"Am I not handsome?"
Hiroshi asked.
Xu Mu nodded and looked Hiroshi straight in the eyes.
Hiroshi had double pupils, and they were not black.
"Your psychic powers and illusions are impressive!"
Xu Mu wagged a finger. Hiroshi's tricks had no effect on him.
Hiroshi stared at Xu Mu in silence, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to strike at any moment.
Everyone nearby, the spectators farther away, and the big shots watching the livestream clenched their fists. Cold sweat ran down their backs as they feared for Xu Mu's life.
Even Xu Hong could not help feeling tense.
She stepped between the two of them. "Go greet the other seniors. Whatever this is, you can settle it during the exhibition matches."
With Xu Hong intervening, Hiroshi stopped staring at Xu Mu.
"All right."
Xu Mu agreed softly, a playful smile on his lips as he looked at Hiroshi.
I'll deal with you later.
Hiroshi had regained his composure. His face showed utter indifference, and he did not spare Xu Mu another glance.
It was as though Xu Mu had never appeared before him.
Or perhaps, in Hiroshi's mind, Xu Mu was already dead.
Ignoring the arrogant Hiroshi, Xu Mu turned to the next expert.
"Hold on. You twelve are all seniors at the early Supreme level or the peak Champion level, right?"
Xu Mu spoke suddenly, giving the man no chance to introduce himself.
The old man froze at the question.
He nodded awkwardly. The other eleven did the same, baffled and unsure what Xu Mu was up to now.
Still, their nods answered his question.
"Good. In that case, I won't waste words. You twelve, come at me together!"
He rolled his shoulders and loosened up.
Xu Mu had no desire to waste more time.