143: Chapter 143 Family

The next morning, just past seven o'clock.

The uncle's house was already bustling with activity.

A rich aroma of meat drifted from the kitchen window, where the aunt was busy wearing an apron, preparing a high-energy nutritional meal for the Evolver. It could quickly replenish physical strength without putting a burden on the body.

Chen Ting's first match was scheduled for nine-twenty, so the whole family had risen before dawn.

The uncle paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, calling out to the house every few steps: "Tingting, don't warm up too hard, save your strength! Don't panic when you get on the stage, test the waters first, play it steady. Winning or losing isn't important, safety is first, do you hear me?"

"Dad, you've already said that for the fifth time." Chen Ting, wearing a black training suit, was warming up in the courtyard. She looked up helplessly at his words, "It's just a preliminary round, I'm very steady."

"Steady, what steady? Better safe than sorry." The uncle glared at her, but his tone lacked any intimidation, filled instead with nervousness.

Nearby, Chen Wei and his wife were squatting on the ground, helping Chen Ting organize her protective gear and spare towels.

Chen Wei jokingly teased, "Dad is even more nervous than you. I got up at two in the morning last night and saw him still smoking on the balcony."

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting." The uncle's old face flushed red, and he turned his head away.

As the family was joking around, the courtyard gate was gently knocked.

Chen Wei ran to open the door, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw the person outside: "Mo? Why are you here! You didn't even give us a heads-up!"

He turned his head and shouted into the house: "Dad! Mom! Mo is here!"

The people inside heard and came out to greet him. The uncle and aunt were filled with pleasant surprise when they saw Chen Mo.

Chen Mo smiled and walked into the courtyard, his gaze landing on Chen Ting: "Since Sister Ting has her first match, I had to come and see."

"It's perfect timing. Let me help you warm up; a little last-minute effort is better than nothing."

Chen Mo raised his hand to signal Chen Ting to stand still, "I will teach you a few techniques for dissipating force and generating power. It will be enough for the preliminaries."

Chen Ting's eyes lit up, and she quickly straightened her body.

This was personal instruction from the Speaker! Across the entire Federation, countless people would fight tooth and nail just to beg for a single bit of guidance.

Chen Mo didn't waste any words and began demonstrating on the spot.

His movements were not fast, and he broke down every Move to the extreme: how to use breathing to drive muscle groups, how to gather the strength of the whole body into one point, and how to dissipate the opponent's force the moment of contact before countering.

These were the most fundamental power-generating techniques, and in just a few moments, Chen Mo pointed out the core essentials of the Rhythm Realm.

Chen Ting already had a solid Foundation and understood immediately. In less than half an hour, she was practicing the movements with proficiency.

It wasn't until nine o'clock that Chen Mo stopped explaining.

"That's about it. Let's go, to the arena."

The uncle was just about to suggest driving, when he saw Chen Mo smile slightly, and his Inner World enveloped the whole family.

The next second, everyone felt a blur before their eyes, without feeling the slightest bump.

In the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked closely and realized they were already standing at the entrance of the Han City Central Arena.

"This... we're here already?" Chen Wei's mouth hung open, looking shocked; this was the first time they had experienced this.

"Let's go, let's go inside and watch the match."

At this time, the arena was already packed with people.

As the capital of the Federation, Han City was the strongest competitive zone in the entire Federation, gathering experts and having the largest number of spectators.

In the massive open-air venue, two hundred smart combat platforms were neatly arranged, built with technology provided by the Tianzhi Race, with a built-in global AI detection System.

Every combat platform could monitor the contestants' vital signs, power levels, and force-generating status in real-time. Once it was determined that a contestant had lost the ability to fight or was about to suffer a serious injury, an energy barrier would instantly rise to minimize casualties.

It was precisely this intelligent System that made the efficiency of the preliminaries astonishingly high.

With two hundred arenas operating simultaneously, over ten thousand duels could be completed in a single day.

The venue was filled with noise; the dull sounds of physical collisions, the whistling of punches cutting through the air, and the cheers of the audience intertwined, heat waves rushing to the sky, making people's blood boil.

