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

"He figured out how to condense mental energy so quickly; this kid's got a pretty good brain..."

After muttering something, Dean Chu then had Chu Chi push him back into the driver's seat.

...

After realizing that mental power was not so easy to control, Chen Mo became much more cautious on the rest of his journey.

At least he didn't recklessly use his mental energy to rupture his own meridians.

After a flight of more than three hours, nearly four hours, the group finally landed successfully at the South Island military airport.

The hatch opened, and a wave of heat rushed in!

"Damn, it's so hot!" Chen Mo closed his eyes because of the heat wave. The air temperature on the South Island was at least fifty degrees Celsius.

"Yes, it's the height of summer in the South Island now, of course it's hot."

Gu Feng then took out four sunglasses from his bag and gave one to each of Chen Mo and the others.

"Even in winter, the temperature in the South Island is close to 40 degrees Celsius, and this is not even the hottest time of year."

"When we arrived, things were relatively good, but hurricane season is coming soon, and then it'll be boiling hot every day."

"Stop talking nonsense and get on the shuttle bus." Chen Mo and the others ignored Gu Feng's chatter and rushed into the shuttle bus that came to pick them up.

"You must be the kids from this training camp in the south?"

The driver was a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his forties or fifties.

"Yes, my name is Gu Feng. May I ask how I should address you?" As the most knowledgeable of the sixteen people, Gu Feng was chosen to communicate with the driver.

"Just call me Uncle Song."

Song Bin's smile was very approachable, and everyone relaxed upon seeing it.

"Wouldn't it be inconvenient for you to live with us?"

Pushing open the dormitory door, Chen Mo turned around and glanced at Ma Wanglin.

"What's inconvenient about it? You guys just have a few more parts in your lower bodies than me."

Ma Wanglin adapted quickly, and after putting her luggage in the closet, she sat on the bed and said.

"Ah, it only has two less chunks of meat than me."

"..." Chen Mo and the others had also felt Ma Wanglin's fierceness, and it seemed that there wouldn't be any awkward situations in the next month and a half.

At least Ma Wanglin won't feel embarrassed.

After packing their luggage, Chen Mo and the others sat at the desk, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"So, what shall we do next?"

Holding her broken leg, Ma Wanglin glanced at the group of people and asked a question.

"Don't be in such a hurry, the days ahead are going to be tough..."

Gu Feng sighed, breaking out in a cold sweat at the thought that his mentor was Song Bin.

"Our mentor is Uncle Song, who is also a level 13 Grandmaster, and a practical Grandmaster at that."

"If we fall into his hands, we're probably in big trouble."

"How so?" Chen Mo immediately became interested. It seemed that this Song Bin was quite capable!

"Uncle Song comes from a military background and follows a very tough and fierce approach, which is quite suitable for us."

At this point, Gu Feng paused for a moment, seemingly realizing why Song Bin had been chosen as their mentor.

He himself embodies extreme ferocity, and Ma Wanglin is an even more reckless and mad dog.

Chen Mo, on the other hand, was born with a body of steel, and Song Bin's fierce and aggressive style suited him very well.

As for Yang Zuo...

Perhaps the higher-ups felt that they were quite familiar with these few?

"You're right, that's why the higher-ups made me your mentor."

Just as Gu Feng finished speaking, Song Bin appeared at the dormitory door.

"Chen Mo, I heard from Sister Yu that you still haven't chosen a suitable melee weapon?"