Just like that, Xuan Mo made his way along and soon arrived at an underground plaza. Across from him, a young Taoist smiled faintly and said, "Brother, you're pretty cocky. Among the superhumans using supernatural abilities on this live broadcast, you're the first. Be good and let us supervise you, okay?"
Xuan Mo rubbed his chin. "Supervise me? Are you kidding? Do I look like someone who needs supervision?" As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together. "You want to manage me? Come on, let's spar." Then he pointed at the middle-aged man with the square face. "You're the one who said you wanted to fight me, right? Come on, let's battle."
Upon hearing this, the young Taoist nodded and assumed a Taiji stance. "Wudang's Wang Ye pays his respects, brother."
Xuan Mo coughed and said, "Oh, Xuan Mo of the Three Pure Ones Temple. My pleasure." His gaze sharpened, and he raised a fist, punching straight toward Wang Ye.
Xuan Mo's fist came with a howling wind, heading straight for Wang Ye's face. Wang Ye's figure swayed, and he deftly dodged the blow. After thirty exchanges, Wang Ye had been testing Xuan Mo's strength the entire time, while Xuan Mo seemed to be playing around. His punches and kicks had no discernible pattern, yet they carried a strange force that was impossible to read.
"Brother, what are you trying to pull? Show me some real skill, or I'm clocking out." Wang Ye dodged while yawning, looking utterly bored.
"Clocking out? Did you come here to sleep on the job? Your work attitude is far too careless." Xuan Mo curled his lips. "Fine. Since you're so eager to clock out, I'll send you on your way."
The moment Xuan Mo finished speaking, his eyes suddenly changed. His previously careless posture