Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back and declared domineeringly, "Who else wants to challenge me?"
Looking down at the crowd, the noble youths who had been clamoring to take the stage earlier all fell silent.
Even Mu Zhan, who had been brimming with Battle Intent last night, lost his nerve. Judging from the fight just now, his strength was not much different from Wu Hao's, yet Wu Hao had failed to so much as scratch Chen Mo.
Wouldn't going up there just be handing himself over to be beaten?
"What a bunch of cowards," Little Princess Yaoyue muttered, puffing out her cheeks.
"Me!"
"And me!"
Only two voices rang out from Jia Nan Academy's side—Lan Baixi and He Chuzhang.
Though their strength could not compare to the academy's renowned students, they were still Inner Sect Disciples under twenty-five.
Moreover, both were three-star Great Dou Masters.
Although the strength Chen Mo had displayed earlier had shaken Lan Baixi's confidence, since even he could not defeat Wu Hao so easily.
Still, he could lose the match, but he absolutely could not back down.
I, Lan Baixi, am a man of unyielding spirit.
Ruo Lin's expression did not look good. She could now see that in a one-on-one fight, Lan Baixi and He Chuzhang were absolutely no match for him.
Wu Hao had already gone all out, yet Chen Mo had not revealed any real strength.
She suddenly understood why the Misty Cloud Sect, whose overall strength had always been inferior to the academy's, had specifically invited the academy to participate in this friendly match.
Chen Mo rolled his neck and interlocked his fingers, loosening his joints until his entire body crackled.
He swept his gaze over the two of them and said flatly, "Looks like it's just you two.