On the matchup chart, Xuan Mo's opponent for the next round was none other than "Xiao Jingyun." The characters were written in a flamboyant, sweeping style that practically radiated arrogance. Four years ago, this was the man who had come to the Dojo to issue a challenge, pointed at Xuan Mo's nose, and said he was mediocre and no match for him. If Big Teacher hadn't held him back then, Xuan Mo would have charged over and fought him for three hundred rounds.
"Yo, isn't this Xiao Chenyun, who almost became my defeated opponent? Who would've thought that a dignified professional Go player would actually come to the Dojo to issue a challenge back then? If Big Teacher hadn't stopped me from fighting you, I would've beaten you so badly that your Dao heart would've collapsed." Xuan Mo folded his arms and spoke sarcastically, his voice filled with disdain and provocation.
Xiao Jingyun had been resting with his eyes closed. When he heard Xuan Mo's voice, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp gazes shot toward Xuan Mo like swords, as if they would pierce straight through him.
"Your defeated opponent? You?" Xiao Jingyun let out a cold laugh, his tone full of contempt and disdain. "If your master hadn't protected you back then, do you think you would've escaped unscathed? Today, I'll show you what a true master of the Go Dao is!"
"Oh? That's quite a boast. I wonder if your skills have improved at all?" Xuan Mo shot back without yielding. "Come on, let me see what impressive moves you've learned over these four years. Don't end up like last time, when I slaughtered you until you dropped your armor and fled with your tail between your legs!"
"You!" Xiao Jingyun's face turned livid. He clenched