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

After flying two kilometers, Ma Wanglin landed with Gu Feng and He Miao.

"Why are they setting off fireworks over there?"

Gu Feng squinted at the direction where Chen Mo was, and almost every second a large red firework exploded.

"You might not have Yang Zuo's snake-scented nose, but you must have snake-eyed eyes, right? Why don't you open them and take a look?"

Ma Wanglin was speechless. She could smell the strong stench of blood even against the wind. Had Gu Feng really lost his mind due to blood rushing to his head?

"Oh right, I forgot about that."

Gu Feng slapped his forehead, intending to activate his Serpent Eyes, but a figure swiftly attacked them the next moment.

"Is that Chen Mo?"

After activating his Serpent Eyes, Gu Feng gained infrared vision and immediately recognized the figure rushing towards him.

"It's only been about two minutes since we took off, and... everyone's dead?"

Although Gu Feng was well aware of Chen Mo's strength, Chen Mo was still one of the more than one hundred fourth-level martial artists.

Even killing a chicken wouldn't be this fast.

"How's it going? Have you made contact with the Western Frontier Military Headquarters?"

Chen Mo slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of them, his gaze passing over Gu Feng and the other two to look at He Miao.

"We've made contact. They're sending their warrior army over; they should arrive in about ten minutes."

He Miao took off her full-coverage helmet and turned to look at Chen Mo.

"The military's intention is to seal off this area first to prevent the cult fighters from taking advantage of the chaos to escape and cause panic in other areas."

"Wait a minute!"

Gu Feng blocked the two of them, looking Chen Mo up and down, who was completely unharmed.

"Those hundred-plus people are all dead?"

"Yeah, they're all dead." Chen Mo nodded and shoved Gu Feng aside.

"Holy crap..."

Gu Feng was dumbfounded. He probably wouldn't even last one move against Chen Mo; he'd probably be slapped to death.

What's going on? It feels like things are developing more and more beyond his expectations.

Why am I getting worse and worse even though I'm still one level away from level 1?

No, it's not that he's gotten weak; it's that Chen Mo is getting stronger way too fast.

It changes almost every day!

Gu Feng glanced back at Chen Mo. Why did he feel that Chen Mo even had the ability to kill a Grandmaster?

"Are ancient martial artists really that powerful?"

"Isn't that a bit unreasonable...?"

"Tell the military that this entire desert is the body of the Archbishop of the Abyss Church in the Northwest, and tell them to bring enough men."

Chen Mo waved to He Miao, and the little girl ran over obediently.

"I took a quick look and it seems that the headquarters of the Abyss Cult is not on the ground; there is a natural underground cave here."

"Those beasts are hiding in underground caves. To catch them all in one fell swoop, we need to first determine the exact size and location of the underground caves."

"Okay, I understand."

He Miao nodded. She was somewhat surprised that Chen Mo had grasped so much information in just two minutes.

Is her role as an information provider becoming less and less important...?

Eight minutes later, a super-giant transport plane appeared above Chen Mo and his group.

One after another, warriors from the martial arts army descended from the sky, each using military techniques to land steadily on the ground.

"That's the benefit of channeling your Qi and blood outwards..."

The military has sent at least three hundred top-level fourth-grade martial artists and two thousand mid-level fourth-grade martial artists this time.

But these were just the vanguard; the main force was already on its way in military vehicles.

"It's a good thing we're an airborne unit. If we were riding in those bastards' trucks, I doubt I'd have the energy to fight by the time we got there."

As soon as the group of crew-cut men landed, they couldn't help but marvel at how wise their decision to parachute in was.

Those bastards in the motor transport unit drive like crazy, yet they can drive gently even when hauling pigs or vegetables.

But once their comrades get in the car, they transform into super beasts, wishing they could stomp the gas pedal into the tank.

They also have a high-sounding but utter nonsense:

"The cabbages you pull will get bruised and battered, the pigs will get carsick, but my comrades, these strong warriors with steely wills, can fall or fly off and still run back on their own."

"Line up!"

A level 12 martial artist, who was also the brigade commander of the airborne brigade, stepped forward. After a loud shout, the crew-cut men all stood up straight.

"Hello, Chen. I am the commander of the airborne brigade of the Northwest Military Region. You can call me Kong Dexian."

Kong Dexian looked like the kind of person who rarely smiled, and he extended his hand to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo nodded, and the two shook hands after a series of "friendly" greetings.

"Begin setting up isolation measures immediately, and utilize all the new equipment brought by the Mountain City Research Center!"

"We must not let our guard down; this matter concerns the safety of the people and the stability of the country!"

"yes!"

The soldiers, who had just been chatting and laughing, suddenly became serious and began to set up an instrument that Chen Mo had never seen before.

"Commander Kong, your name suggests you might be a direct descendant of the Kong family?"

Gu Feng paused for a moment after hearing Kong Dexian's name, then quickly went over and asked.

"That's right, I am a direct descendant of the Confucius family."

Kong Dexian did not hide his background.

There is a family in Dongshan Province whose ancestor was Confucius in ancient times.

Unlike the Confucius that Chen Mo understood, this Confucius family, although they also "win people over with virtue", had a different kind of "virtue" than Chen Mo's.

The Kong family of Dongshan has a unique skill called "Lunyu" (抡语), which, when mastered, allows the practitioner to use their muscles to squeeze out the character "De" (德) on their back.

This is the origin of the Confucian family's principle of winning people over with virtue.

To put it bluntly, that "swinging" means punching you until you're bruised and battered...

"No wonder, Commander Kong, I could feel your virtuous aura the moment you landed."

Gu Feng suddenly realized that his feeling was indeed correct.

"Well, I have a favor to ask."

Gu Feng was a little hesitant. Compared to the Kong family, their Gu family was practically no different from a toddler.

"you say."

Kong Dexian seemed to have guessed what Gu Feng wanted to do.

"May I see your speech?"

"sure."

Without hesitation, Kong Dexian unleashed his full power, and a ferocious-looking character "德" appeared on his back.

"...?"

Chen Mo was dumbfounded. Was this the virtue of winning people over with virtue?