"What were the rules of this contest?" Su Mo asked in a deep voice. As long as he could take the field, victory would be certain.
Thus, it depended on the specific rules.
"The contest is jointly held by our Wind Lightning Divine Sect, the Eight-Eyed Race, and the Shadow Race. It consists of four matches: one each for the early Martial Saint realm, mid-stage Martial Saint realm, late Martial Saint realm, and Martial Saint realm Paragon. Whichever side wins the most matches is the victor!" Xu Ming explained.
"What if two sides win the same number of matches?" Su Mo asked again.
"Then those two factions will continue competing!" Xu Ming said.
"I see!" Su Mo understood. Even if he could participate, he could only fight one match—the mid-stage Martial Saint realm match.
"Brother Su, this is a clash between top-tier prodigies. The sect has already decided on the participants; people like us cannot get involved. We can only hope that the prodigies of our Wind Lightning Divine Sect will win!" Xu Ming sighed, then rose to his full height.
"Brother Su, if there is nothing else, I shall take my leave!" Xu Ming said.
"Brother Xu, wait. Will you be going to watch the contest?" Su Mo asked.
"Of course!" Xu Ming nodded.
"Good. Then we shall go watch it together when the time comes!" Su Mo said with a smile. Though it seemed he could not participate, he could assess the situation then.
"Mm, farewell!" Xu Ming nodded. He did not think much of it and soon left Su Mo's residence.
"Interesting!"
After Xu Ming left, Su Mo shook his head and laughed bitterly. As the number one prodigy of Heavenly Desolate and the strongest Saint King in Heavenly Desolate's history, how could there possibly be any