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

"From now on, I'll count down from three. If you crawl out of the ring, I'll spare your life."

Chen Mo extended three fingers, and waves of pale golden light enveloped his body.

"What is this now!?" Grand Duke Vladimir was dumbfounded. Just how many tricks did Chen Mo have up his sleeve?

"Tsk..." Yang Zuo shuddered. He always felt a chill run down his spine whenever he saw Chen Mo glowing.

"Dean Geng..." Lu Youwei and Grand Duke Vladimir had similar reactions. He couldn't understand why an eighteen-year-old boy would have so many abilities.

Could they all be mutations?

This is unreasonable!

"They're talking so much, just watch carefully."

Geng Lianhu chuckled, though he himself had no idea what Chen Mo was up to.

On the ring, the referee hesitated whether to announce the end of the match.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't quite dare...

"three."

"Oh, Professor, help me!"

Lawrence was no longer the arrogant man he once was; his severely burned face was covered in snot and tears.

It has to be said that the vitality of an eighth-level martial artist is really strong; even in this state, they can still shed tears and snot.

Having lost both legs and suffering severe burns, he had no strength left to escape the ring.

This arena is quite large; given Lawrence's current condition, it's impossible for him to escape within three seconds.

Chu Tianliao remained unmoved by Lawrence's pleas for help; he only wanted to see what the golden light on Chen Mo's body was.

The energy he felt was neither qi and blood nor any known type of energy.

It is even less likely that it is a metal-type blood and qi similar to Joseph's.

"two!"

The golden light emanating from Chen Mo grew increasingly dazzling, even turning his hair gold.

Everyone held their breath, eager to see what other tricks Chen Mo had up his sleeve!

"I am the second son of the Jessie family. If I die, you..."

Lawrence had a momentary lapse of judgment; he actually tried to use his family to threaten Chen Mo.

Chen Mo has more grandmasters behind him than his entire family combined; any one of them could easily take on three opponents at once...

"I'll give you money, I can give you a lot of money!"

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you anything you want!"

"one!"

Chen Mo wouldn't show any mercy at a time like this.

He's not a bloodthirsty person, but keeping this kind of thing around will only disgust him!

Not to mention, it's been a long time since he's had the chance to unleash his full power and have some fun!

A deliberate, deliberate punch!

A burst of golden, violent energy erupted before everyone's eyes, transforming into a ferocious beast head that instantly devoured Lawrence.

Not only Lawrence, but even the supergravity metal within the skill's range was reduced to ashes by the deliberate punch's true damage.

True damage, pure damage that ignores all defense!

[Dealts 78006850 points of true damage!]

With the blessing of Steel Blood, Chen Mo's attack power successfully broke through the 900,000 mark.

Based on his current stats, once Chen Mo has accumulated enough Heroic Spirit points, his highest damage per punch could reach 78 million!

In other words, one punch from him could kill seven and a half of himself...

Not to mention the barely alive Little Lawrence.

When the golden light faded, everyone could finally see the terrible state of things on the arena.

Lawrence's figure had disappeared, leaving only a charred shadow on the relatively intact arena.

As for the arena made of supergravity metal, a deep chasm appeared in everyone's eyes.

"..."

The entire venue fell silent, even the incessantly chattering commentator quieted down.

"Where is Lawrence?"

The commentator swallowed hard, and after searching for a while, finally found a charred shadow that still looked somewhat human at the edge of the ravine...

"Lorence was vaporized by that punch..."

Chu Tianliao let out a long breath. Chen Mo was a genius martial artist full of secrets whom he had never seen before.

However... since the Great Xia Dynasty can tolerate Chen Mo, it means that there is nothing wrong with the child himself.

Where do all these violent moves of his come from? They can't all be mutations, can they?

If Chu Tianhua were here right now, he would definitely say without hesitation that this is a masterpiece created by the combination of spiritual power and blood energy.

That's right. Although the two brothers have some differences, their personalities are generally the same.

Stubborn, obstinate, and inflexible, she only thinks that what she says is right and that everyone else is talking nonsense.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the power of that punch is enough to kill an eleventh-level martial artist..."

Geng Lianhu narrowed his eyes. Just how strong was this kid Chen Mo?

Surely they won't be able to completely dominate you in a few days, right?

These geniuses are something this old man really envies.

After a long while, scattered applause gradually began to ring out in the arena.

It was only after Lu Youwei reminded the people accompanying the Great Xia that they realized what was happening.

After the first person applauded, the second and the third followed.

Soon, the entire stadium erupted in applause and cheers like a tsunami.

As for the dead Lawrence?

Nobody cares; every year, how many talented martial artists die in the World Youth Championship?

"I have countless words in my heart to describe this battle."

The commentator also recovered from his shock and stood up very solemnly.

"However, the visual feast that contestant Chen Mo brought us can only be described in one word!"

"That's it! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Even with space-based weapons, that shameless Lawrence is still no match for Chen Mo."

"The Death Eye high-energy laser, capable of destroying everything, was easily neutralized by Chen Mo as if he were taking a sunbath."

"That's right! Let him taste what it's like to be cooked by a space-based weapon!"

Driven by the commentator's emotional appeal, all the spectators and eliminated contestants in the arena began chanting the same name.

"Chen Mo! Chen Mo! Chen Mo!"

Not only at the scene, but everywhere except for a huge manor in New America, people were calling out Chen Mo's name.

This battle was truly spectacular; Chen Mo's combat prowess was far beyond that of a mere level six...

That's right! Chen Mo is only a level six martial artist!

Many people noticed this incident at this time, and high-ranking officials from many countries took action.

He easily defeated Lawrence, who was wearing Qi and Blood Armor and whose true strength was comparable to the late stage of level nine, with only a level six cultivation level.

This kind of martial artist with extraordinary combat talent...

No, this is a once-in-a-millennium event!

They will spare no effort to bring Chen Mo to their home.

But considering the group of mad dog grandmasters in Great Xia... it's better to restrain yourself and secretly bribe Chen Mo instead.