In the plaza, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at Chen Mo on the field. After a long moment, he turned to the minister behind him and asked, "Is he Chen Mo?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, he is Chen Mo," a minister said.
"Not bad," the middle-aged man praised.
In the VIP seats below, Mo Li watched as Chen Mo's fame grew greater and greater, widening the gap between them further and further. If Mo Li had once hated Chen Mo before,
then now, he had transferred that hatred elsewhere. He intended to use Liu Ling to take revenge on Chen Mo.
The first thing he would do was destroy Nalan Yanran.
"How is it? Are you confident about tomorrow night's friendly match?" Mu Chen lightly tapped his fingers against the armrest and turned slightly toward Mu Zhan behind him.
"Da Dou Shi and Dou Shi are separated by a dividing line. So what if he can fight above his level? If he hasn't entered the Da Dou Shi realm, it's all meaningless," Mu Zhan said, brimming with Battle Intent.
Mu Chen raised a brow. "You broke through to Dou Shi?"
"I was lucky enough to break through last night."
"I hope so. Don't underestimate him. That kid has plenty of trump cards." Mu Chen said, "Remember, no matter the outcome, do not make an enemy of Chen Mo."
"Why would I make an enemy of him for no reason? As long as he doesn't get close to Ya Fei, maybe we can become brothers." Mu Zhan curled his lips.
"No matter how talented he is, he's only a Dou Shi right now. Maybe Wu Hao can defeat him without me even needing to take the field."
"Do not be careless. I heard he has