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

"Don't worry too much. Hair follicles adapt very quickly, and you'll probably have your hair growing back before school starts."

Song Bin actually wanted to laugh, but he held it back considering Chen Mo's current mood.

"It's good that you're like this, at least it's more convenient to wash your hair now."

"..." Chen Mo covered his face with his hands, not planning to go out until his hair grew back.

"Also, you tempered your skin too quickly, causing your internal energy and blood to not keep up."

Song Bin coughed lightly, then thought for a moment and changed the subject.

"Go to the Qi and Blood Replenishment Room to replenish your Qi and Blood. We'll consider refining your blood after your Qi and Blood reach the limit of the Steel Skin Realm."

"Tempering blood is completely different from tempering skin, and the amount of qi and blood required is also many times greater."

"Fortunately, your skin has been tempered and can now store qi and blood like meridians. You only need to absorb qi and blood now."

"Oh, okay." Chen Mo nodded and stood up listlessly.

He had already consumed ten level-three Body Tempering Pills and ten level-three Qi and Blood Pills when he was tempering his skin, which barely satisfied the Qi and Blood required for the skin tempering.

"Never mind, let's rest for a bit and then go have dinner."

Song Bin grabbed Chen Mo's shoulder and led the three of them away from the third basement level.

"Oh, and you there, could you clean up Gravity Tempering Chamber Number One, especially the nooks and crannies?"

Just as Chu Chi was about to follow, he heard Song Bin's voice coming from not far away.

"..."

He began to hate martial artists.

...

The moment Chen Mo stepped into the training camp canteen, the hunger that had been masked by sadness finally burst forth.

As his body was greatly enhanced, Chen Mo's appetite also increased exponentially.

However, the training camp canteen had anticipated this situation and offered a wide variety of dishes.

"Cherish the time you spend eating in the training camp canteen. Every dish here contains valuable medicinal herbs."

"Especially the meat dishes, the meat used is all from beast king-level abyssal beasts of level eight or above, which can increase blood and strengthen the body."

"The staple food is also grown in the Abyss-occupied areas, and it contains a lot of energy, so you can eat as much as you want."

"Eat as much as you want, but be careful not to overeat and upset your stomach."

After saying this, Song Bin turned and left, seemingly having something to do.

"Eat?" Chen Mo picked up a metal plate, a common sight in the cafeteria, and turned to look at Gu Feng and Yang Zuo.

"Eat!" Gu Feng nodded vigorously. Even he had never seen the meat of an eighth-level beast king-level abyss beast, let alone the grain grown in the abyss-occupied area.

These things are priceless and unavailable in the outside world; ordinary people have never even heard of them, let alone seen them.

Only those who made it to the top 16 in the national competition are qualified to enjoy themselves in this place.

As for the remaining two weeks, they could only rely on the points they earned to buy food.

Chen Mo and Gu Feng pounced on the cafeteria lady like two hungry wolves, startling her so much that the rice scoop in her hand started to tremble.

"Auntie, this doesn't cost you any money, why are you shaking it?"

Chen Mo looked at the two pieces of meat on his plate, his face darkening as he glared at the auntie who was shaking her spoon.

"I forgot, I forgot, I thought this was the school cafeteria..."

The aunt smiled awkwardly and quickly scooped a large spoonful of stewed meat from an eighth-level beast king onto Chen Mo's plate.

After a while, Chen Mo served all the dishes before carrying the 15-pound dinner back to his seat.

Compared to Gu Feng, Chen Mo's way of eating is considered conservative.

"Brother, have you never seen rice or meat before?" Chen Mo asked, looking at the three large plates in front of Gu Feng.

"I really haven't seen it before." Gu Feng said matter-of-factly, picking up a large spoon and stuffing it into his mouth.

"These things can't be found anywhere else, and every bite you eat will strengthen your body."

"Besides, this is a perk for the top 16 in the national competition, so why not take advantage of it?"

"It would be such a waste to leave some..."

"That seems to make sense..." Chen Mo seemed to have figured it out, completely abandoning his useless pride, and stuffing all sorts of super ingredients into his mouth like a bulldozer.

Yang Zuo glanced at the two people who looked like gluttons, and then picked up a plate to serve himself a bowl of rice.

At first, Yang Zuo was chewing slowly and carefully.

But after tasting that wonderful flavor, Yang Zuo, like Chen Mo and Gu Feng, began to indulge in a gluttonous feast.

"What's wrong? Aren't you Celestials supposed to be rich in resources? You've never tasted such good food before?"

Gu Feng raised his head, raised an eyebrow, swallowed the food in his mouth, and asked.

"No, these things are all available within the Celestial Race."

Yang Zuo shook his head, and as he spoke, tears even welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"But the clan only uses these resources to make pills, which don't taste good at all."

"I've grown up eating elixirs since I was a child, and I've never eaten anything this delicious before."

"Poor kid..." Chen Mo and Gu Feng both cast sympathetic glances at Yang Zuo.

In fact, it wasn't just them; the other top 16 teams in the national competition were doing the same thing, each of them doing their best to absorb all kinds of super ingredients.

A dozen minutes later, Chen Mo and the others patted their bulging bellies and leaned back in their chairs.

"By the way, where did Ma Wanglin go?"

Chen Mo suddenly looked up; it seemed they had forgotten about their teammates.

"Ha, so you still remember me?"

Just then, Ma Wanglin, carrying a tray of food, came into their view.

"Your legs!" Gu Feng's eyes lit up as he looked at Ma Wanglin's perfectly intact legs and exclaimed in surprise.

"Thanks to Dean Chu's help, I was able to get my leg reattached."

Ma Wanglin was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, exposing her tanned thighs to the group's eyes.

If it weren't for that conspicuous scar, Ma Wanglin's thighs would be considered perfect.

"If you like watching it, then take a few more glances."

Ma Wanglin glanced at the three of them and then began to eat on her own.

"Sorry, I went too far back then." Yang Zuo finally managed to utter this sentence after a long pause.

"It's okay, I was going there to kill you anyway."

Ma Wanglin shook her head. Once you step into the ring, life or death is irrelevant. If you get injured, you have to bear it yourself.

"I didn't expect you to be this strong. You truly deserve to be called a genius of the Celestial Race."

"Thank you." Yang Zuo's lips twitched, as if he was trying to smile, but he failed.

"Have you fully recovered yet?" Chen Mo glanced at Ma Wanglin's thigh, which looked completely healed, and looked up to ask.

"It's not a complete recovery yet. Some of the veins in the broken leg have atrophied, and it will require a period of rehabilitation training."

Ma Wanglin shook her head and continued.

"My meridians will be fully restored in about three days, at which point I will be able to resume refining my blood normally."