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

Chen Mo's health bar goes on a crazy run every five minutes, and so far it hasn't even dropped a tenth of its total health.

But Chu Xuan is different; he loses 1140 health points every five minutes.

Chu Xuan had less than 5,000 health points in total. After being sucked four times, he now only had a little over 400 health points left.

Chen Mo remained motionless, while Chu Xuan, suspended in mid-air, was pale and began to sway.

"What...what happened?!"

"Why is it that Chen Mo didn't do anything, yet Chu Xuan is already at his last gasp?"

Not only the commentators wanted to ask this question, but even the deans of various colleges in the VIP seats were baffled.

The arena was deathly silent, except for the occasional sound of Chu Xuan's spiritual sword striking Chen Mo.

However, as his health points dwindled, the damage Chu Xuan could inflict on Chen Mo became less and less, even failing to keep up with the rate at which Chen Mo's base health points recovered.

"That's about it."

Chen Mo glanced at Chu Xuan, whose health bar was almost empty, and got up to stretch his limbs.

"three."

"two."

"one."

As Chen Mo's countdown ended, the passive effect of Endless Hatred was activated again.

An invisible force suddenly sucked at Chu Xuan's body, causing his already low health bar to be completely depleted.

Chu Xuan fell silently from the sky and landed on the ground with a thud.

"..."

The entire arena fell silent; the battle was simply too bizarre.

Even the professional referee was stunned for a while before he reacted. After running onto the stage to check on Chu Xuan's condition, he immediately called for a mentalist and an emergency medical team to carry Chu Xuan away.

"I guess I should consider myself the winner?"

Chen Mo walked over to the referee and patted him on the shoulder.

The referee blinked, looking completely bewildered, and announced Chen Mo's victory.

Back in the stands, Chen Mo was even somewhat relieved that his opponent in this match was Chu Xuan.

This guy is highly mobile, deals low damage, and doesn't attack very frequently, making him a perfect counter to Chu Xuan.

In layman's terms, it's like an AD carry with a level 11 three-item build soloing a tank with Heartstealer stacked over 30,000 layers.

The passive effect of endless hatred alone could kill him.

When the last two quarterfinalists stepped onto the stage, only three players remained in the entire contestant stand.

Yang Zuo, Gu Feng, and Chen Mo.

"Chen Mo, I hope we can meet in the finals."

Gu Feng moved closer to Chen Mo and whispered.

"How could that be? I'll definitely have to fight either you or Yang Zuo, right?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment. Why would Gu Feng say that? Didn't he know that the schedule for the national competition was all pre-arranged?

"Not necessarily, because the semifinals of this national competition were drawn on-site."

Gu Feng shook his head; it was clear that he knew far more about this national competition than Chen Mo.

"Just in case, I mean just in case."

Gu Feng was conflicted, unsure whether he should say those words.

"If I draw Yang Zuo, my chances of winning are not high."

"But I will do my best to force him to reveal all his tricks, so that at least I can gain some information advantage for those who come after me."

"You can't beat him?" Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, surprised that Gu Feng would say such a discouraging thing.

"It's not that we can't beat them, we just want to clarify some things first."

Gu Feng shook his head and continued.

"If you were to meet Yang Zuo..."

"Don't worry, I'll do my best too." Chen Mo patted Gu Feng on the shoulder. He didn't believe that Gu Feng would run into Yang Zuo in the semifinals.

Given the tournament organizers' track record, there's a high probability they'll manipulate the draw to ensure Yang Zuo and Gu Feng make it to the finals.

This doesn't matter to Chen Mo at all; he has a way of making it to the finals no matter who he faces.

That's how confident I am, that's how simple it is.

"Okay, I hope we can meet in the finals."

Gu Feng nodded and sat back in his seat.

After watching Chen Mo's matches and understanding his fighting style, Gu Feng developed a strong liking for Chen Mo.

His fighting style is also very open and aggressive, focusing solely on offense and neglecting defense.

Gu Feng believed that he would definitely become very good friends with Chen Mo.

Who knows, we might even become comrades-in-arms guarding this region someday...

Because of his status, Gu Feng never had a true confidant since childhood, and was always surrounded by sycophantic fools.

Chen Mo was different. Even though he knew his identity, Chen Mo didn't show him any respect, which actually made Chen Mo feel quite pleased.

If Chen Mo knew Gu Feng's thoughts, he would definitely understand.

Isn't this just the "Overbearing CEO Syndrome"?

"Woman, you're playing with fire!"

"I haven't seen the young master smile so happily in a long time~"

Woman, you are different from other women.

This problem is commonly known as being a shameless jerk who deserves a beating.

Chen Mo and the other two watched the increasingly fierce battle on the arena, but none of them took it seriously.

Gu Feng and Yang Zuo didn't think either of them would be a threat because of their own superior strength.

Chen Mo was calculating how many steel strikes he could apply to one of the two men.

Half an hour passed, and it was 11:00 AM.

With the martial artist from Tianjin piercing the chest of the martial artist from Jingnan, the quarterfinals officially came to an end.

Meanwhile, the list of the top four has been released.

Yang Zuo, Gu Feng, Chen Mo, and Wei Guohao from Tianjin.

The semi-finals will start promptly at 1 p.m., at which time the two finalists will be determined.

Wei Guohao was covered in injuries, with a ruptured tendon in his left wrist and problems with 60% of his organs.

It's obvious that he can only go through the motions in the afternoon at most; there's no way he can advance to the finals.

As for Chen Mo, it was already quite unexpected that he made it to the semi-finals; no one thought he could get this far from the beginning.

Even the relatives and friends in Taizhou, and even the Chen family of three, were quite surprised by this result.

Aside from the fact that Chen Mo himself is only a level two martial artist, there are plenty of martial artists of this strength in the national competition.

Taizhou is not a city with abundant resources, and it is already the limit that it can cultivate a genius like Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't let Taizhou down either. After all, this was the first time since the first "National Genius Youth Championship" that a level-two martial artist had made it all the way to the semi-finals.

This achievement has already proven that Chen Mo is a genius; it's just that insufficient resources have prevented him from reaching a higher level.

With this score, Chen Mo could choose any martial arts academy in the country.

Moreover, the compensation will be absolutely top-notch.

Therefore, it seems that only Yang Zuo and Gu Feng have a chance to compete for the final championship.

"Four contestants, please wait a moment!"

Just as Chen Mo and the others were about to go to the rest area, the commentator's voice rang out again.

The group turned around and saw that the wide arena suddenly cracked open, and a lottery box rose up from the depths of the ground.

"The organizers have decided that the draw, originally scheduled to begin this afternoon, will now take place!"

"I know everyone thinks the semi-final matchups have already been decided."

"But this time is different!"

"This semi-final will be a completely random draw!"

"Let's see if the result will be as you, the viewers, expect."