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

"Does this mean... the three elders were Chen Mo's support during the World Youth Championships?"

Everyone was stunned once again. When did these three personally offer to protect someone?

Good heavens, is there anything more magical than the three elders personally guaranteeing someone's safety?

Any one of these three is an incredibly powerful being, and there are even rumors that the three elders are immortals from ancient times!

However, aside from the calamity of national destruction, the three elders rarely take action, so no one has ever truly seen what they look like or how powerful they are.

"That's right, that's what the three elders meant."

The staff member nodded; he was now starting to envy Chen Mo.

Even if the three veterans stop paying attention to Chen Mo after the World Youth Championship, Chen Mo's future path is still smooth.

If he wanted to pursue a career in politics, he would probably be offered countless opportunities.

Those were the Three Elders, the pinnacle of power in the entire Great Xia Dynasty...

Ring ring~

Just as everyone was surprised that Chen Mo could attract the attention of the three elders, the private machine belonging to the Gaul Parliament sounded.

"Hello."

Although the three elders had given instructions, they still maintained a "good" attitude towards the outside world.

"Yes, we saw it, and we're following the game."

"Sorry, we can't help you with that."

The staff member's expression gradually changed from a smile to a grimace, and veins even bulged on his forehead.

"The Three Elders? Who are you to even try to contact the Three Elders?"

"I'm putting my words here. If you're so tough, then kill Chen Mo and see if the three elders will come to your shitty place and cause a big mess."

"Huh? I'm threatening you?"

"I'm threatening you, so what!"

"Complain about me? Get lost! Go complain wherever you want, if you're so great, fire me!"

"I'm doing this on official orders, so you'd better keep it to yourself!"

With a muffled bang, the staff member hung up the phone with the French parliament.

"So good..." He sighed. So this is what it feels like to have someone backing you up.

Would you call this a case of someone borrowing someone else's power?

......

On Gran Island, in the middle of the race.

Blair, who was the second to appear, was pale-faced. He had personally witnessed how Peggy was almost killed by Chen Mo with a single punch.

That was plate armor made of Grade A alloy, but it was no different from a shrimp chip in front of Chen Mo; it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Is this guy really a level six martial artist? Why does he feel like he's facing a level four martial artist, or even a grandmaster?

"After the judges' assessment, Chen Mo is indeed a level six martial artist, but his overall qualities are stronger and his body has undergone some mutations."

"He is indeed eighteen years old, much younger than the other contestants."

"The organizing committee will uphold the principles of fairness, impartiality, and transparency in hosting each World Junior Championships. All participants can rest assured!"

The shock Chen Mo brought was so great that many people suspected that Chen Mo was hiding his age.

The organizing committee's words were almost like pointing fingers and scolding those people. Aren't you ashamed that a group of 30-year-old youths are no match for an 18-year-old teenager?

You have the nerve to come and complain to me?

Was living those extra ten years or so a waste?

Although the translation is a bit crude, that's roughly the gist of it.

After hearing the organizing committee's clarification, Blair felt even more desperate.

Is this monster really only level six?

He seems even stronger than those two level-eight aces in the team...

In the contestant's seat, Joseph's eyes shone as he watched Chen Mo on the ring.

There was a time when he imagined himself in such a spirited and ambitious state.

Unfortunately, countless eyes were watching the Lionheart family, and his father was watching him too; he had to restrain his every word and action.

"Is this freedom...?"

Joseph gripped his greatsword tightly, wishing he could be as free as Chen Mo.

However... it's also a pleasant thing to be able to compete against such a free person in the ring.

"I hope we can meet in the ring."

...

"What the hell are you doing? Stop trembling and get on stage to die!"

Chen Mo looked at Blair, who was dawdling and unwilling to go up on stage, grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up from below.

"I...I...I..."

Blair looked up at Chen Mo in front of him and unknowingly learned the art of clapper talk.

"Both players, take your positions!"

The referee saw Blair "walk" onto the ring and stood at the edge of the ring, shouting loudly.

"No, no, no, no! I wasn't prepared..."

"On your marks!"

"preparation!"

"start!"

After the crisp whistle, Blair felt a large hand descend from the sky and land on his face.

Then he felt an irresistible, terrifying force spread throughout his body, and his vision went black as he lost consciousness.

Chen Mo's right arm swelled instantly, and blood vessels coiled beneath his skin like venomous snakes.

Blair was thrown into the sky by Chen Mo like a lead ball, and eventually disappeared from everyone's sight.

A level six martial artist generally won't die from a fall; at most, they'll be seriously injured.

"Blair is out of bounds! Chen Mo wins this match!"

This dramatic scene left the commentator speechless, completely stunned.

"Go on, next one!"

Chen Mo glared fiercely at the Gallic Parliament delegation, staring at the two strongest level-eight martial artists in the team.

"We acknowledge..."

The team leader stepped forward to admit defeat, but was held down by one of the two level-eight martial artists.

"I'll do it."

This level eight martial artist is named Leisen, the eldest son of the new generation of the Glorious Knight family.

He could no longer allow Chen Mo to insult Gaul; if he admitted defeat now, it would be a disgrace for the rest of his life.

"Is your limit to beat a level 7 player when you're at level 6?"

Leisen stepped onto the ring, his blood and energy as hot as magma.

"Don't think your mutated steel bones can scare me. The difference between level eight and level six is ​​beyond your imagination!"

"This guy's dead meat..." Gu Feng curled his lips. He had always watched Chen Mo show off, and this was the first time he had ever seen anyone show off in front of Chen Mo.

Aside from those few grandmasters, Chen Mo was truly no match for them; they would utterly humiliate him...

"He's definitely doomed," Chen Mo said, laughing in exasperation.

Ma Wanglin nodded and took out her phone to record the wonderful moment.

On stage, Chen Mo chuckled after a two-second pause.

Ma Wanglin was right; Chen Mo was so angry at the big, silly guy's words that he laughed.