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

After losing the possibility of receiving a bye, the organizing committee completely let loose and directly released the list of sixteen teams to be eliminated in the round of 8.

As everyone expected, the four strongest teams did not face each other.

The tournament committee's meaning is clear: the best dish is always served last, which is in the best interest of the World Youth Championship.

As expected, the results of the round of 16 were as follows: the Northern Federation, New America, Sunset Empire, and Great Xia all advanced.

Chen Mo successfully defeated five opponents in a row, and New America did the same.

One of the Northern Federation's players was injured, and the match was ultimately won by captain Calivell.

Sunset Empire's tactics were very simple: keep Joseph on the bench and let the other four members handle the battle.

Despite the vast difference in strength, the Sunset Empire successfully advanced.

As for the quarterfinals, there was no suspense. Chen Mo won the match with an absolute crushing advantage, once again putting on a great show of winning five consecutive matches.

In the individual competition, the same four familiar teams still stood at the end.

Northern Federation, New America, Sunset Empire, and Great Xia.

After today's event concludes, tomorrow will mark the final day of the individual competition, with the semifinals and finals both taking place on the same day.

...

At night, Joseph, as if he had no army, once again ran to the Rosalia Hotel.

"Tomorrow is the semi-finals and finals of the individual competition. Why aren't you going back to prepare properly and instead coming here?"

Chen Mo held a bowl of rice covered with braised pork and shoveled it down in two large mouthfuls.

"I'm hungry. I don't really like the food on Gran Island."

Joseph swallowed hard. It wasn't that he couldn't get used to the food on Gran Island, but rather that he couldn't eat anything else after eating the food that Chen Mo and the others had cooked.

After a period of further study, He Miao's culinary skills improved rapidly, like a rocket.

Tonight's twelve dishes and two kinds of slow-cooked soups were all made by He Miao in one day.

And it did not explode.

"Hey, if you're craving something, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush."

Gu Feng chuckled, picked up a bowl, and filled it to the brim with glistening rice.

"Eat up, there are twelve dishes, one more pair of chopsticks won't hurt."

Chen Mo nodded, indicating that Joseph could start eating.

"By the way, did you also receive the competition schedule from the organizing committee?"

Chen Mo asked a question while chewing on the soft and tender braised pork in his mouth.

"Received, we'll be placing an order for the Americas tomorrow."

Ever since Joseph ate the meal cooked by He Miao, he had completely forgotten all manners and etiquette.

The rice in your hand and the dishes in front of you are the most important things.

"New America, you still need to be careful of their life armor."

Out of concern for his friend, Chen Mo still mentioned this matter.

"Don't worry, my Lionheart Armor is no pushover either. Lions are carnivores."

Joseph was quite confident about the match. He believed that the people of New America were just weaklings who relied on technological power, and that true strength lay in their own strength.

"I don't know what they're researching that thing for. You can't go into the abyss, or you'll turn into an iron shell."

Gu Feng couldn't understand why New America would spend so much money and time researching something that wasn't very useful.

"Say less, if you don't understand, just shut up."

Chen Mo glared at Gu Feng; they were showing far too much knowledge about the Qi Blood Armor.

He contacted Chu Tianhua privately, and the old man hesitated for a long time before telling him his true thoughts.

Chu Tianhua has a private research project on controlling weapons using mental power.

That is, the weapons used by the five-color battle teams of Chu Chi and Chu Bai.

Through this principle, Chu Tianhua gradually figured out the combat methods of a mentalist.

That is telekinesis; the Qi and Blood Armor can be perfectly adapted to a mentalist after modification.

Therefore, this armor is actually more suitable for psychic classes, so that psychic classes don't have to hide in the back and act as healers.

Instead, she is a combat healer who can run to the front lines to fight.

Well, overall she's still a nanny...

However, these were all preliminary plans, and Chu Tianhua did not elaborate on the subsequent plans.

"Don't worry, I'll meet you in the final battle."

Joseph thought Chen Mo had stopped Gu Feng because he was afraid that he would underestimate his opponent, so he gave Chen Mo his signature smile.

"No matter how many times I see it, I still think that smile is so dazzling..."

Gu Feng covered his eyes dramatically, as if a sun was really shining in front of him.

With Joseph's involvement, the twelve dishes began to disappear at a very strange speed.

Joseph may not have eaten very fast, but he actually ate more than Gu Feng, who ate with his jaw agape.

Yang Zuo narrowed his eyes; he sensed a tremendous threat emanating from Joseph.

He usually handles the leftovers to ensure that no food is wasted.

Basically, it's just about eating from a big bowl and using a sieve; it's like being a human garbage can.

At this rate, his daily extra meals may have to be a thing of the past...

"Such a heavy atmosphere..."

Gu Feng swallowed the stir-fried shredded pork in his mouth and immediately noticed the exchange of glances between Yang Zuo and Joseph.

As the 'battle' intensified, the two began to eat rice and pick up food faster.

Chen Mo and the others were dumbfounded. These two were even using martial arts to get a meal?

No! Yang Zuo even used his Celestial Divine Power, his external avatar!

The battle was extremely fierce. Although Joseph was very strong, he was ultimately no match for the overwhelming force. In the end, the last piece of fatty braised pork ended up in Yang Zuo's mouth.

"I concede defeat."

Joseph put down his empty rice bowl and bowed to Yang Zuo, imitating the martial arts salute of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Hmph, you're still too young."

Yang Zuo's lips curled up slightly, and an aura of "mastery" emanated from him.

"The real essence isn't that bite of meat, but the broth left on the plate!"

"This is the best thing to eat with rice!"

Yang Zuo took out the inner pot of the rice cooker and poured the braised pork soup with a layer of oil on it into the pot.

"Wh-what!?"

Joseph stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, his face filled with disbelief.

"That's right, this is when rice tastes best!"

"Damn it, I still don't have enough experience!"

"..." Chen Mo and the others looked at Yang Zuo and Joseph speechlessly.

These are two idiots...

Those who knew them were having a meal, but those who didn't would have thought they had just gone through a fierce battle.

"Let's go, let's go. Leave the dishes here and the hotel staff will come and clean them up."

Chen Mo got up and rubbed his stomach. Should he try braised pork soup with rice next time?

It's a bit greasy, but it looks really delicious...