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

[Host, please note: We have detected a rapid decline in the number of spectators at the event. It is estimated that fewer than a thousand people will attend tomorrow, which will have a significant impact on the final outcome of the challenge.]

"Huh?" Chen Mo panicked immediately upon hearing the system announcement.

He was really anxious; this was a crucial matter concerning his final reward.

The previous rounds of challenges had already brought about a qualitative leap in his strength, not to mention this final round of challenges.

But he didn't have any good solutions; words were too inadequate at this moment.

If his performance on the field tomorrow can ignite people's hope of victory, they will naturally come back.

I hope so...

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes. It seemed that tomorrow's final could not end too quickly. He had to drag it out until there were enough participants before deciding the winner.

As for whether he could win, Chen Mo hadn't thought about it at all.

With the ten-second invincibility of Endless Fury and the ten-fold Heart Steel buff that hardens my heart, Yang Zuo can't lose no matter what, unless he can pull out a nuclear bomb.

"We need to design the battle sequence a bit more, using a plot twist to draw the audience back..."

Chen Mo began to think about how to attract the most people and how to ignite their emotions tomorrow.

"This trick should work..."

...

Inside the hotel, only Chen Mo remained.

Their entire family was also moved from the original family suite to the top-floor royal suite.

"Son, are you really going to fight Yang Zuo tomorrow?"

Xu Liu was a little nervous. Ever since she witnessed Yang Zuo's battle today, she really didn't want her son to risk his life against that kind of monster.

"Of course, don't you have faith in me?"

"And I'm a level three martial artist now."

"I could fight level four martial artists when I was level two, so isn't it normal for me to fight level five martial artists when I'm level three?"

Chen Mo smiled; it was normal for them to lack confidence.

"But... Yang Zuo's Celestial Divine Power is a clone, and the clone's strength is equivalent to that of the original."

"Isn't it a bit much for you to fight three level-five martial artists all by yourself...?"

Xu Liu grasped Chen Mo's hand. She didn't care about Chen Mo's grades; she only wanted her son to be safe and sound.

"Honey, don't let things affect our son's mindset before the match."

Unlike Xu Liu, who opposed the fight, Chen Li hoped that Chen Mo could go out and fight.

"Son, go for it. It's okay if you lose."

Chen Li patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement.

But a fleeting worry still crossed my mind.

"Exactly, exactly. If all else fails, just use the Turtle Breathing Technique I gave you to play dead. You're just a level three martial artist..."

Just as Chen Yi was about to say that it wouldn't be shameful to play dead if things didn't work out, she realized that Chen Mo had just said something very important.

"You're a level three martial artist!?"

It wasn't until Chen Yi realized what was happening that Chen Li and Xu Liu noticed the important information that Chen Mo had just casually mentioned.

"Do you know that it took me a whole year to go from level two to level three?!"

Chen Yi grabbed Chen Mo's arm and discovered that his physical body, as a newly promoted level three martial artist, was stronger than hers, a veteran level three martial artist.

"Talent is such an unreasonable thing. You geniuses become stronger as easily as breathing and drinking water."

Chen Yi sighed, guessing that it wouldn't be long before Chen Mo surpassed her, his older sister.

"Brother, remember this."

Chen Yi grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder, her expression turning serious.

"You're just a level three martial artist, so it's not shameful for you to lose to Yang Zuo."

"If all else fails, use the tortoise breathing technique to feign death; preserving your life is the most important thing."

"Do you understand?"

"I've made my decision, don't worry."

Chen Mo removed Chen Yi's hand and smiled at the three of them.

Get some rest, and don't forget to watch my final match tomorrow.

After saying that, Chen Mo got up and went back to his room to rest.

"This child..." Xu Liu could already tell that Chen Mo would never give up on the finals.

All they can do now is cheer for Chen Mo.

"Don't worry, don't you know what our son is like?"

Chen Li held Xu Liu in his arms and gently comforted her.

"He wouldn't risk his life; he rarely does things he's not confident about."

"Don't worry..."

Chen Yi looked at the mushy couple with disgust, pursed her lips, and went back to her room.

...

At this moment, the Taizhou City relatives and friends group was also not calm. Tomorrow is the final, and although the probability of winning is almost zero, they cannot let Chen Mo's momentum be outdone.

This is their star of Taizhou. Even if no one supports him, the people of Taizhou will definitely stand with Chen Mo to the very end!

"Get ready, everyone. There probably won't be many spectators tomorrow, so we, a hundred or so people, must shout with the spirit of a thousand!"

Wei Zhen stood before the more than one hundred relatives and friends from Taizhou City and began his "pre-battle mobilization".

"We absolutely cannot let Chen Mo down; he is a hero of Taizhou."

"Do you understand now?"

"Understood!" The Taizhou City supporters were all full of fighting spirit; they would never let Chen Mo fight alone!

......

The following day, at the Yanjing First Sports Center.

Chen Mo arrived at the players' seats early and sighed as he looked at the rather deserted audience.

"There really aren't many people here."

"Fortunately, no one will throw away their tickets before the closing ceremony, and the live broadcast will continue."

"Otherwise, it will really be troublesome."

Amidst the explosion of fireworks, the narration began at just the right moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will witness the most predictable final in the history of the 'National Youth Prodigy Championship'."

Yesterday's battle between Gu Feng and Yang Zuo was a huge blow to everyone, including the commentators.

"It seems that Chen Mo not only has formidable strength, but also quite good luck."

"I can only hope the battle doesn't end in less than a minute, otherwise it'll be difficult for me to explain."

Chen Mo's face darkened. Did this guy really not have any faith in him?

At the referee's signal, Chen Mo put on the Abyss Steel Gauntlets and stepped into the ring.

Yang Zuo stood on the other side of the arena, holding the Silver Dragon Spear in his hand.

Chen Mo smiled slightly. At least Yang Zuo didn't underestimate him just because he was only a level three martial artist, otherwise today's battle wouldn't have been so interesting.

At this moment, nearly 70% of the people in the country are gathered in front of the television.

They weren't actually there to watch Chen Mo and Yang Zuo's fight; they were waiting for the closing ceremony of the national competition.

Every year, the closing ceremony of the national competition features some special tricks, which is one of the reasons why everyone looks forward to the national competition.

The referee glanced at Chen Mo, then turned to look at Yang Zuo.

"Are both players ready?"

"No problem." Chen Mo nodded, ready to activate the "Iron Heart" buff at any time.

"Hmm." Yang Zuo simply replied, not having much expectation for this battle.

He brought the Silver Dragon Spear only out of respect for his opponent, not because he thought Chen Mo would pose a threat to him.

"Okay!" The referee began to slowly back away.

"On your marks!"

"preparation!"

"start!"