could only try to praise Chen Mo.

Let's also pray that the next match starts soon.