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

"Damn it..." Chen Mo was so angry he laughed. Who gave him the courage to mock him?

Just as Chen Mo was about to get up and give him a 'steel' (a slang term for a punch), the loudspeaker above his head suddenly blared.

Attention all players! The list of participants for the first round of the preliminary rounds has been released. Please check your inbox.

"To reiterate, all contestants, the list of participants for the first round of the arena qualifiers has been released. Please check your inbox."

Chen Mo glanced at the slicked-back-haired man, then sat down and opened his phone to search for his own name.

Soon, the slick-haired man on the other side of the table clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"A level two martial artist is really boring."

"No matter who number 188 is, he's unlucky to have fallen into my hands."

The man with the slicked-back hair clenched his fist, making a cracking sound.

"Indeed, what bad luck to run into trash." Chen Mo sneered and revealed his player number.

"Zhao Peinan, a level three martial artist, is from Hangzhou."

"I'm number 188, let's meet in the ring."

"You're really unlucky." Zhao Peinan's tone was full of hostility, clearly indicating that he intended to use a ruthless attack in the arena.

"You'd better admit defeat as soon as you get on stage, or I'll definitely cut you into three pieces."

"True skill isn't about empty talk; let's see who's better in the ring." Chen Mo grinned, hoping the other could withstand his punch.

The restaurant's atmosphere gradually shifted from harmonious to tense, with most people identifying their opponents for the next two days.

The contestants from smaller cities all looked gloomy, but some of them had a radiant glow on their faces.

While enjoying the crispy duck skin, Chen Mo learned about the competition format of this year's national competition.

There are 240 participants in this national competition, and the preliminary rounds will begin on the 24th.

Apart from the twenty seeded players, the remaining 220 players will compete in the preliminary rounds for a spot in the next round of the tournament.

The weaker the player, the more matches they need to play. Only players who rank in the top 44 can participate in the next round of the tournament.

After a preliminary round, at most 44 people will be able to compete for the final championship, plus 20 seeded players, for a total of 64 people.

The competition format is quite brutal; most people are lucky if they can win even one match.

The entire preliminary rounds will be broadcast live, allowing people across the country and even the world to witness this brutal competition.

"Xiao Mo, that person should be a level three martial artist. Are you really confident you can beat him?"

Chen Yi frowned. As a level three martial artist, she was well aware of the vast gap between level two and level three martial artists.

In terms of total Qi and Blood alone, a Level 3 martial artist is about ten times more powerful than a Level 2 martial artist.

"Don't worry, if I can't kill him with one punch, I'll die."

Chen Mo grinned. Without considering the intentional punch, his maximum damage was 6640.

In other words, after he punched Zhao Peinan, Zhao Peinan still owed him 500 blood.

"Just keep that in mind. Don't forget to practice what I gave you these next couple of days."

Chen Yi nodded. She could tell that Zhao Peinan had just broken through to the third level of martial artist, but his combat power was not comparable to that of a second level martial artist.

"I know, I definitely won't forget."

Chen Mo nodded; he was already itching to get started.

Chen Li and Xu Liu looked at Chen Mo with some concern.

As ordinary people, they simply cannot comprehend the difference between martial artists.

All they could do was cheer for Chen Mo and not hold him back.

In a tense atmosphere, what was supposed to be a wonderful dinner quickly came to an end.

Back in his suite, Chen Mo immediately began practicing the Blood Burning Body technique.

As for the tortoise breathing method?

Only cowards would practice something like that; Chen Mo has absolutely no use for it.

He only needs to use the most extreme values ​​to instantly kill everything.

......

The National Youth Prodigy Championship officially kicked off today, June 24th.

Around the entire Yanjing First Sports Center, countless people waved national flags and cheered for these outstanding athletes.

Fireworks exploded almost continuously over the Yanjing No. 1 Sports Center.

Two SUVs and three buses from Taizhou were parked in the parking lot last night, waiting for this moment.

More than a hundred people carrying various props for cheering and shouting entered the audience area. They even specially ordered a Taizhou City flag and a Chen character flag.

The most exaggerated one was Xiao Qifeng, who had a red ribbon tied around his forehead, was carrying a pair of drumsticks, and had an oversized cowhide drum in front of him.

"Have you memorized all the slogans we've used in training these past two days?"

Xiao Qifeng shouted to the cheerleaders behind him.

"This is the strongest genius in Taizhou's history; we absolutely cannot let our momentum be inferior to that of other cities!"

"Do you understand?"

"Got it!" The cheerleading squad, mostly composed of students, shouted loudly, all of them full of enthusiasm.

Although they couldn't go on stage to compete, cheering for Taizhou Star made them incredibly excited.

"Xiao Yi, hold Mom's hand a little tighter, my heart isn't feeling well..."

Xu Liu kept taking deep breaths; she was so nervous that her whole body was trembling.

"It's okay, Mom, Xiao Mo will definitely be fine!"

Chen Yi was also extremely nervous. She glanced at the list of contestants and found that, apart from the top seeded players who were kept secret, many of the other geniuses from big cities were even stronger than her.

"Keep it up, Xiao Mo..."

At this very moment, the live broadcast has begun, and almost everyone in the country, young and old, is watching the event.

Backstage, contestants from big cities and small cities formed a very clear dividing line.

Chen Mo and Zhao Peinan's battle took place on Arena Number Seventeen, which was directly in front of the Taizhou City support group.

"Are you ready to die?"

Zhao Peinan had changed into a set of practical clothing, with a Tang sword hanging at his waist.

You shouldn't have asked me.

Chen Mo shook his head and put on the Abyss Steel Gauntlets.

"You should ask yourself, are you prepared to die in the ring?"

"You can only be arrogant for a short while before you go on stage."

Zhao Peinan snorted coldly. He naturally recognized that Chen Mo's gauntlets were made of abyssal steel.

"Contestant No. 188 Chen Mo and contestant No. 63 Zhao Peinan, please come to the stage."

Zhao Peinan glanced at Chen Mo and then turned and walked towards the arena, with Chen Mo following closely behind.

"Ohhhhhhh!!"

Whether it was good luck or bad luck, the two of them were the first to play today.

A deafening roar of cheers filled the sky, and Xiao Qifeng and the Chen family of three spotted Chen Mo at a glance.