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

"Liu Dazhuang, you bastard! You can't just eat all that yourself!"

Teacher Wang was so angry that she was yelling, but she didn't dare to kick the door.

Fortunately, most of the players who were eliminated in the first round left the hotel, otherwise someone would definitely have complained about him disturbing the peace.

"Don't worry about Chen, let's discuss the special admissions process in detail."

Teacher Liu shook hands with Chen Mo with a smile, and then went inside to greet Xu Liu as well.

"Ms. Xu, I am Liu Dazhuang from Jicheng Martial Arts Academy. You can just call me Xiao Liu."

"She truly deserves to be called a genius mother; she looks like someone who knows how to educate children very well."

Chen Mo glanced at Liu Dazhuang, who was sitting on the sofa with Xu Liu, then turned around and opened the door.

"Come in, let me see what the conditions are like at your Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy."

Chen Mo knew that it would be most advantageous for him if the two sides started competing.

"Chen is indeed wise; I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Teacher Wang walked in, shook hands with Chen Mo, and glared angrily at Liu Dazhuang.

"Tell me, what benefits would I gain if I went to your martial arts academy?"

The two were stunned by Chen Mo's question; it was the first time they had ever met someone who was so blunt about asking for benefits.

"This..." Although giving gifts to geniuses is an unspoken rule, the two of them were not ready to bring it up in the open.

"If you don't say anything, I'm going to have you leave." Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa, picked up his Coke and took a sip.

"Yes, yes, yes! If you choose our Jicheng Martial Arts Academy, we can provide you with a luxury car worth less than a million, a villa in the city center, and we'll also help you find jobs for your parents!"

Liu Dazhuang spoke up about the basic benefits he could offer before Teacher Wang could.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Chen. What they can provide, our Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy can provide as well. We'll even give you ten Dragon Blood Pills every year!"

"Your parents can directly join the Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy; they only need to hold a temporary position and don't need to work there, yet they can enjoy instructor-level benefits!"

Teacher Wang glared at Liu Dazhuang and significantly increased the originally agreed-upon benefits.

"You're shameless!" Liu Dazhuang suddenly stood up. He had asked Teacher Wang before, and it was clear that the two martial arts academies offered the same things!

"What shamelessness? I call this 'all's fair in war'!" Teacher Wang sneered, then turned to Chen Mo and Xu Liu and gave them a big smile.

"Student Chen, how about it? Our Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy can offer much more than just this."

"Once you choose Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy, your benefits will only increase, not decrease!"

"What about you guys?" Chen Mo turned to look at Liu Dazhuang and calmly took a sip of his cola.

The one in a difficult position now is not him, but the two martial arts academies in Jicheng and Yangcheng.

After this battle, it was no longer the martial arts academy that chose him, but rather he could choose any martial arts academy at will.

"We..." Liu Dazhuang was speechless for a moment, his old face turning red as he couldn't say a word.

"Let's not rush into choosing a martial arts academy. We can discuss it after the national competition."

Chen Mo naturally had his own ideas.

The martial arts academy that has approached us now is also top-tier, but it can only be considered a mid-to-lower level of first-class.

And the fact that he's so stingy with the treatment he receives is just because he's only a level two martial artist and they think he's easy to fool.

As Chen Mo's performance in national competitions becomes increasingly outstanding, the price that martial arts academies can offer will only increase.

So the ones who should be worried right now are not Chen Mo, but the martial arts academies that want to recruit him.

"Chen, are you really not going to consider it...?"

Before Liu Dazhuang and Teacher Wang could say anything more, Chen Mo picked them up and placed them outside the door.

"Oh, by the way, leave your business card. I'll call you if I've made up my mind."

Liu Dazhuang and Teacher Wang both understood what Chen Mo meant, nodded, and took out their business cards.

After taking the business card, Chen Mo decisively closed the door.

Back in the living room, Chen Mo casually tossed the two business cards into the trash can.

"Xiao Mo, what are you doing..." Xu Liu had just come back to her senses when she saw Chen Mo throw away the business cards of the two top martial arts academies.

"Mom, there are still great martial arts academies to come."

Chen Mo smiled and told Xu Liu his thoughts.

"But the later matches become more dangerous, and Mom really doesn't want to see you take that risk."

Xu Liu sighed. She knew she couldn't persuade Chen Mo; all she could do was support him.

"Son, Mom won't say anything more. Just do your best."

Xu Liu patted Chen Mo's hand, then grabbed Chen Li's ear and dragged him back to her bedroom.

"Xiao Mo, don't forget about your sister. She'll catch a cold if she sleeps on the sofa."

"You're already a level three martial artist, how could you possibly catch a cold?" Chen Mo shook his head, somewhat amused and exasperated, but still picked up Chen Yi and tossed her onto the bed.

No matter how old the siblings are, how strong they become, or how much they achieve, Xu Liu still treats them like children.

"Take a break, and do some folding steel tomorrow."

Lying on the soft, large bed, Chen Mo quickly fell asleep.

......

Inside the top-floor luxury suite of the hotel.

"Are you all ready?" an elderly man, who looked very energetic but was sitting in a wheelchair, asked the group of teenagers in front of him.

"Of course, teacher! We will show the world the power of a spiritual master!"

The boy in the lead was full of confidence, and his eyes were full of respect as he looked at the old man.

"I raised all five of you siblings from an orphanage, and you were all born with spiritual power."

The old man didn't respond, but continued talking to himself.

"I have spent my whole life researching mental weapons, and you will be the ones who make this world rediscover the power of mentalists."

"Martial artists are very powerful, I don't deny that."

"But I also want to prove that psychic cultivators aren't just delicate healers hiding in the back; we can also fight on the front lines!"

"Get ready, I don't want the five of you to be eliminated in tomorrow's tournament."

"It's best if none of them show up."

"Understood, teacher!" The boys and girls' eyes burned with fighting spirit; they were the pioneers of combat-type mentalists!

"Alright, go and rest now." The old man waved his hand, and the young men and women went back to their rooms to rest.

"I will be the first to prove that a mentalist can rival a martial artist..."

The old man muttered to himself, his tone incredibly firm.