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

After returning to the Da Xia team's bench, Lu Youwei got up and walked to Chen Mo's side.

"What? I held back, and no one was killed."

Chen Mo glanced at Lu Youwei standing in front of him and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No, I mean you can loosen up a bit more."

Lu Youwei shook his head; he could tell that Chen Mo had played somewhat "frustrated" in this match.

"The purpose of the World Youth Championship is to showcase national strength, and it also has a commercial aspect."

"You are free to use your martial arts skills to demonstrate your power to the world."

"I'm just saying it's best not to cause any deaths, not that you can't cause any deaths."

"Once you step into the ring, you are responsible for your own life and death. If you are beaten to death, you can only say that you are not strong enough."

"Let loose!"

Lu Youwei patted Chen Mo on the shoulder. This kid changed his fighting style because of something he said, and that was his fault.

"oh......"

Chen Mo nodded. So, could he start working on the steel now?

No, a single steel strike isn't big enough; it has to be my own fancy martial arts techniques.

"Let's make the next one a raging inferno."

Just as Chen Mo was pondering how to reach the level Lu Youwei had described, Gu Feng sat down with a large bucket of fries in his arms.

"What are you muttering about?"

"Nothing much, just thinking about how to play the next match."

Chen Mo shook his head. He couldn't very well say that he was thinking about how to act cool in the most stylish way, could he?

"Give me two bites of the fries."

"What, the next match?" Gu Feng handed his fries to Chen Mo, looking at him with some confusion.

"Is it the next arena match?"

Chen Mo turned to look at Gu Feng. What nonsense is this kid spouting?

"That's it, we've advanced directly to the next round."

Gu Feng took out the real-time schedule and pointed to the Great Xia team marked "Advanced".

"The organizers and spectators voted to let us advance directly, especially spectators from other Asian countries, who didn't want to face us."

"Those smaller countries might still manage to get a ranking in the team competition, so they're probably saving their strength for that."

"..." Chen Mo's face darkened. Who would do something like this in a serious competition?

"So, my next match will be a global free-for-all?"

However, Chen Mo was still quite looking forward to it, at least he could have some fun when facing those countries with a strong historical foundation.

There are also some powerful countries within the Asia Minor continent, such as the ones surrounding the Great Xia.

It's a pity they weren't willing to fight Chen Mo...

Anyway, through observation, Chen Mo was more interested in the players from New America and Sunset Empire.

Because they look very durable.

...

Unlike the cheerful atmosphere of the Great Xia team, the other national teams all had solemn expressions.

Especially the Sunset Empire, whose leader Garcia was pacing back and forth in the rest area with a furrowed brow.

"The situation is not optimistic. The strongest members of the Great Xia team are those two level eight martial artists, while Chen Mo is only a level six."

"If a level six expert is this terrifying, it's hard to imagine how strong the two level eight experts must be."

Garcia could never have imagined, or rather, no normal person could have imagined, that Chen Mo was actually the ace of the Great Xia team.

Their Sunset Empire has made extensive preparations for this World Youth Championship, and even Joseph, who has the bloodline of the Lionheart King, has taken to the field.

Furthermore, the World Youth Championships have no restrictions on the equipment of martial artists; even firearms are permitted.

However, no one was using firearms, and conventional firearms were almost ineffective against this group of martial artists.

"Don't worry, I'm here this time."

Joseph, with his magnificent blond hair, patted Garcia on the shoulder to comfort him.

"In order to provide a blood bath for a Grandmaster-level Abyss Beast, I asked my father to airlift the Lionheart Armor over."

"And the Lionheart Sword, I'm ready to face any opponent."

"With this equipment, I can even fight a level nine martial artist!"

"Joseph..." Garcia and Joseph's father were old acquaintances, practically brothers who had gone through thick and thin together.

Even so, he still felt very restrained when facing Joseph, who also had the blood of the Lionheart.

Joseph's natural kingly aura was intimidating, even though he was only twenty-two years old.

"Uncle Garcia, sometimes it's exciting to encounter a formidable opponent who is evenly matched with you."

Joseph sat down and looked at Garcia with a smile.

"Regardless of the outcome, I believe that Chen Mo and the Da Xia team are both worthy opponents of respect."

"I'm planning to meet them after today's match, do you want to come with me?"

"After all, I rarely meet peers who are so capable, so it's always good to have a couple more friends."

"Then you should be careful. I've heard that Chen Mo is a bit..."

Garcia wanted to remind Joseph of something, but Joseph interrupted him directly.

"It's inappropriate to gossip about someone who might become a friend. I will see for myself what kind of person they are."

"Don't worry, I don't think Chen Mo or my friends from the Da Xia team are bad people, not to mention I'm capable of protecting myself."

After saying these words, Joseph turned and left. His teammates had been defeated by Austria-Hungary, and now it was his turn to turn the tide.

As a knight with royal blood, this is the time for him to step onto the field!

"Your personality makes you too vulnerable to being taken advantage of..."

Garcia sighed. Joseph was a top-tier child, whether as a knight or a king.

It's just that his personality is a bit...

Too optimistic?