"You are bound to lose!" Su Mo replied faintly, equally full of confidence.
The two stared at each other, the air thick with gunpowder.
For both of them, the position of Young Si was something they were determined to win at all costs.
Su Mo had been plotting for the position of Young Si for a long time. Only by becoming the Young Si would he have the opportunity to save Hong Qingxuan, and only by becoming the Young Si could he do as he pleased within the Witch Clan.
As for Wu Tianwang, he had waited far too long for the position of Young Si. He had lost to Wu Ling in the previous Young Si selection, and this was his last chance; he had to secure it no matter what.
"Dare to make a wager?" Seeing Su Mo so confident, the corners of Wu Tianwang's mouth hooked into a grim smile.
"I never turn down a challenger!" Su Mo's expression remained calm. He was extremely confident and would accept whatever the other party wanted to wager.
"Ten thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals, do you dare?" Wu Tianwang said in a deep voice. The stake he offered was massive; ten thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals were already a colossal fortune for any Martial Emperor Realm martial artist.
Especially for a low-level Martial Emperor like Su Mo, it could be said that even his entire net worth might not necessarily amount to ten thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals.
"It's a deal!" Su Mo nodded solemnly, accepting the opponent's wager without the slightest fear. Although he did not have ten thousand low-grade Spirit Crystals, he was certain of victory.
Gazing at the two figures surrounded by palpable hostility, the crowd felt their anticipation grow even more intense. Both of them were utterly confident—could it