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

"It's nothing serious, it just looks a little scary, but I didn't actually feel any pain."

Chen Mo was not lying; for him, this minor injury was not much different from not being injured at all.

If it weren't for the need to build up a deliberate punch, Chen Mo could have simply rushed up to Chu Bai and sent her flying with one blow.

"No matter what."

Finally, Chen Li spoke up, looking at Chen Mo with a very serious expression.

"Just do your best. Everyone in Taizhou is already very satisfied with the current results. There's no need to push yourself too hard."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Chen Mo waved his hand. He couldn't very well say that his goal was the ultimate prize in the challenge mission, could he?

"I'm a little tired. You guys take a look at the benefits offered by those colleges first. I'm going to rest now."

Chen Mo waved his hand and turned back to his room.

He was indeed tired today, because both fighting and healing his injuries had drained Chen Mo's stamina.

Even if his life points are high, it doesn't mean his stamina is unlimited; everyone needs rest.

......

While Chen Mo was fast asleep on the soft bed, Zhao Peinan was lying on the hospital bed covered in bandages and braces.

He was lucky to survive, as Chen Mo didn't kill him with a single punch.

However, it will take a long time to repair his heart and lungs, and he has been watching the game from his hospital room for the past two days.

He was completely convinced and admired Chen Mo to the point of prostration.

He didn't even intend to hold a grudge about almost being beaten to death; Zhao Peinan still felt that Chen Mo had shown him mercy.

After glancing at the time, Zhao Peinan turned off the TV and prepared to go to sleep.

Just then, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a mummy that looked almost exactly like him was pushed in and placed on the bed next to him.

"Patient number sixteen has been admitted to the ward."

A doctor is communicating with someone on the phone.

"Yes, I know. Their injuries are similar, so it's easier to take care of them if they're placed together."

"Are you sure you don't want to give Chu Bai a higher-class room?"

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

The doctor nodded and hung up the phone.

"You two are quite destined to meet, both of you suffering from serious injuries to your heart and lungs."

The doctor spoke to Chu Bai, who had already woken up.

"And they were all done by the same person."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you hadn't been a mentalist who subconsciously repaired your arteries, you'd probably be cremated by now."

Wrapped up like a mummy, Chu Bai glared at the doctor before turning his head away with difficulty.

But when Chu Bai turned his head, he saw another mummy, which was none other than Zhao Peinan.

"Were you also beaten by Chen Mo?"

Upon hearing the name Chu Bai, Zhao Peinan immediately understood why they had been placed in the same ward.

That bastard Chen Mo punches the chest regardless of whether it's a man or a woman.

Chu Bai was originally a C+ beauty, but after this punch, she was only an A-.

That makes sense, it's lucky that this punch didn't turn the place into a basin.

"Mmmmmm!"

Upon hearing the name Chen Mo, Chu Bai suddenly became excited.

"Alright, you two can chat slowly. If anything happens, just press the call button to call the nurse."

Seeing that Chu Bai was so energetic, the doctor could finally rest.

When Chu Bai was brought in at noon, he was already dead. It took him a lot of effort to save the little girl.

He's been incredibly busy lately, with young martial artists being brought in every day, some barely alive.

Fortunately, medical technology is advanced now, and as long as the person hasn't been dead for too long, they can be saved.

The premise is that the body parts are still intact; if any parts are missing, even a god can't help.

Chu Bai lay on the hospital bed, unable to utter a single word.

She ignored Zhao Peinan, who kept chattering beside her, and felt a pang of grievance.

Chu Bai couldn't understand how a level two martial artist could withstand her storm of blades and kill her with a single punch.

This is neither scientific nor reasonable. Unless Chen Mo himself has some understanding of mental weapons and mental power, it's impossible...

Chu Bai became excited once he began to imagine that Chen Mo could cultivate his qi and blood while also possessing spiritual power.

"Waaaaah!!!"

"Don't get agitated. I know it's painful to go from a C cup to an A cup with one punch, but at least you're alive."

Zhao Peinan sighed. After two days of treatment, he was able to speak normally again.

"Once we become stronger, we'll get our revenge. Just focus on recovering for now."

"Besides, with technology so advanced these days, if all else fails, it's fine to just make a pair of fake ones."

"Pfft!" Chu Bai spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted again.

"Tsk, how fragile. Luckily, I'm here."

Zhao Peinan shook his head; mental cultivators are too fragile.

After pressing the nurse call button, Zhao Peinan watched as Chu Bai was wheeled back into the emergency room.

"Martial artists are still the best; they have thick skin and tough flesh..."

...

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning.

As the competition progresses, today marks the official start of the matches between the top 32 teams for the top 16 and the top 16 teams for the top 8.

With fewer players, there are more matches available each day, which allows ample time for the most exciting quarterfinals, semifinals, and finals.

Looking at the remaining thirty-two contestants, Chen Mo roughly observed the remaining contestants.

Apart from the thirteen contestants who have persisted since the preliminary rounds, the remaining nineteen are all seeded players.

The seeded player truly lived up to his reputation; he deserved the title.

This morning, the competition was held simultaneously on two arenas. Chen Mo's opponent was a mid-level level 4 player who had climbed up from the preliminary rounds.

"Brother Chen, please show mercy."

The boy from Jinan gave Chen Mo a shy smile, seemingly already anticipating his elimination.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Chen Mo glanced at his stats: over 9,600 health points, enough for him to withstand a couple of hits.

A competitor with a very high cost-performance ratio.

"A level one martial artist has over 1,000 health points, a level two over 2,500, a level three over 5,000, and a level four around 10,000..."

Based on the data observed so far, my health is roughly equivalent to a late-stage level 5 or level 6 martial artist.

He felt no pressure, at least not before facing Kamiya Mine or Yosuke.

As the commentator's passionate voice rang out, today's elimination rounds officially began.

Similar to yesterday, seeded players are given priority in being matched with players who have climbed up from the open qualifiers.

If there aren't enough contestants for the preliminary rounds, then we'll have to make do with the weaker seeded players.

After all, the most exciting battles are always saved for last.

Everyone wanted to see what it would be like to see the strongest human genius face off against the genius of the heavens.