The moment their eyes met, Xu Xiaoyan's heart suddenly trembled as she looked at Su Mo's handsome face so close to hers. A blush instantly spread across her fair, delicate cheeks.
This was the first time she had observed Su Mo from such close range. She could even feel the breath from his nose.
Seeing Xu Xiaoyan's face turn as red as a monkey's butt, Su Mo patted the empty spot beside him, signaling for her to sit.
Xu Xiaoyan smoothed her short skirt before sitting down beside Su Mo.
Only after Xu Xiaoyan sat down did Su Mo begin to explain. "Practical combat training doesn't mean much to me."
"And if our cultivation were suppressed to the same level, Wu Zhangkong wouldn't be my opponent either."
"Huh?"
Hearing Su Mo say that Wu Zhangkong would not be his match at the same cultivation level, Xu Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. Her gaze instinctively turned toward the blue figure standing in the center of the training field.
In the middle of the field, Wu Zhangkong held the Sky Frost Sword. His agile figure darted among Tang Wulin and the other two like a ghost.
No matter how Tang Wulin and the others tried to organize a counterattack, they could not even touch the corner of Wu Zhangkong's clothes.
Wu Zhangkong was clearly fighting one against three, yet Tang Wulin and the others were the ones drenched in sweat and looking bedraggled. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought Tang Wulin and the others were the ones being surrounded and attacked.
Yet even someone this powerful was not Su Mo's opponent.
For a moment, Xu Xiaoyan actually felt a trace of inferiority, feeling that she was somewhat unworthy of Su Mo.
But after finally meeting someone like Su Mo,