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

Gilmusa Town was once an important border town of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Since the appearance of the abyss rift, the Great Xia has shrunk as a whole, and the residents of Gilmusa have also moved to the inland areas.

The entire town of Gilmusa has only a few thousand people left, and they are all elderly people who are unwilling to leave their homeland.

Of course, this all happened almost a hundred years ago, and the town of Gilmusa is now a desolate wasteland.

"Young men, what are you doing here?"

An old man with a thick cumin accent squinted; his town hadn't seen any young people for many years.

"Grandpa, this town of Gilmusa is deserted. Why didn't you go live inland with your children?"

Chen Mo glanced at the old man's health points; he was just an ordinary person.

"I remember that the authorities allocated housing and houses to the residents of Gilmusa Town, and those under sixty were also assigned jobs."

"Yes, but I've spent my whole life in Gilmusa, how can I bear to leave here..."

The old man sighed and casually pulled out a naan bread from under the white cloth behind him.

"Come on, have a taste. This onion naan is something I've made my whole life."

"You are rare guests, so we won't charge you."

Chen Mo took the icy-cold onion naan and took a bite with a smile.

"Sir, your naan is quite good, but do you know you're already dead?"

"These naan breads can even be used as shields."

"Dead?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then his hands turned into sand and fell to the ground.

"Hehehe, there's definitely something strange about you."

A shrill laugh rang out, and a pair of dark, hollow eyes appeared in the sandstorm.

"I stole this sand golem from a Grandmaster-level beast king, yet you, a mere Level 7 martial artist, were able to see through it at a glance."

"However, you won't find me; this entire desert could be me."

"Otherwise, why do you think those heretics didn't come sooner...?"

Before the archbishop of the Northwest region could finish speaking, Chen Mo stomped on his eyes and smashed them.

"You talk too much. I lost a Grandmaster title last time because I talked too much..."

Having learned his lesson from last time, Chen Mo will never again waste a single word on his opponents.

If you're going to do it, then do it; once it's done, then disperse.

"What does he mean by that? Does he mean this entire desert belongs to him?"

Gu Feng swallowed hard. He watched as the town of Gilmusa was transformed from an ordinary town into ruins.

In other words, they fell victim to some of the tactics employed by the Archbishop of the Northwest from the moment they entered.

"That's right, this entire desert belongs to him."

Chen Mo nodded; he could already see the health bars above the desert.

It has 2.6 billion health points, 37 million attack power, and 0 defense points.

Indeed, he merged himself into the desert, and he would not die as long as the desert was not destroyed.

However, Chen Mo's cycle of reincarnation could select him, but the distance was not enough.

It seems that we need to find his core to drag him into the cycle of reincarnation.

"But since you're here, don't leave..."

"Do you really think my Abyss Sect has no one left, allowing you fourth-tier martial artists to humiliate us?"

The shrill voice rang out again, and several whirlpools appeared in the surrounding sand. At least a hundred Abyss Cult cultists wielding curved swords appeared around Chen Mo and his companions.

"He Miao, notify the Western Frontier Military Headquarters that the verification is complete and they are ready to take action."

Chen Mo twisted his neck. "You can get back the attributes I lost from you cultists!"

"Chen Mo, these are all mid-level fourth-grade martial artists, there are far too many of them!"

Gu Feng swallowed hard, and the group's formation began to slowly shrink.

"Ma Wanglin, does your feathered serpent form allow you to fly?"

Chen Mo was quite excited. After stacking steel hundreds of times, his attributes would once again experience a qualitative leap.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Ma Wanglin nodded. Could it be that Chen Mo wanted her to lead the group away?

"You few go now to meet up with the people from the Western Frontier Military Headquarters. I'll deal with these insects."

Chen Mo's smile was sinister; he now loathed these damned cultists.

"But..."

Ma Wanglin hesitated for only a second before nodding, immediately activating her Feathered Serpent Transformation to grab Gu Feng and He Miao and fly into the sky.

"Wait a minute, if Ma Wanglin can fly, why did I have to make a hard landing just now...?"

Chen Mo scratched his head. It seemed that Ma Wanglin couldn't catch up with that speed, after all, they were only two hundred meters away from the ground.

"Whatever, who cares?"

"Let's enjoy the steel-stacking first!"

The pitch-black ghost armor instantly enveloped Chen Mo's entire body, transforming the once handsome young man into a ferocious beast.

With Perfect Steel Blood activated instantly, Chen Mo's speed increased to 155 meters per second.

With the added speed, Chen Mo's punch became even more terrifying.

Before the cultists, who were at the middle-level fourth rank, could react, a monster covered in ghost armor appeared in front of them.

Instinctively, he raised the long sword in his hand, unleashing all his blood and energy to slash at Chen Mo.

"Such a weak strike!"

Amidst a series of ringing sounds, the classic line from the founder of the "5A-level combo" echoed in Chen Mo's mind.

The moment the Heart Steel Charged Attack indicator appeared, Chen Mo delivered a simple and unadorned punch.

when!

A crisp, pleasant sound rang out, and a long-lost feeling of exhilaration spread throughout Chen Mo's body.

[Dealts 7903383 damage, permanently increases maximum health by 948405!]

The level eight martial artist who took Chen Mo's punch exploded instantly, turning into a dazzling firework of flesh and blood.

"Come on, babies, let's continue!"

The cult fighters stared wide-eyed. An eighth-level martial artist had just been blown to bits with a single punch?!

The death of their companion did not frighten the cult fighters; instead, it made them even more frenzied.

They unleashed their inner energy and used all sorts of desperate moves, but they had no effect on Chen Mo except to create sparks.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, took down the children with a single punch, each punch producing a crisp sound.

As these sounds rang out, Chen Mo's health points rapidly increased.

One hundred and thirteen mid-level fourth-grade martial artists only managed to hold off Chen Mo for two and a half minutes.

In those two and a half minutes, Chen Mo's health points increased several times over.

Chen Mo tossed the pieces of flesh aside and laughed as he looked at his life points, which had increased by over 100 million.

Name: Chen Mo

【HP: 173341711】

Attack Power: 3906614

Defense: 733265

Attack Speed ​​Bonus: 113%

"One hundred million, huh? One punch should be enough to kill a grandmaster, right?"

Chen Mo's smile was chilling; he was practically going crazy wanting to absorb the attributes of a Grandmaster.

I roughly calculated that the maximum damage of the Deliberate Strike Fist could reach more than a hundred times his current health, which is 10 billion damage per punch.

This is even more powerful than PDD's 10 billion yuan subsidy; this is real damage.

"Grandmaster, Grandmaster, please come quickly! I can't wait!"

Chen Mo rubbed his hands together, staring intently at the massive 2.6 billion health bar in the distance.