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

Inside the southern training camp, four teams, each composed of one of the top sixteen finalists in the national competition and four logistics and spiritual instructors, are ready to go.

Apart from Chen Mo and Yang Zuo, everyone else switched to the Chaotic Sea Steel weapons specially made for the training camp.

Chen Mo's Phoenix Beak Dragon Tooth Halberd is far more valuable than the Chaotic Sea Steel weapon, while Yang Zuo's Silver Dragon Spear is made with Celestial Race craftsmanship, so there is no need to exchange it.

Of course, in addition to weapons, the training camp also provided these future masters with their own unique armor to protect them.

But one thing is the same: the equipment on each person is worth more than nine figures, making them truly "money-powered" armaments.

"It's finally starting..."

Chen Mo was trembling with excitement; he could no longer contain his desire to open the steel.

"Chen Mo, you should have seen how the points are calculated, right?"

Gu Feng was equally excited; he had long wanted to find a place to test the results of his training during this period.

"Of course, level one sea beasts are worth two points, level two five points, level three ten points, level four fifteen points, level five thirty points, level six eighty points, and higher levels are calculated separately."

Chen Mo nodded. He had not only looked at the points settlement system, but also at the points rankings of previous Southern Training Camps.

Chen Mo paid no attention to any of the rankings other than first place. His goal and objective was to surpass the first place winner, so looking at the others was pointless.

The guy who's been number one all time is named Huang Long, with a total score of 1,755.

His greatest achievement was killing a level seven sea monster during actual combat training, solely with his two iron fists.

To be honest, he's a formidable figure, and it would be very difficult for others to surpass him.

However, it's not a big problem for Chen Mo. Points are easy to come by; the most important thing is steel!

"He Miao, are you ready?"

Chen Mo glanced back and saw that He Miao was still fiddling with her helmet.

"Okay, all done!" He Miao raised her head, her entire head covered by a uniquely designed helmet. Chen Mo even doubted whether she could see outside.

"Who among you can drive?"

The training camp only provided them with transportation, not drivers.

In other words, if they don't want to run there, they'll have to drive themselves.

"I studied for a while, but I haven't gotten my driver's license yet."

With the Chaotic Sea Steel Spear slung over his back, Ma Wanglin naturally sat in the driver's seat.

Chen Mo and the others exchanged glances, opened the car door, and got in.

Gu Feng and Yang Zuo flanked He Miao, while Chen Mo sat in the passenger seat.

"Let me ask you first, what stage of your driving test are you at?"

"I haven't passed the written test yet, but I know where the accelerator, clutch, and brake are, so don't worry."

"He Miao, turn on the navigation, let's go!"

Ma Wanglin started the car and sped off in fifth gear.

"We are all martial artists. Even if we get into a car accident, we won't die. At most, we'll suffer some minor injuries."

While looking at the map projected onto her right eye through the miniature earpiece, Ma Wanglin offered a few words of comfort to the group.

"You two keep an eye on He Miao; she plays a vital role on the battlefield."

"All done." Gu Feng pulled He Miao into his arms, and He Miao's face, which was completely covered by her helmet, instantly turned red.

Amidst the horrified gazes of the other three squads, the military vehicle carrying Chen Mo's squad sped off in a very bizarre manner.

"Is the wheel on their car... a little crooked?"

"It seems so. I remember that vehicle was still under repair. Their vehicle should be that armored vehicle, right?"

"I don't know, maybe strong people like to challenge themselves. Let's just stick to driving the armored vehicle."

"That's true, let's hurry up and get there. We'll lose points if we don't reach the designated location within the allotted time."

"Our points are already zero, if we deduct any, it'll become a negative number..."

......

The training camp was located in a somewhat remote area, about 130 kilometers away from Zone 1, which was under the jurisdiction of Chen Mo and his group.

Master Huang gave them a two-hour time limit to arrive, which was still quite ample time.

Thump thump thump thump...

But things don't always go as planned. The old car that Chen Mo and his companions were in stalled completely after driving thirty kilometers, emitting a puff of black smoke.

"..."

Several people looked at Ma Wanglin with a hint of doubt.

"I...this really isn't my fault, is it?"

Even the fierce Ma Wanglin was sweating at this moment. She remembered that she didn't seem to have made any mistakes in her operation.

"Forget it, let's leave this junk here and run."

Chen Mo waved his hand, he didn't care about these things, anyway, he could run much faster than this broken car.

Hmm, it won't stall yet.

"But what about He Miao?" Apart from He Miao, the other four are all martial artists, so running more than 100 kilometers is no problem for them.

He Miao pulled two suitcases, each about the size of her, out of the trunk and stared longingly at the group.

"Really..." Chen Mo scratched his head and tossed the Phoenix Beak Dragon Tooth Halberd to Gu Feng.

"I'll carry her on my back and run, you guys keep up!"

With a sigh, Chen Mo switched off his Demonic Sect equipment and re-equipped himself with Iron Plate Boots, which then entered a two-hour cooldown period.

After saying that, Chen Mo grabbed He Miao by the collar and threw her onto his back, then picked up two large suitcases and rushed out.

"Holy crap, is Chen Mo that fast?"

In the blink of an eye, Chen Mo had disappeared at the end of the road.

Gu Feng felt that Chen Mo's speed was even faster than his own, a level six steel bone realm martial artist.

"Don't just stand there, we have to keep up!"

Ma Wanglin glanced at the car billowing black smoke, a blush creeping across her wheat-colored face.

"Yes, yes, Chen Mo is running too fast, we have to catch up with him quickly."

Gu Feng nodded, his blood and qi surging, unleashing his fastest speed.

Yang Zuo followed closely behind, and the unique movement techniques of the Celestial Race began to take effect.

Not to be outdone, Ma Wanglin gathered her qi and blood in the soles of her feet and used the Cloud Step.

...

In the training camp's monitoring room, the three grandmasters watched Chen Mo's team running wildly against the hurricane, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"These kids are still too impulsive."

Master Huang chuckled, hoping that these children would become more composed after this practical training.

"It's perfectly normal. If a young person didn't have this sharpness, would they even be considered a young person?"

Xie Qifu didn't think there was anything wrong with Chen Mo and the others; in fact, he thought that's how young people should be.

Those precocious kids are the most boring.

"Putting aside whether he's clumsy or not, Chen Mo's speed is frighteningly fast."

Master Gu stroked his beard and looked at Chen Mo, who was traveling at 140 kilometers per hour in the surveillance footage, and said.

"Indeed, this child's physical strength, vitality, power, total blood volume, and speed are all far beyond what is expected of his current level."

"In my opinion, Chen Mo's combat strength is at least comparable to that of an ordinary level seven martial artist."

"Of course, the combat experience of a level seven martial artist is far beyond what this child can match."

"But they also have a logistics support psychic, right? He Miao is a genius personally handpicked by Old Chu..."