At that moment, the elite disciples of the two martial arts schools lay sprawled across the ring, gravely injured and spitting blood.
Some of them were even on one knee, staring at Su Mo in the center of the ring with terror and disbelief.
They had been utterly powerless against Su Mo. In the blink of an eye, he had dealt them a devastating blow, leaving them coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
Even the casual slash he had unleashed had been a perfect execution of Basic Saber Technique. It had nearly shattered their spirits, leaving them in utter despair.
They could only surrender and admit defeat.
Even Mo Chengjun, powerful as he was, coughed up blood, his expression complicated as he knelt on the ring in silence.
The gap between him and Su Mo was simply too vast.
After they surrendered, disciples soon came up onto the ring and helped them down to recover and tend to their injuries.
But the scene left the countless spectators utterly stunned.
"Su Mo's strength is terrifying. Even when all the elite disciples of Qiufeng Martial Arts School and Changchun Martial Arts School took the field, they still couldn't beat him."
"I saw Mo Chengjun use Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Palm at the Proficient Realm. I thought he might give Su Mo some trouble, but I never expected him to be defeated in an instant too."
"At the Body Tempering Realm, Su Mo is absolutely invincible. He's in a league of his own!"
The spectators were stunned, and so were many of the martial arts schools' senior figures. They could hardly believe what they had seen, and their voices brimmed with amazement.
"Old Yu, our Changchun Martial Arts School lost, but only in the Body Tempering Realm. You had Su Mo in that realm.