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

Amid cheers from the audience and passionate commentary, Gu Feng and Yang Zuo unsurprisingly won both matches.

After the two of them finished, it was time for Chen Mo and Chu Xuan to fight.

Chu Xuan stood up, glanced at Chen Mo, said nothing, picked up his mental weapon, and walked onto the arena.

"Pretty arrogant."

Chen Mo was amused by Chu Xuan's little expression, put on his Abyss Steel Gauntlets, and stepped onto the arena.

"I will not become the second combat-type psychic to fall at your hands."

Standing on the arena, Chu Xuan opened his weapon case, revealing a pair of sword hilts.

Chen Mo had already witnessed Chu Xuan's fighting style in previous battles.

By compressing his mental energy into the shape of various weapons through the hilt of his sword, he then uses the compressed mental energy to protect his body while fighting.

No, you will.

Chen Mo shook his head, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the match.

"Here it comes! Here it comes!" The commentator's enthusiastic voice rang out, instantly reigniting the audience's emotions that had just cooled down.

"This battle seemed like a fateful duel; the combat-type psychic master's very first battle ended in defeat at the hands of the 'Ferocious Beast' Chen Mo!"

"Now, as the last remaining survivor in Shanghai, can Chu Xuan emerge victorious from the ferocious onslaught of the 'beast'?"

"Or will Chen Mo solidify his reputation as the nemesis of combat-type psychic masters?"

Let's wait and see!

The commentator was quite adept at stirring up trouble, and Chen Mo could clearly feel that Chu Xuan's blood pressure had risen.

It feels like we're only one step away from reaching red temperature...

"You, a level two martial artist, managed to get this far..."

Chu Xuan wanted to say something, but Chen Mo interrupted him directly.

"What, is it something to be proud of that your combat-type mentalists are weaker than a level two martial artist like me?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, his tone full of sarcasm.

"You!" Chu Xuan was speechless for a moment, because what Chen Mo said was indeed the truth.

Besides him, Chu Bai was the strongest person in the entire Shanghai Mental Strength Research Institute, and Chu Bai did indeed lose to Chen Mo, a level two martial artist.

In the matches that followed, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't shake off the shameful label of being "defeated by a level two martial artist".

"Don't worry, I will avenge myself today."

"This will be your last battle in the national competition. You should stop now!"

As the referee announced the start of the match, Chu Xuan's body slowly rose into the air, and two sharp swords extended from the hilt of his sword.

"Holy crap! This thing can fly!?"

Chen Mo was taken aback; Chu Xuan had not demonstrated the ability to fly in his previous battles.

Only martial artists at level seven or above can fly, yet Chu Xuan can already fly at this level.

It must be said that these combat-type mentalists are indeed quite capable; otherwise, the higher-ups wouldn't have granted them five slots.

Even a city like Beijing only has one spot for the competition, but Shanghai has managed to get a full five.

"Prepare to die!"

Chu Xuan wasn't fast, but he was agile.

His attack wasn't particularly fierce; it only scratched Chen Mo's skin.

Even so, Chen Mo still couldn't do anything about him.

This thing will touch you and run away; it's purely a war of attrition.

This kind of fighting is all about who can last until the end.

Did Chen Mo collapse due to severe injuries, or did Chu Xuan use up all his mental energy and land, only to be brutally beaten by Chen Mo?

It all depends on who can hold out until the end.

"this......"

The commentator, watching this battle, was at a loss for words.

After all, this is the first time that flight capability has appeared in the national competition.

"Currently, Chen Mo appears to be at a significant disadvantage, but he won't fall anytime soon."

"Although Chu Xuan's fighting style isn't very aesthetically pleasing, it's quite effective against opponents like Chen Mo!"

Seeing Chen Mo, who could only take hits and couldn't fight back on the stage, the hearts of the relatives and friends from Taizhou City were in their throats.

Can't you?

We've won so many battles before, and yet we lost in this way?

As time slowly passed, Chen Mo's body accumulated more and more wounds.

"Give up! You'll never be able to touch me!"

"If you keep going, you'll definitely lose, and you'll lose badly!"

Chu Xuan began his psychological warfare strategy, attempting to persuade Chen Mo to surrender.

But Chen Mo completely ignored him; he was currently watching the countdown of Wu Zhong's hatred passively begin.

Although the passive effect of Endless Hatred can only be triggered once every five minutes, the damage is still high.

Damage equal to 3% of the target's health, which is 1140 points of damage.

Furthermore, the passive ability of Endless Hatred can restore 2850 health points.

In addition, with Chen Mo's own basic life force restored, he could exhaust Chu Xuan to death!

"three."

Chen Mo muttered to himself.

"two."

"one!"

As the countdown ended, Chu Xuan, who was circling in the sky, stumbled.

His expression visibly weakened, and his hands, gripping the spiritual sword, began to tremble.

"What, what's going on?"

Chu Xuan was completely bewildered. He had just felt as if something had sucked him in hard.

Turning his head to look at Chen Mo below, he saw that Chen Mo was already sitting cross-legged on the arena and was beckoning him.

Actually, none of these are the main points. The main point is that the tiny sword wounds on Chen Mo's body have completely disappeared!

"What kind of ability is this?"

Chu Xuan had initially thought Chen Mo was just a brainless brute, but now it seemed that this guy was hiding something quite deep.

He didn't use his true skills in the previous battles; he was hiding his abilities the whole time!

Upon realizing this, Chu Xuan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"What... what's going on? Could it be that Chen Mo has already given up the fight?"

The commentator's puzzled voice rang out; he couldn't understand why Chen Mo had sat down.

"Furthermore, Chu Xuan's condition seems rather off. Could it be that his mental energy is about to run out?"

Chu Xuan gritted his teeth; it seemed he had to speed up the pace of the battle.

He had no idea how Chen Mo had hurt him, but he was certain that the feeling of being sucked was from Chen Mo!

"No way, could Chen Mo also be a psychic?"

Once this thought entered Chu Xuan's mind, it wouldn't leave him.

After all, Chen Mo hadn't moved an inch since the beginning, and there was nothing else he could do besides use his mental power.

Gritting his teeth, Chu Xuan quickened his pace of attack.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and Chu Xuan had already been sucked three times by Wu Zhong's hatred, leaving him with almost no health.

The audience was completely baffled by this bizarre battle.

One stood still, taking the beating without fighting back, while the other staggered every few minutes, his face growing increasingly pale.