Chen Mo restrained all his Qi, lowering his presence to the minimum, and sat in the spectator seats with his uncle's family.

No one could have imagined that this Federation Speaker, standing at the pinnacle of humanity, would be mingling in the crowd to watch a preliminary match of the Rhythm Realm Early Stage.

On the platforms, the young Evolvers were trading blows, and although their Moves could not be considered exquisite, everyone was giving it their all.

Some won by overwhelming force, others turned the tables with technique. The audience below cheered as the situation fluctuated, the atmosphere reaching a fever pitch.

Chen Mo watched calmly.

This was the Foundation of civilization.

It wasn't about how strong he was alone, but about the millions of ordinary people all striving forward along this path.

Not long after, the broadcast called out Chen Ting's number.

"Next match, Number 037 Chen Ting, versus Number 142 Zhou Lei."

"It's my turn!" Chen Ting took a deep breath and stood up.

The uncle and aunt straightened their bodies instantly, clenching their fists, even more nervous than the person on the stage.

Chen Mo glanced at the middle-aged man on the other side of the platform, and he knew what to expect.

The opponent was also in the Rhythm Realm Early Stage, but his power amplification was only 1.6 times, 0.6 times lower than Chen Ting's. The gap was obvious, and there was no suspense about the outcome.

Sure enough, after the match started, Chen Ting first exchanged two punches tentatively to get a feel for the opponent's style, then shifted her footing, dodged the opponent's straight punch, and whipped her right leg out fiercely like a lash.

Snap!

A crisp sound of physical collision rang out.

The middle-aged man groaned, flew sideways, and slammed heavily onto the edge of the platform, struggling twice but unable to get up.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

"Good! Little Ting is amazing!" The uncle slapped his thigh, standing up excitedly. The aunt also covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes full of pride.

The surrounding audience also cheered; this clean and decisive whip kick was highly spectacular.

On the platform, a medical robot quickly slid over, shining a pale green light beam onto the injured area of the ribcage.

The Federation's medical technology was no longer what it used to be. Ordinary fractures and soft tissue contusions could basically be recovered within fifteen minutes.

After a moment, the contestant regained consciousness. Although his face was pale, he was not seriously injured and bowed to Chen Ting with great grace.

It was a single-elimination tournament; once you lost, you could only stop here.

The rules of this competition were very fair: every time a match was won, the AI would score the contestant based on their performance and match them with the next opponent of similar strength. The entire process was randomly matched, preventing any possibility of throwing matches to farm points.

Each arena and each group would eventually select the top ten to advance to the state competition, screened layer by layer, and finally gathered for the Federation Finals.

Today, the number of Rhythm Realm Evolvers across the Blue Star had exceeded fifteen million, almost all of whom had signed up for the competition.

This tournament was not just about personal glory; it carried the expectations and honor of families, districts, and even entire states.

On the competitive field, some won their matches and cheered, with family and friends embracing to celebrate. Others were eliminated in the first round, squatting in the corners and covering their faces to cry.

There were also young children clutching their fists, their eyes shining as they said they would definitely sign up when they grew up.

The diversity of life was all on this single field.

Chen Ting's next match was in the afternoon.

The uncle looked at Chen Mo beside him, hesitated, and then spoke: "Mo, if you are busy, you can go back first. You have many things to do and cannot be delayed. It's fine for us to accompany Little Ting; she will be fine."

"Yes, Mo, you are now carrying the entire Federation on your shoulders, which is much more important than watching the match." The aunt added.

Chen Ting also turned her head and waved her hand with a smile: "That's right, go handle your business! Just wait to see your sister make it to the finals!"

Chen Mo looked at his family's earnest expressions, feeling a slight warmth in his heart.

They never asked for anything because of his status; instead, they were always thinking of him.

"Alright." He did not decline and nodded gently, "Then I will go first. Good luck, Sister Ting."

He did indeed have more important things to do.

As his voice fell, his figure disappeared silently from his seat.