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

Simply put, a numerical monster led by four cheerleaders rampaged through the chaos.

This is the tactic of our Great Xia team! Do your T1 and T2 teams have such amazing tactics?

Just throw the captain onto the stage, and the team members can easily win the championship by simply watching the fun. Isn't that a brilliant tactic?

This is the strongest tactic ever seen!

At 10 p.m., the all-day competition to narrow down the field from 32 to 16 finally came to an end.

The individual competition's title defense system is quite time-consuming, and not all teams can achieve a crushing victory like Chen Mo and Joseph.

Especially in battles between evenly matched opponents, the fight often continues until one side is completely exhausted.

This resulted in the match ending very late.

Currently, only seventeen teams remain in the individual competition of the World Youth Championship.

Despite Geng Lianhu's threats against the competition committee's underhanded tactics, the committee still gave the Daxia team a bye in the first round of the qualifying matches.

This can be considered a chance for that unlucky guy who was supposed to face the Great Xia team, but it's unknown whether they seized it.

"Dean Geng, with their schedule, do I have a chance to play tomorrow?"

After witnessing those spectacular battles, Chen Mo's fighting spirit soared, and he couldn't wait to test his skills against those powerful opponents.

Let's see if his stats are stronger or their skills are stronger.

Of course, no matter how you look at it, it's all about the collision between effort and sweat.

"There should be a chance tomorrow, but those bastards will probably put you on the weaker team; they'll definitely save the strong teams for last."

"Unless one of them pulls off an upset and advances, it's always the same few teams that make the cut every year."

Geng Lianhu sighed. The competition committee had already made the biggest concession, at least arranging a match for Chen Mo.

"Hey, you don't need to keep a low profile when you go on stage tomorrow."

Geng Lianhu waved to Chen Mo, and Chen Mo sat down next to him.

"Unleash the full power of your golden bones and let the whole world see your existence."

"This is actually safer than hiding, and it will also enhance the prestige of Great Xia and Great Xia Grandmaster Academy."

"The only ones who will be under pressure are the Grandmaster Academy and the higher-ups. They'll probably keep a close eye on you, afraid that you'll be poached by other countries."

"You'll receive even more resources in the future."

Geng Lianhu chuckled twice. The old dean wouldn't mind him discussing some private matters with someone who was destined to become a grandmaster or higher.

"Should I just kill them both outright? It's not satisfying to keep holding back."

Chen Mo grinned. Geng Lianhu had really hit the nail on the head. How could he not show off on such a big occasion?

How is this any different from wearing fine clothes in the dark?

He felt itchy all over if he didn't take out his golden bones for a walk.

"Let's not kill anyone for now. If we really encounter an opponent who can put pressure on us, it's not too late to take him down then."

Geng Lianhu is not averse to killing; which martial artist hasn't killed someone in the arena?

But Chen Mo is different.

As the dean, he knew all too well how destructive this kid was.

Even without using his full strength, this kid could blow up a level seven martial artist with just a punch using only three-tenths of his power.

An eighth-level martial artist can only deliver a brute-force blow without using martial arts techniques. A ninth-level martial artist might need to exert more effort, but it's still just a matter of throwing a couple more punches.

This doesn't even include the destructive power he generates after using his weapons...

Geng Lianhu suddenly opened his eyes and looked Chen Mo up and down.

"You brat, you've only been at the Grandmaster Academy for two months since September, and your strength has increased way too fast!"

"Especially your vitality, it's frighteningly strong..."

Geng Lianhu suddenly had a rather unrealistic guess.

Could this kid be some ancient monster resurrected?

Otherwise, how could someone with the terrifying strength of a level six fighting against a level nine?

"No, it just goes up as you practice."

Chen Mo scratched his face; he hadn't been putting in his full effort lately.

Given enough time, he should be able to become invincible in the abyss before emerging.

"..." Geng Lianhu was furious no matter how he heard him say that, but he was helpless because the other person was telling the truth.

"Alright, alright, stop showing off in front of me. Remember to make a good impression tomorrow, and try not to kill the other side."

Geng Lianhu impatiently chased Chen Mo away, then sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette.

"I haven't touched this stuff in ages. It's all that old bastard Vladimir's fault for getting my smoking habit back."

"Exceptional talent combined with enough hard work ultimately created this kid, Chen Mo..."

......

The following morning, the contestants found their spots just like the day before.

When the names of the teams started scrolling across the big screen, they knew the draw had begun.

Apart from Chen Mo and Geng Lianhu, everyone else believed that the Da Xia team would still be outside the rotation this time.

Unfortunately, the result left the contestants extremely disappointed, while the audience was incredibly excited.

The first match on the big screen was between the Great Xia team and the Gallic Parliament, while the Sunset Empire got a bye this time.

Hearing the cheers of those around them, the leader and members of the Gallic Parliament looked ashen-faced, knowing that they would have little chance of defeating the Great Xia team.

"At least we can't afford to be defeated in a five-on-one fight; we must beat Chen Mo."

"I actually know a bit about the Great Xia team. The girl on their team named He Miao is a mentalist and has no combat ability whatsoever."

"The strongest among them are Gu Feng of the Gu family and Yang Zuo of the Celestial Race."

"But Chen Mo and Ma Wanglin are only level six martial artists, so they can still be defeated."

"Don't underestimate the contestants sent by Great Xia. Don't be fooled by the fact that they are only level six martial artists; their combat strength is probably comparable to that of level seven martial artists."

"Peggy, Blair, you two go first and test Chen Mo's abilities with all your might."

"Remember, we are a team. Aldridge can ultimately reap the rewards, but your groundwork beforehand is essential."

The two brown-haired youths nodded. Both of them were level seven martial artists, so they wouldn't embarrass themselves like Nan Yue when facing Chen Mo.

"Understood, team leader."

"Alright, get ready!"

The leader patted Peggy on the shoulder, and Peggy put on her full plate armor and picked up her knight's sword.

His plate armor weighed 220 kilograms and was made entirely of Grade A alloy, making it incredibly strong in terms of defense.

Peggy didn't really take the team leader's words to heart.

He's just a level six martial artist; he only appears exceptionally powerful because Nan Yue is so weak.

But if it were in front of him...

Peggy narrowed her eyes, looking at Chen Mo, who was sitting in a chair opposite the ring.