On the tournament stage.
Chen Mo wore a luxurious black brocade robe, with a golden tiger-patterned belt of the same color around his waist. His black hair was tied up and secured with an emerald-inlaid gold ornament, while his tall, slender body stood perfectly straight.
Bright moonlight fell upon Chen Mo, making him look handsome and refined, while also giving off an innate air of nobility.
"Come on!"
Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, arrogance radiating from him.
"I'll show you how long you can keep acting tough." Dou Qi surged within Wu Hao's body, and a Dou Qi armor instantly condensed over his entire body. With a stomp of his foot, he shot toward Chen Mo like a gust of wind.
He would not follow in Chu Bao's footsteps. He immediately unleashed a Mysterious Tier Middle Grade movement technique, his body darting strangely across the tournament stage.
Spotting a gap in Chen Mo's defenses, blood-colored Dou Qi surged around Wu Hao's foot as he viciously kicked toward Chen Mo's side.
A sharp gust of wind howled past Chen Mo's ear.
Yet even now, Chen Mo did not dodge.
"He's facing a Two-star Great Dou Master. Isn't the kid being a little too reckless?" Elder Jia could not help worrying for Chen Mo.
"That kick carried lethal force." Fa Ma's gaze flickered.
With a muffled bang, the scene Wu Hao had imagined did not occur. His body suddenly froze in midair. His foot had not struck Chen Mo—instead, Chen Mo had firmly seized his ankle with one hand.
"This..." Ruo Lin's pupils contracted as she froze in place. Chen Mo still stood as steady as a mountain, with only his robes fluttering wildly in the wind stirred up by the force.
A full-powered kick from a Great