Indeed, in less than a moment, Mo Cheng could no longer defend himself completely. Jun Wuxi pierced a spear right through his thigh, and fresh blood surged forth.
Ah!
With his thigh punctured, Mo Cheng let out an immediate, miserable cry and retreated in a violent flash.
Bang!
Another fist radiance struck his body, instantly blasting him flying before he heavily smashed into the ground.
"Mo Cheng, I yield the victory to you!"
Jun Wuxi cupped his fists toward the fallen Mo Cheng.
"Cough, cough...!"
Mo Cheng coughed twice and scrambled up from the ground, his expression intensely ugly.
He felt profound reluctance in his heart; his strength was superior to Jun Wuxi's, yet the opponent had seized his weakness, ultimately causing him to lose.
Still, no matter how reluctant he felt, a defeat was a defeat, and there was nothing he could say.
Taking a deep, heavy breath, Mo Cheng turned around and walked back to the pavilion.
Out on the plaza, the victorious Jun Wuxi did not issue any further challenges to others, returning instead to the pavilion belonging to the Heavenly Spirit Sect.
Under normal circumstances, he would definitely have continued challenging others after a victory, but right now he was burning with impatience to know how Su Mo had managed to discern Mo Cheng's weakness.
Sitting down upon returning to the pavilion, Jun Wuxi immediately glanced at Su Mo and transmitted his voice via profound force: Eleventh Junior Brother, how did you know Mo Cheng's weakness?
Jun Wuxi did not want others to know that his victory over Mo Cheng relied on Su Mo's guidance, so he did not ask out loud.
Hearing this, Su Mo smiled and transmitted his reply: I am somewhat familiar with this person's depths!
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