Clearly, Senior Brother Liu Feiliang had never thought highly of Su Mo. He believed Su Mo was bound to lose when facing Cao Xuanchu, the prodigy of Changchun Martial Arts School.
Of course, Liu Feiliang wasn't the only one. Second Senior Sister Ao Lingyu, Luo Lianbo, and Lin Yutong all felt the same way.
Many of the martial arts school's senior leaders didn't think much of Su Mo, either.
It wasn't that Luo Lianbo didn't believe in Su Mo. Cao Xuanchu was simply too strong. If Su Mo's opponent had been one of the other disciples, he might still have stood a chance, but against Cao Xuanchu, he had almost no hope.
After all, Cao Xuanchu was a genuine prodigy who had cultivated Basic Saber Technique to the Great Accomplishment Realm.
With a single slash, saber energy surged in every direction, its cold gleam razor-sharp. Even Qin Shuqin of Guande Martial Arts School had been no match for him.
After only a few exchanges, Cao Xuanchu had knocked her off the platform.
Liu Feiliang's reason for sending Su Mo into the ring was simple: to wear Cao Xuanchu down a little.
"Go, Su Mo!"
Although the school's senior leaders weren't optimistic about Su Mo, Xie Baolin, Ye Zongsheng, Sha Pengxiao, and the others cheered him on.
"Su Mo, when you face Cao Xuanchu, if you really can't beat him, concede right away. Don't try to be a hero."
Luo Lianbo walked over to Su Mo and quietly advised him. Though he knew Su Mo had no chance against Cao Xuanchu, he still urged him to be careful.
There was no shame in losing to Cao Xuanchu. After all, hadn't Qin Shuqin, one of their school's five great prodigies, lost to him too?
As long as Su Mo showed what he