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

"So, you're the one who defeated those two kids from our Shanghai Mental Health Research Center?"

Dean Chu's old face was drooping as he looked at Chen Mo with an unfriendly gaze.

"Huh, so what if it's me?"

Chen Mo nodded, meeting Dean Chu's gaze without the slightest fear.

"Are you going to hit me again?"

"How dare you speak to a teacher like that!" Before Dean Chu could say anything, Chu Chi, standing behind him, was already displeased.

"It's alright, these martial artists have such bad tempers. If he didn't have a temper, I wouldn't have come to heal him."

Dean Chu raised his hand to stop Chu Chi from walking forward and smiled at Chen Mo.

"Good lad, if all martial artists had your temper, there wouldn't be those human traitors."

"Sit still and don't move, I'll heal your wounds."

After speaking, Dean Chu's spiritual power transformed into threads and began to help Chen Mo suture the wounds on his body and inside his body.

While stitching up Chen Mo's wounds, Dean Chu also checked whether there was any spiritual energy within Chen Mo's body.

"Completely clean..."

Dean Chu's face remained expressionless, but he was somewhat disappointed.

That's true; people who are born with spiritual power cannot condense their qi and blood.

But... how come this child still has the strength to fight back after suffering such serious injuries?

Despite having ruptured lungs, he was still able to breathe, and despite his heart being nearly split in two, he was still able to move freely.

The liver, spleen, digestive system, and kidneys—none of this child's organs are intact. Why is he able to sit here like nothing's wrong, waiting for treatment?

This kind of injury would be fatal even to a level seven, eight, or even nine martial artist, let alone a level three martial artist.

Can such terrifying injuries really be sustained by sheer willpower?

Could it be that this child is a born mutant martial artist?

Thinking of this, Dean Chu glanced at Chen Mo and asked.

"Child, now that you've reached level three, what is your Qi and Blood attribute?"

"Attributes?" Chen Mo was taken aback. What were Qi and Blood attributes?

"Hasn't your Qi and blood begun to transform yet?"

Dean Chu was also taken aback; this child had too many unique qualities.

"Normally, every martial artist will undergo a transformation in their blood and qi after breaking through to the third level, which is the extraordinary level."

"For example, Yang Zuo's thunder and Gu Feng's raging flames are manifestations of their blood and qi attributes."

"But you are very different. The qi and blood in your body are still pure qi and blood, and nothing has changed."

"That's why I asked you what your Qi and Blood attributes are."

Chen Mo didn't speak, but he felt somewhat uneasy.

His level three cultivation wasn't achieved through gradual practice; rather, he was promoted to level three as a system reward.

Could the fact that it has no attributes be related to this?

"You don't need to worry, my research on Qi and blood is not that in-depth."

Seeing that Chen Mo's expression was somewhat unpleasant, Dean Chu spoke up.

"Once you go to the training camp in the south, those grandmasters will naturally help you find out the truth."

"Alright, I've healed your injuries. Be careful in the future, and don't ruin yourself like this."

After retracting the threads of spiritual energy, Dean Chu signaled to Chu Chi to take him away.

"Thank you very much, Dean Chu."

Wei Zhen bowed respectfully to Dean Chu's retreating figure.

"Chen Mo, do you realize you've become famous this time?"

Once Dean Chu had completely left, Tian Xingxing plopped down next to Chen Mo and shouted excitedly.

"First place in the national competition! That's the number one among all the top geniuses in the entire Great Xia! Every martial arts academy in the country will be begging you to study there!"

"You're amazing, kid! Even the Celestial Race isn't a match for you!"

"Yes, I was in despair when I saw Chen Mo's injuries, but I never expected..."

Tian Xingxing, who has relatively low emotional intelligence, undoubtedly touched a nerve with Xu Liu, who stared at her without saying a word.

The atmosphere immediately became awkward, and no one could continue discussing the celebration banquet.

"Well, let's come back tomorrow. You guys should get some rest too. Chen Mo must be tired after playing so many games."

Liang Yongsheng coughed lightly and quickly pulled Tian Xingxing and the others out of the suite.

After everyone left, Chen Mo looked at Xu Liu, whose eyes were red and swollen, and shrank back.

"How are your injuries?"

Xu Liu burst into tears and collapsed onto the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably.

She was genuinely terrified. What mother wouldn't feel heartbroken seeing her son fighting until the ground was covered in blood?

Chen Mo quickly got off the bed and went to Xu Liu's side to comfort her with a smile.

"Mom, look, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"Look how firm these muscles are, and your skin is much smoother than before."

Compared to Xu Liu and Chen Li, who had never witnessed martial arts battles, Chen Yi was much calmer.

For a martial artist, battle is their destiny.

"When you were risking your life, did you ever think about us? If anything happens to you, what will your father and I do?"

"Is it worth risking your life for a championship?"

"Do you know how I felt when I saw you get stabbed through by that Yang Zuo? I... I almost..."

Seeing Chen Mo catch up, Xu Liu felt both distressed and angry, and punched Chen Mo's arm hard.

"Don't risk your life like that again. Even losing is better than dying!"

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely take it easy from now on."

Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort his mother, so he could only agree to Xu Liu's request in as gentle a tone as possible.

"Alright, honey, we've had a great day, so don't cry."

Chen Li, a typical straight man, had no idea that these words would ignite a bomb in Xu Liu's heart.

"Chen Li! I haven't even said anything to you yet!"

Seeing that Chen Li had delivered himself to her doorstep, Xu Liu immediately changed her target and unleashed a barrage of attacks on Chen Li.

If she can't bear to scold her own son, how could she not bear to scold her own husband?

"Brother, you don't need to listen to Mom."

Seeing that Xu Liu had changed his target, Chen Yi walked over to Chen Mo and patted him on the shoulder.

"As martial artists, our duty is to compete, to fight!"

"After watching your fight, I've come to understand one thing."

"Have you never experienced a life-or-death battle besides sparring with others?"

"Sis, you noticed?"

Chen Mo chuckled. He had never actually fought a life-or-death battle with anyone, but things were different after the national competition.

The battle with Yang Zuo benefited him greatly and made him realize his shortcomings.

"Nonsense, it's obvious you used to rely on your physical strength to fight others head-on, you don't know any fighting skills at all."

Chen Yi rolled her eyes and led Chen Mo to the side.

"Have you thought about which martial arts academy you want to go to?"

Chen Yi looked mysterious, and Chen Mo didn't know why there was anything to hide about this.