At this, Fu Tong felt somewhat regretful. He regretted not refusing to challenge Su Mo, and instead should have waited until someone challenged him later on so he could figure out Su Mo's strength before making a move.
But now, it was too late for regrets.
His expression shifted for a moment before Fu Tong gritted his teeth, then waved his arm and sent a small pile of pure white crystals flying toward Su Mo. They were precisely mid-grade Spirit Crystals.
Everyone watching the battle could not help but sigh with emotion. Fu Tong did not lose unjustly, as the gap in strength was simply too vast.
The crowd gazed at Su Mo, secretly marveling in their hearts. He truly lived up to his name as the champion of the Seven Great Powers Martial Arts Competition, and was indeed a figure capable of sweeping through the evildoers of the Six Great Powers. Being directly promoted to core disciple as an exception, he certainly possessed the qualifications.
Gazing at the incoming Spirit Crystals, Su Mo smiled slightly, flicked his sleeve, and put those mid-grade Spirit Crystals away. At the same time, he could not help but marvel internally that these Spirit Crystals were far too easy to earn!
If people could endlessly challenge him and continuously deliver Spirit Crystals to him, why would he ever go take on missions!
This speed of earning Spirit Crystals was faster than any mission!
Immediately, Su Mo pondered briefly, then turned to look at the spectators who had followed along, asking in a clear voice, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me? Hurry up and come challenge me! For a wager of three hundred mid-grade Spirit Crystals, I'll take all comers!"
Su Mo increased the wager once again, his sonorous voice spreading across