Su Mo's voice was like thunder descending upon the world, rolling across the entire venue.
He did not know whether the martial meet allowed one person to challenge several opponents at once, but presumably, as long as they were all willing, no one would stop it.
Everyone in the martial arena widened their eyes, staring at Su Mo in disbelief.
Holy shit!
This Su Mo was really taking an inch and demanding a mile. Calling him arrogant had not been wrong at all—he actually wanted to challenge four people at once, one against four.
Although Su Mo had been conceited before, he had the formidable strength to back it up, so no one had considered him overly arrogant. But now that he had said this, he was truly far too arrogant!
True Dry Half-Saint, Elder Feng, and the other Dao Sect elders all changed expression, secretly cursing Su Mo for being an idiot.
With Su Mo's strength, as long as he challenged them normally, defeating every opponent would not be a problem, and he could easily claim first place.
Yet Su Mo actually wanted to challenge the four great prodigies at once. Was this not idiocy?
He clearly had a chance to take first place, yet he was doing something so unwise. One against four—even if Su Mo's combat strength was powerful, his chances of defeat far outweighed his chances of victory!
At this moment, however, no one was angrier than Yan Lan Tian, Zhuo Jianhao, and the other two.
Which one of the four was not a prodigy? All of them stood at the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor Realm. Being slighted by Su Mo like this, fury surged in all their hearts.
"Simply incomprehensible!"
"What an arrogant and insolent fool!"
"Are you an idiot? The four of us