It seemed Wu Yuan had read Chen Mo's thoughts. His brow furrowed, and every muscle in his body tensed.
Chen Mo had thought that, with this fellow's brute-like appearance, he would surely fly into a rage, or at least reveal his anger. Yet contrary to Chen Mo's expectations, Wu Yuan simply withdrew his gaze, choosing out of sight, out of mind. His expression quickly calmed.
With a face like that, it'd be such a waste not to be a brute, Chen Mo sighed inwardly.
His assessment of Wu Yuan's threat level rose another notch. This was an opponent who deserved special attention.
As for Gong Fengyu, the other Bloodline Warrior on the third arena, Wu Yuan happened to block Chen Mo's view with an arena between them, so Chen Mo could not make out Gong Fengyu's situation and did not pay much attention. They would surely face each other later anyway.
Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Mo turned his attention to the new disciples gathered around his arena and waited expressionlessly for their challenges.
Winning ten matches would let him advance, and everyone still had two chances. He would definitely advance, so he was not worried in the slightest. If anything, he wanted someone to step onto the stage sooner.
Yet after a long while, no one came up.
The time it took to burn an incense stick soon passed. Chen Mo calmly stepped down from the arena. Since no one had challenged him for so long, he had advanced without a fight.
He felt rather stifled inside.
He had not even done anything. How had he advanced already?
Why were these new disciples such cowards?
The new disciples: We're not idiots.
The five people on the platform were all Innate Grandmaster-level super experts. Their eyesight and perception were exceptionally sharp.