One of Chu Zhantian's junior brothers, the skinny young man from the Azure Dragon Sacred Sect, acted without the slightest hesitation and decisively attacked Su Mo.
The commotion they caused had long since alerted the others in the hall, and everyone turned to look.
"This kid actually dared provoke people from the Azure Dragon Sacred Sect. Is he tired of living?!"
"Hehe! Offending disciples of the Azure Dragon Sacred Sect on the Azure Dragon Sacred Sect's own turf is utterly foolish!"
"Even if he doesn't die today, he'll be stripped of a layer of skin!"
The crowd shook their heads speechlessly, secretly thinking Su Mo unwise.
At that moment, the skinny young man's fist carried the force of ten thousand jun, blasting through the air as it instantly neared Su Mo's face. The fierce wind sent Su Mo's hair fluttering.
Just as the fist wrapped in radiant force was about to smash into Su Mo's face, Su Mo made his move. His body remained utterly still as he raised a hand and blocked the fist.
Bang!
With a muffled boom, force exploded and a wave of air swept outward, shattering many of the surrounding tables and chairs.
The crowd saw the skinny young man freeze in place. His fist could not advance even half an inch, firmly gripped in Su Mo's palm.
"So strong?"
"So he does have some skill. It seems this kid can fight above his level!"
"Even if he is somewhat stronger, he probably still won't be able to leave intact today!"
The crowd's gazes sharpened slightly as they discussed the matter in surprise.
At this moment, the skinny young man's face was flushed red. Su Mo's hand was like an iron vise; not only had it easily blocked his punch, it had also tightly clamped his