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

The next morning, the entire Yanjing First Sports Center was already packed with people.

The commentator tapped the microphone lightly to confirm the connection was established, then started warming up the audience with a loud voice.

"I believe that in the eyes of all the viewers, yesterday's ring match was just a small-scale affair, at most an appetizer."

"Now that we've finished the appetizers, it's time for the main course that everyone's been waiting for!"

"Today! The competition to advance from 64 to 32 has officially begun. All those who have made it this far are the most outstanding and talented players of our Great Xia!"

Let's cheer for them!

"Now, please welcome the sixty-four top geniuses of Great Xia to the stage!"

Fireworks exploded, and the atmosphere in the entire stadium was already heated up. Everyone was cheering and waiting for the sixty-four top geniuses to appear.

"The first person to appear is someone whose name I'm sure everyone in Yanjing has heard of!"

"Gu Feng, from an ancient martial arts family in Yanjing!"

"At only seventeen years old, he is already a powerful martial artist at the mid-stage of level five, and has mastered more than a dozen incredibly powerful martial arts techniques. His Crushing Fist alone is enough to split mountains and shatter the earth!"

Cheers resounded through the sky; everyone from Yanjing knew about the Ancient Martial Valley family.

They were not only powerful, but they also single-handedly withstood the invasion of sixteen abyssal rifts.

The beasts killed there still dare not show their faces in Yanjing.

They can be called the guardian family of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The head of the Gu family is a powerful grandmaster at level thirteen. In the entire Yanjing, there are definitely no more than ten people who can fight him.

Gu Feng walked into the arena, sat in the players' section, and smiled at the audience.

"Next up is an even bigger heavyweight; he comes from the race that ushered in the Great Martial Arts Era!"

"At only sixteen years old, he's about to reach the sixth level of martial arts; this genius is none other than Yang Zuo from the Celestial Race!"

The commentator continued to excitedly introduce the athletes' details, but the Yanjing No. 1 Sports Center suddenly fell silent.

"Heavens, the Celestial Race?" Xiao Qifeng, who was originally excited, stopped beating the drum and looked at the contestants' seats below with some doubt.

A pale-skinned boy sat in the players' seat and coldly glanced at the audience around him.

"Wei Zhen! Why didn't you say that the Celestial Race was participating in this year's national competition???"

Liang Yongsheng grabbed Wei Zhen by the collar and stared at him with a ferocious expression.

"Old Liang, I don't know about this either!" Wei Zhen was also completely baffled; he hadn't seen any trace of the Celestial Race on the pre-match roster.

"Let me tell you, if Xiao Mo runs into Yang Zuo and anything happens to him, I definitely won't let you off the hook!"

Liang Yong angrily loosened Wei Zhen's collar and stared at the arena below with a serious expression.

The Celestial Race has participated in national tournaments before, but whenever the Celestial Race is involved, it means there will be a bloodbath.

It's not that the Celestial Race intentionally slaughtered humans, but rather that their educational philosophy was based on killing.

They only know how to kill, and have no concept of holding back at all.

The commentator realized that the appearance of the Celestial Race had caused a slight awkward silence, so he immediately flipped over the Celestial Race's introduction and began introducing the next contestant.

"I think that in everyone's perception, mentalists don't have much combat power."

"They are usually responsible for the back-end treatment work, which is the stereotype people have about spiritual practitioners."

"but!"

The commentator paused, then his voice became even more excited.

"These five geniuses from the Shanghai Psychic Research Center will change the world's perception of psychic practitioners!"

"Now, please welcome Chu Bai, Chu Chi, Chu Lan, Chu Qing, and Chu Xuan from Shanghai!"

Amidst the renewed excitement, the Five Colors Team from the Shanghai Mental Strength Research Center emerged together.

Each of them carried a box on their back, the only difference being the size.

"I cannot say much about these individuals due to confidentiality agreements, but I can only advise all martial artists not to underestimate them."

The commentator really wanted to reveal the strength of the Five Colors team, but he had signed a confidentiality agreement beforehand and had to keep it to himself.

"The five mentalists from Shanghai have all taken their seats. Next,..."

Amidst wave after wave of cheers, the sixty-four contestant seats gradually filled up.

Finally, only one player's seat remained unoccupied.

"Oh? There's only one left out of the sixty-four contestants on the list."

The commentator's slightly mocking voice rang out again, and everyone knew who the last contestant was.

"It seems everyone knows this player's name."

"Then I won't waste any more words!"

"Please welcome our 'One-Punch Man,' Chen Mo, to the stage!"

"Damn it! Stop standing there, start beating the drums!"

Xiao Qifeng no longer cared about the superior-subordinate relationship and kicked Wei Zhen hard.

"Yes, yes, it's our child's turn!"

Wei Zhen finally came to his senses and swung the drumsticks with all his might, channeling his internal energy.

"Mom! My brother is here!" Chen Yi grabbed Xu Liu's arm, her eyes filled with pride.

"Let me see! Where's my son?"

Chen Li picked up his binoculars and began searching for Chen Mo.

...

In the contestant tunnel, Chen Mo took a deep breath and walked out.

From this day forward, he will no longer be the unknown Chen Mo.

He will be a genius who enters the second round of the national competition with the level of a second-level martial artist!

"He comes from an unknown small city called Taizhou, and he is the most outstanding genius in the entire city of Taizhou."

"With the body of a level two martial artist, he fought his way through the first round of the preliminary competition, which was full of level three and four martial artists!"

"One punch instantly killed a level three martial artist and scared away three opponents."

"He is a dark horse that has emerged out of nowhere!"

"Taizhou Star! One-Punch Brother Chen Mo!"

After hearing the commentator's introduction of Chen Mo, the entire Yanjing First Sports Center erupted in unprecedented cheers.

They weren't acquaintances of Chen Mo; they were probably just from a small city who had some spare money to watch the game.

Their cheers were not for anything else, but solely for Chen Mo, who came from a small city but made it to the second round, proving that even small cities can have top geniuses!

"I wonder if this genius from a small city can fight his way through the brutal top 64."

"Or will we fail and be eliminated?"

Let's wait and see!

After shouting those words, the commentator turned off the microphone, quickly picked up the cup filled with dried sea buckthorn fruit, and took a sip.

Chen Mo waved to the Taizhou relatives and friends in the audience, and then sat down.

The girl next to him was Chu Bai from the Shanghai Five Colors team. After glancing at Chen Mo twice, the girl paid no more attention to him.

Chen Mo was in the same boat; they were now competitors, and the atmosphere was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.