Zhao Huayuan nodded with a cold expression.
Everyone turned to Chen Mo, waiting for his response.
A moment later.
"Fine."
His resolute voice echoed through the silent private room.
At that moment, he had no other choice. If he refused, Zhao Huayuan wouldn't let the matter rest.
Agreeing to it, however, gave him a sliver of a chance to withstand two moves.
For someone with Dark Jin to escape unscathed from a Hua Jin expert was nearly impossible.
But lasting two moves against a Hua Jin expert wasn't just a pipe dream.
Besides, Chen Mo still had Tiemang Technique hidden up his sleeve. He hadn't shown it in the fight just now, and it could help him withstand the first move.
As for the second move... he silently weighed his options. He would just have to leave it to fate.
With that thought,
Zhao Huayuan raised his right hand. He turned his palm over, and a surge of powerful force swiftly gathered in it, sending a gust of wind whipping in every direction.
Chen Mo had never seen a Hua Jin expert in action. Now he stood right before Zhao Huayuan, who was about to strike, and a sense of danger swept over him.
Whoosh—
As Zhao Huayuan raised his hand, the gust of force grew stronger and stronger.
Chen Mo began circulating Tiemang Technique. Layer upon layer of bronze-hard, iron-strong barriers formed over his bones and flesh, and the skin on his arms turned faintly dark.
"Hm?"
Seeing this, Xie Jinyou, standing some distance away, furrowed his brow. He's only been practicing Tiemang Technique for a few days, yet he's already reached this level. His Comprehension is downright monstrous. But whether he can withstand Zhao Huayuan's powerful strike will still come down to luck...
Chen Mo's expression was as