Once the wind and snow had dispersed, Su Mo was nowhere to be seen on the training field. Only Wu Zhangkong remained, standing there with disheveled hair and a somewhat bedraggled appearance.
At that moment, Wu Zhangkong was in an utterly terrible mood. The power of Su Mo's Air Cannon had far exceeded his expectations.
If not for the fact that his Soul Power had been compressed, making it far superior to Su Mo's in quality, he truly would not have been able to withstand that attack.
Even though he had used his first soul skill, Frost Mark, to protect himself the instant the explosion occurred.
His clothes had still been shredded by the fierce gale, leaving him without even a trace of the East Sea heartthrob's former image.
Staring across the empty training field, Wu Zhangkong did not dare relax in the slightest. He fully activated his Purple Demon Eye, attempting to locate Su Mo.
Yet no matter how Wu Zhangkong urged his Purple Demon Eye, he could not catch sight of Su Mo.
Tang Wulin and the others watching from the side were dumbfounded as well.
On a training field without any cover, Su Mo had vanished into thin air as though he had evaporated from the world.
Only Gu Yue stared suspiciously at the ground. With her exceptionally high affinity for the elements, she could clearly sense that the earth element beneath her feet had become unusually active.
Suddenly, a fair, jade-like hand appeared beside Wu Zhangkong's right foot without warning and seized his ankle. Before he could react, Wu Zhangkong was dragged straight into the ground.
Only after Wu Zhangkong had been buried up to his head did Su Mo slowly emerge from the soil.
"You lost!"
Su Mo crouched down and looked down at Wu