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

While Wei Zhen was figuring out how to settle scores with Zhao Dehai and Zou Shuhua, Chen Mo had already returned to the players' seats below.

The fight just now was not challenging at all; catching the knife with my bare hands was just a test of my current physical strength.

Based on the test just now, Chen Mo roughly came to a conclusion.

His physical strength is directly proportional to his health points.

In other words, the higher his health, the stronger his physical body. Defense is essentially just an added bonus.

But that's not necessarily true. Maybe one day he'll get Thresh's passive ability, which would allow his defense to increase indefinitely.

His choice seems quite wise. With his health as a base, his attack power will increase dramatically once he draws the Overlord Blood Armor.

However, it's quite difficult to get the Overlord Blood Armor from hundreds of equipment items, and I wonder when we'll be able to select equipment.

In the VIP seats above, the deans of various colleges were all observing Chen Mo's palm.

The knife had just cleaved through Chen Mo's skin and muscles, finally stopping at his bones.

Now, the deep, bone-revealing wound has completely healed, demonstrating Chen Mo's terrifying recovery ability.

"Old Liu, have you figured out what's really going on with Chen Mo?"

After pondering for a while, Wu Suian turned to look at Liu Zhenwu.

"This must be a special ability or a special talent." Liu Zhenwu wasn't really sure either, but this recovery ability was already stronger than most level six or seven martial artists.

"It can't be some kind of supernatural power, can it?"

"That thing is the source of the Celestial Race's strength. If only the Human Race had its own supernatural powers..."

Thinking of this, Liu Zhenwu and Wu Suian couldn't help but sigh.

"Now that we've come this far, Yang Zuo still hasn't revealed what his Celestial Divine Power is, which is very disadvantageous for Gu Feng."

Wu Suian glanced at Yang Zuo, who was sitting expressionlessly in the players' seat, and said to Liu Zhenwu next to her.

"Currently available information does not reveal what Yang Zuo's Celestial Divine Power is; it is only known that his forte is not swordsmanship, but spearmanship."

Liu Zhenwu turned to look at Wu Suian, his brows furrowing slightly.

"So, in other words, our player not only failed to unleash his full potential, but he didn't even manage to bring out his most proficient weapon?"

"Yes, there's not much we can do about it..." Wu Suian sighed. The difference between the human race and the celestial race was a fact that everyone knew.

"That Ma Wanglin is quite good. I really like that girl's fierceness and drive."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit somber, Liu Zhenwu quickly changed the subject.

"I know that girl, so don't even think about it," Wu Suian said, shaking her head as if she knew Ma Wanglin very well.

"Xishan Province will not let such a genius go easily. Even if it means going bankrupt, they will still have to have their own level 12 expert."

"This girl is the last hope for Xishan Province."

...

As time passed, the morning's round of 32 to 16 matches successfully concluded.

The list of the top 16 has been released, consisting of 15 seeded players and one player from the open qualifiers.

Apart from Chen Mo, all the other contestants in the preliminary rounds were eliminated in the top 32, but that was enough to make them proud.

If it weren't for the rule prohibiting interviews during the competition, Chen Mo would probably have been surrounded by layers of reporters long ago.

After a quick lunch, the sixteen finalists were all called to the conference room.

"Those of you who have made it this far must all be outstanding individuals, top geniuses, from your respective cities."

A burly man stood on the stage and gave the contestants below an unpleasant smile.

"Of course, except for a city that used some means to force in five seeded players, only to be defeated by a level two martial artist from a small city."

These words were incredibly damaging, and the faces of the members of the Five Colors Team immediately darkened.

It's truly embarrassing to admit, but apart from Chu Bai, who was completely crushed by Chen Mo, the rest of them all made it to the top sixteen without exception.

And they successfully demonstrated to the world the power of offensive mentalists.

"Okay, enough joking around. Let me introduce myself."

"My name is He Lang, you can call me Brother He."

"I've called you all here today to announce something."

"I guess some of you already know what I'm going to say."

He Lang glanced at Gu Feng, who had no expression on his face, and then turned back to continue speaking.

"Reaching the top 16 already shows that you have unlimited potential. The purpose of holding the national competition is to bring together children like you with great potential."

"Regardless of whether you win or lose the next game, you have earned the opportunity to train in the south."

"What!?" Many seeded players stood up after hearing the words "Southern Training Camp," their eyes flashing with undisguised excitement.

"Sit down, sit down, don't get agitated."

He Lang smiled and gestured for everyone to calm down.

"The main purpose of the Southern Training Camp is to fully unleash your potential."

"Unlimited resources, unlimited Chaotic Sea materials, and personal guidance from a Level 13 Grandmaster—these are things that are not accessible to outsiders."

"You can choose to spend this time in the southern training camp before school starts in September."

"If you don't want to, that's fine too. It's your own choice."

"But I want to make it clear beforehand that once I give up this opportunity, it won't be so easy to get access to the southern training camp again in the future."

After hearing He Lang's words, everyone except Gu Feng and Yang Zuo started to discuss among themselves.

"What is this so-called Southern Training Camp?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled. He had never heard of such a training camp before.

Could it be some kind of summer camp?

"Don't you know?" Gu Feng heard Chen Mo's muttering to himself, picked up a chair and sat down next to Chen Mo.

"Are we that close?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. Why would Gu Feng, from such a large and influential family, come to contact him?

Could it be that she has taken a liking to him?

"You'll get used to it eventually." Gu Feng wasn't surprised by Chen Mo's reaction.

"The Southern Training Camp, as the name suggests, is a training camp held in the coastal region."

"The entire training camp has a maximum of 20 participants, with an average of five people sharing one master-level instructor."

"All kinds of supplements and medicines are unlimited, as long as you can eat them and fully absorb them."

"Actually, the most precious materials are from the Chaotic Sea, which are not in the same league as the materials produced in the Abyss."

"Even I only have twelve weapons made of Chaotic Sea Steel."

"You're here to show off your wealth to me?" Chen Mo's face darkened. This guy seems to be in Versailles.