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

They initially thought the outcome was already decided, but after learning about Chen Mo's performance, their thoughts changed.

Maybe, just maybe, Chen Mo can really defeat Yang Zuo and win the national championship!

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Chen Mo's lips curled slightly; his high-profile opening was already having an effect.

Yang Zuo stood up, panting heavily. He could hardly believe that Chen Mo could destroy his avatar with a single punch.

Having lost two avatars in succession, Yang Zuo suffered a significant loss of vital energy and stamina.

But for a martial artist, physical strength and vitality are only one factor that determines victory or defeat; willpower is what sustains a martial artist to the very end.

Now, Yang Zuo's eyes sparkled as he looked at Chen Mo, and he actually felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

"You're excellent; you're even stronger than Gu Feng!"

Yang Zuo straightened up again, somewhat surprised that Chen Mo hadn't taken advantage of the moment while he was replenishing his strength to launch a sneak attack.

"I always thought that among your human peers, no one could make me use my full strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zuo unleashed a terrifying burst of energy and blood, which crackled with azure lightning, turning the abyss steel alloy arena a fiery red.

"But now, my thinking has changed."

"You! You're the one who can make me fight with all my might!"

"Celestial Divine Power, Ultimate External Avatar!"

"Divide it into eight!"

In the blink of an eye, eight identical figures surrounded Chen Mo, each wielding a silver dragon spear, their auras no weaker than Yang Zuo's true form.

"Currently, the limit I can create is eight external avatars."

"Including my main body, there are a total of nine late-stage level five martial artists. I wonder if you can withstand them!"

After speaking, Yang Zuo's main body and eight clones rushed towards Chen Mo.

The silver dragon spears in their hands crackled with lightning, even disintegrating the surrounding air!

"bring it on!"

Chen Mo roughly calculated that each of the nine Yang Zuo could deal him around 160,000 damage.

Including his endless rage and deliberate punches, he can withstand at least four rounds!

And it can also stack a lot of health!

...

"Waaaaaah!"

Seeing this scene on the stage, Gu Feng was so excited that he convulsed.

He thought that Yang Zuo's two clones during his battle were already his limit.

Surprisingly, Yang Zuo didn't even use his full strength when he fought him!

Gu Feng really wanted to cheer Chen Mo on, but his throat, which had been pierced with a huge hole, prevented him from saying a word.

Just as Gu Feng was so anxious he was sobbing, Chu Bai next to him shouted out.

"Damn it! Chen Mo, you beat me up like this, you absolutely can't lose to that Celestial Race member!"

"Otherwise, I'll laugh at you for the rest of my life!"

Zhao Peinan, standing to the side, also shouted at the top of his lungs; he was more excited than anyone else.

That's the Celestial Race. If Chen Mo really defeats the Celestial Race, Zhao Peinan can also say that he has exchanged a few blows with Chen Mo.

Being able to spar with a warrior who defeated the Celestial Race is something Zhao Peinan can brag about for the rest of his life!

"Chen Mo! You can't lose, beat the hell out of him!"

At this moment, Chu Bai, Chu Xuan, and Zhao Peinan had put aside their personal grudges and only wanted Chen Mo to win this final.

Ma Wanglin remained silent, but her hands were already gripping the bed sheet tightly.

Every viewer held their breath for Chen Mo, and some even closed their eyes, unable to continue watching.

With a thunderous explosion, the entire arena was enveloped in a cloud of hot smoke and dust.

Even the high-speed cameras didn't record what just happened.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the moment the smoke cleared.

Just then, a crisp sound came from the smoke and dust.

when!

Clang! Clang!

After three consecutive sounds, the smoke and dust that had enveloped the arena dissipated, and everyone was able to see what was happening on the stage.

Three silver dragon spears were stuck in Chen Mo's body, and drops of blood dripped from the wounds onto the ground.

Yang Zuo's condition wasn't too good either; in just one clash, he lost three of his avatars.

In his current state, he is no longer able to create any more external avatars; losing one is like losing one less.

"It hurts a little."

Chen Mo slowly stood up. He was too slow and only managed to land three hits, accumulating 16,000 health points.

[Due to electric shock and physical damage, health -162000]

After pulling the Silver Dragon Spear out of his chest, Chen Mo beckoned to Yang Zuo.

"Keep going, are you done for?"

Chen Mo's voice rang in the ears of every spectator in the arena, and the entire arena instantly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Then, a cheer that soared into the sky rang out!

"Chen Mo! Chen Mo has stood up again!"

"He survived the first and strongest wave of attack; Yang Zuo has no chance left!"

"Yang Zuo no longer has the strength to continue forming external avatars! Chen Mo seizes the opportunity to defeat him!"

The commentator was so excited that his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a metallic taste in his mouth.

The relatives and friends from Taizhou City were even more enthusiastic; Wei Zhen had even punched a hole in the cowhide drum in front of him.

"Go! Chen Mo! Defeat him!"

Yang Zuo's breathing was no longer steady; the rhythm had become disordered.

He couldn't understand why a level three martial artist could still stand after his full-force attack.

Even his brothers, who were also from the Celestial Race and were at the late stage of level six, would lose their fighting ability under his attack.

Could it be that Chen Mo, with his level three martial artist physique, could possibly fight against level six or even level seven martial artists?

Unlike Yang Zuo, Chen Mo didn't actually think too much about it.

He planned to end the match after the next wave of attacks.

Glancing at his rapidly accumulating Heroic Spirit Points, Chen Mo spread his arms, revealing his solid chest muscles.

"Are you really that weak? You can't even defeat a level three martial artist like me?"

"You!" Yang Zuo gritted his teeth. If he couldn't defeat Chen Mo in the next move...

But the current situation doesn't allow Yang Zuo to think too much; he can only launch an attack.

Moreover... judging from Chen Mo's appearance, he doesn't seem to be able to hold on for much longer, so I still have a chance!

Yang Zuo and his five avatars simultaneously lowered their bodies, with dazzling electric light swirling around their limbs.

Then, six figures rushed towards Chen Mo from different directions.

Chen Mo took a deep breath. He had to seize this opportunity to fight back, otherwise he would be at a great loss.

A flash of lightning illuminated Chen Mo's back as the gleaming spear tip pierced his back.

"Got you!"

Chen Mo threw a punch back, accurately hitting the charge attack indicator.

when!

[Dealt 49180 damage! Maximum health increased by 5900!]

"There are four avatars and one main body remaining!"

Chen Mo turned around abruptly and found that two silver dragon spears had appeared in his field of vision at the same time!