Old Man in Grey Cloth's eyes flickered. He knew Li Mo was deliberately provoking him, but if he refused, it would make him seem truly afraid.
Besides, he wanted to deal with Li Mo as soon as possible, lest complications arise. He tightened his grip on his cane and said to Li Mo, "Fine, let's fight! Who's afraid of whom!"
Lin Taichu stood to the side, secretly delighted. This was exactly the effect he wanted. As long as the two turned against each other, he could defeat them one by one.
The people below the stage were dumbfounded. The two men who had just joined forces against Lin Taichu had suddenly started fighting each other?
"What's going on? Why are Li Mo and Old Man Zhang fighting each other first?"
"Could it be that they fell out over the position of Prince Consort?" "It must be! Look at Li Mo's eyes—he looks like he wants to kill Old Man Zhang right now!"
Wang Yue looked at Lin Taichu on the arena stage and noticed that although he was still panting, the panic in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a trace of composure. A thought suddenly arose in her heart—had Lin Taichu done that on purpose just now?
On the arena stage, Li Mo and Old Man in Grey Cloth had already begun fighting.
Li Mo's flexible sword was swift, and every strike was tricky. Old Man in Grey Cloth's cane, meanwhile, was steady and heavy, precisely blocking Li Mo's attacks each time. They fought fiercely, with neither gaining the upper hand.
Lin Taichu stood nearby, pretending to recover his strength while observing their moves.
He discovered that although Li Mo's flexible sword was fast, it lacked endurance. In a prolonged battle, Li Mo would easily run out of strength.