I Rely on My Computing Power to Become a God in the Martial Arts World

Chen Mo traveled through time. Dress up as a border town boy whose parents don't want him, whose master died violently, and who has no power to restrain himself. There is no system, no grandfather, just a brain that spins too fast. Any martial arts is a data model in his eyes, and any layout is a probability deduction in his hands. He is not as hard as others with his fists - at least not before the body tempering stage. He was comparing who could see three steps ahead. The Jianghu is a chessboard, the court is a chessboard, and the world is a chessboard. And Chen Mo is the silent chess player. While everyone was fighting to death in front of the stage, he was already behind the scenes, dropping the first seed. This round starts with the Bluestone Collection.