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

"Hello, are you contestant number 188, Chen Mo?"

The family had just put down their luggage when a staff member from the national competition knocked on the door and asked.

"What's up?"

Chen Mo opened the door, and the staff member handed him a gold card.

"Mr. Chen Mo, here is the schedule and important notes for the upcoming matches."

"Also, you can use the facilities and equipment in the sports center for free."

"We provide three meals a day in the cafeteria. If you don't like the food there, we can also provide you with the ingredients to cook for yourself."

"The organizing committee also provides each participant with three Qi and Blood Pills daily. Would you like some?"

The staff asked Chen Mo very politely, without showing any hostility because he came from a small city.

"Of course I need it, thank you for your hard work."

Since the other party was very polite, Chen Mo naturally wanted to be a polite person as well.

After nodding and accepting the gifts from the staff, Chen Mo returned to his room.

Turning around, Chen Mo saw Chen Li and Xu Liu sitting nervously on the stool, motionless.

"Dad, Mom, why don't you sit on the sofa?"

Chen Mo looked at the couple with some curiosity, then plopped down on the soft sofa.

"Son, we're a little nervous."

Chen Li rubbed his hands together; the man who had been the pillar of the family for over twenty years actually showed such an expression.

"What's there to be nervous about? Every contestant has a room like this."

Chen Mo was still puzzled. It was just a room; there was no need for this, was there?

"It's not about the room, it's just that I never imagined my son would be able to participate in a competition of this caliber one day."

Chen Li shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and pulled it out.

"My Chen family is really blessed; we should burn more paper money for them later."

"Alright, don't overthink it." Chen Mo chuckled, sat for a while, then got up and went into the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower and get some sleep; this journey has been exhausting."

After he finished speaking, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The three people in the living room exchanged glances and relaxed a bit.

"Mom, I actually started to get nervous just now."

Chen Yi chuckled self-deprecatingly; she had never been this nervous, not even when facing a level four abyss beast.

This is only the pre-competition preparation stage. Once the competition starts, she has no idea how nervous she will be.

"Alright, alright, look at you two, you're not even as good as me."

Xu Liu got up, patted Chen Yi's head, and comforted the father and daughter for a while.

"We should rest too. You must be exhausted after coming all the way from Harbin."

"Your dad and I didn't sleep a wink last night either. Let's get some rest and not disturb Xiao Mo."

Xu Liu was quite sensible; she took Chen Yi's hand and led her into the bedroom so the mother and daughter could have a private chat.

As for Chen Li, well, he's a grown man, so he can go to sleep.

Chen Li lay on the bed, feeling somewhat lonely, hugging the blanket like a lonely old man.

......

At 6 p.m., all four members of the Chen family got up after a good night's sleep, and they were all full of energy.

"Son! Time to eat!"

"I've been craving Peking duck from Yanjing for ages. Your dad's treating, let's go eat."

Chen Li grabbed the refreshed Chen Mo and started to walk out.

"Dad, the athletes cannot leave the sports center before the competition ends."

Chen Mo sighed. After taking a nap, Chen Li returned to his unreliable self.

"Oh right, I forgot about that." Chen Li slapped his forehead.

"Let's go, the cafeteria should prepare roast duck too."

Picking up his meal card, Chen Mo led his family to the cafeteria for lunch.

I got on the elevator, pressed the button for the third floor, and the elevator stopped quickly.

"..." Chen Mo and his family stared in disbelief at the incredibly luxurious restaurant in front of them.

"Wait a minute, wasn't it supposed to be the cafeteria?"

Chen Li looked around at the incredibly luxurious decor, his head full of questions.

"You're contestant number 188, Chen, right? This way, please."

A sharp-eyed waiter came over and led Chen Mo and his family to their seats.

"Don't be surprised, those who can participate in the national competition are all the cream of the crop. We will definitely provide you and your family with the best service."

The waiter handed over today's menu with a big smile.

"You can try Yanjing's signature roast duck, which we specially invited from Debangquan to roast by hand."

"The taste and texture are absolutely comparable to German pumps."

"Okay, let's start with three roast ducks, some mutton stew, three servings of tripe, and some fermented bean juice with stir-fried liver and braised pork..."

Since you're in Yanjing, don't worry about whether the food is good or not; experiencing the local specialties is the real deal.

A large table of dishes was quickly served, and Chen Mo's family began to enjoy their dinner in a joyful atmosphere.

Just as the family was enjoying their meal, a very discordant sound arose from the side.

"Ha, a bunch of country bumpkins, they really have no taste."

Chen Mo turned his head and saw a boy with slicked-back hair elegantly cutting the steak on his plate with a knife and fork.

"There are all kinds of idiots these days."

Chen Mo didn't take it seriously. He'd seen plenty of pretentious bourgeois guys like this; it was best to avoid running into him on the ring.

"Sure, eating a steak made him feel so superior."

As Chen Mo's older sister, Chen Yi's personality is naturally very similar to Chen Mo's.

Moreover, the two have one thing in common: they both have a sharp tongue.

"Look at his slicked-back appearance, like he just climbed off the bed of some old lady with steel wool."

"Seriously, you need to replenish your protein so you can continue serving his mother tonight, right?"

"Not necessarily, maybe his dad will have to help him poop tonight."

The siblings exchanged barrages of vulgar and offensive remarks, launching a relentless attack centered on the slick-haired man and using their parents as a benchmark.

"You!" When had that slick-back-haired man ever been insulted like that? Even his parents glared angrily at Chen Mo and Chen Yi.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Mo turned his head to look at the slick-back-haired man, and glanced at his health bar.

A level 3 martial artist has a maximum health of 6,100.

It turns out it's just a small, crispy piece of meat.

"Hmph, I won't stoop to your level."

The man with the slicked-back hair thought for a moment and then sat down. He wasn't so clueless as to cause trouble at a national competition like the National Games.

"Martial artists of level one or two from small cities like you are just stepping stones for us. You're probably just trash who can't even get past the first round."

Why should I argue with you?

"After all, you might not even be able to get off the stage and die on it."

"You!" Several contestants from nearby small cities stood up, but sat back down under the imposing gaze of the slick-back-haired man.

"You'd better not meet me in the ring, or I'll show you the difference between people."

"Right? You country bumpkin?"