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

"By the way, Dean Geng, I'm quite exhausted now because I rashly used my own trump card for survival."

Chen Mo turned to look at Geng Lianhu, who was having a brainstorming session; he was indeed exhausted.

The physical problems aren't too bad, but the psychological impact was too severe.

Chen Mo is now utterly exhausted after drawing a support hero from the permanent hero template.

"Can you do me a favor? I need to rest for a bit. Let's talk about it in a couple of days."

"Alright, alright, go ahead." Geng Lianhu waved his hand and continued to let his imagination run wild.

"Speaking of which, this matter has already reached the Three Elders. If they send someone to visit you later, don't say anything out of line."

"I always felt those three old men had ulterior motives..."

"..." Chen Mo rarely agreed with Geng Lianhu's idea, as he didn't have a very good impression of Si Zheng.

He has a sinister aura; he's a classic brainy villain, the kind who would stab you in the back.

The Grandmaster Academy remains the same, with only minor external expansions to accommodate visiting exchange students.

The dormitories for the students of the Grandmaster Academy were still in the same place, and Chen Mo pushed open the door to his dormitory after a long time.

Instead of the stench of blood, a fragrant aroma of braised pork intestines wafted towards me...

All I could see were Ma Wanglin, Gu Feng, Yang Zuo, He Miao, and Joseph, those five bastards, sitting in front of the induction cooker, showing off their skills.

Yang Zuo, in particular, used both chopsticks to snatch half a bowl of large intestine from Joseph's bowl.

"What, you're having hot pot with braised pork intestines broth now?"

Chen Mo's forehead veins bulged. Didn't these bastards worry about him at all?

"Yeah!" Gu Feng nodded as if it were a matter of course, and handed a bowl of prepared sauce to Chen Mo.

"It's delicious! Joseph and Hormuz made it themselves."

"Isn't it fast? We all guessed you'd be back soon."

"..." Chen Mo fell silent. For the first time, he felt that Gu Feng's words were irrefutable.

"Aren't you worried about me at all?"

"I sacrificed my life to cover everyone's retreat, so at least show some concern for me."

Although he said that, Chen Mo obediently took the condiment bowl, scooped out a piece of duck blood from the bottom of the pot, and put it in his mouth.

"Mmm, delicious."

"It would be a lie to say I'm not worried, but you've done this so many times, we're used to it."

Gu Feng looked up at Chen Mo and sighed helplessly.

"I know you're incredibly strong right now, and we can't keep up with you."

All I can do is listen to you and try my best not to hold you back.

"Don't say that. I never felt like you guys were holding me back." Chen Mo frowned. Was it because he had become too strong so quickly that the others felt a great sense of disparity?

Otherwise, why would Gu Feng, whose heart is even bigger than his, say such a thing?

"Whether you feel it's your problem or not, I truly feel how weak I am."

Ma Wanglin put a piece of sweet potato starch into her mouth and looked up at Chen Mo.

"But none of that matters. We will become stronger as soon as possible and catch up with you as quickly as possible."

"Don't think you're the only genius in the world. We're not too weak either."

When this was mentioned, Ma Wanglin hesitated for a moment before reaffirming her opinion.

Chen Mo's rate of progress is simply too abnormal; they can only strive to catch up, while trying to surpass him is a pipe dream.

"We know about your sister's situation. There are still five months left until the six-month period ends, right?"

Ma Wanglin put down the bowl in her hand and looked at Chen Mo very seriously.

"Yes, there's enough time. I'll resolve it before then."

Chen Mo nodded. With his current strength, going to the middle level of the abyss and coming back alive shouldn't be a problem.

It shouldn't be big?

"Do you know... once you go down the Road of No Return, you can never come back?"

Ma Wanglin gripped her chopsticks tightly, staring intently at Chen Mo.

"Where are your parents? Are you going to give up on this world?"

"Who said I can't come back?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, wondering why Ma Wanglin was reacting so strongly.

"I am a resurrected ancient martial artist, so naturally I have my own methods."

"Don't worry, even if I don't come back, you guys are still here for me."

"Then..."

Before Chen Mo could finish speaking, Ma Wanglin threw down her chopsticks and stormed off.

"How inexplicable!"

The remaining people watched this scene awkwardly, unsure whether they should continue eating.

"Just say you're looking for trouble, is it really necessary to go to such lengths..."

Chen Mo felt somewhat aggrieved. He did indeed have a way to return, but he simply couldn't explain it.

"?" A question mark appeared above the heads of everyone, including Yang Zuo.

Find fault?

"Indeed, you always lose something in the process of gaining something."

Joseph is now increasingly agreeing with this statement.

Heaven bestowed upon Chen Mo extraordinary talent, but directly robbed him of his love.

He even felt that if Ma Wanglin stood naked in front of Chen Mo, the kid might think that Ma Wanglin wanted to have a naked duel with him.

Late-stage symptoms of the brain being taken over by muscles.

"You...can't you tell that Sister Ma is just worried sick?"

He Miao was shocked; it was the first time she had ever seen a super titanium alloy steel straight man in person.

"Wasn't she just looking for a fight with me?"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, frowned, and remained puzzled.

"..."

"Um, I remember Sister Ma told you to come see her tonight, saying she had something to ask you."

He Miao sighed, hoping that the two could have a heart-to-heart talk when they met alone.

"That's true, I have something to give her separately."

Chen Mo nodded; he was still planning to hand over the Thousand Transformers, Jia Xiu, to Ma Wanglin.

Although she was thin, she was still much better-looking than He Miao, that little girl.

"!" Gu Feng and the others stared wide-eyed at Chen Mo, their faces filled with disbelief.

This idiot has finally figured it out!

"I have something hidden in my vital point, but I can't take it out right now. The thing I'm talking about is perfect for her."

"Also, He Miao, you're included too. Gu Feng and the others, just wait a bit."

"Once I become stronger, I'll be able to extract more from my vital points and share it with you."

Chen Mo knew that what he was doing was a bit unfair, after all, apart from He Miao, Ma Wanglin was the weakest and had no backing.

"No, no, no, no, no, it doesn't matter whether we want to or not."

"Oh dear, this has been tough. Let's eat!"

Chen Mo was completely bewildered by the group's inexplicable happiness, but his cravings were too strong for him to care about anything else, so he quickly ate a few more bites of tofu pudding.

...

At the same moment, a crisp sound rang out from the Ten Kings Palace located deep within the Sea of ​​End.

"The Blood King is dead, his godhood shattered!?"

A figure stood before the shattered throne, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"How is this possible? Does the power to kill gods even exist in this world?"

"Find him! Find the guy who killed the Blood King!"

"Don't even think about it. The Blood King died in the Filthy Land. He was killed by warriors from the Land of Glory."

A figure stood up on the highest throne.

"That mad dog outside is critically injured and on the verge of death. If we just hold out for a year, you and I can tear down the barrier without lifting a finger!"

"The two worlds will be completely merged, and there will be no need to worry about your divine status being suppressed by the world's will when you go to another world."

"At that time... a completely new world will be under our control, and we will be able to completely suppress the old human race. Going further will no longer be a pipe dream."

"Don't let a demigod disrupt our plans; now is not the time."

A thousand miles outside the Ten Kings Palace, a figure sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Dead?"

"Who did it?"

"Did the second and third brothers make their move?"

"Hahahaha! No matter what, this is fantastic news!"

The figure was old and frail, covered in cracks, and as he laughed, he spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

"I'm really getting old. I almost got beaten to death even when I was fighting six people at once."

"You bastard, if you sneak up on me from behind, don't give me a chance, or I'll crush your balls!"