Inside the Soul Fighting Arena.
The crowd was rapidly gathering around one of the fighting grounds.
There was only one explanation for this.
Without a doubt.
The academy's two most prominent figures were about to fight again!
Looking at Ji Juechen, who was practically a human police dog, Chen Mo asked in bewilderment, "Before we fight, I have a question. How exactly do you manage to find me so precisely every single time?"
Under normal circumstances.
It was hardly surprising that Ji Juechen could find him for a fight.
After all, his whereabouts were clear.
But this time, he had only just returned, and Ji Juechen had already followed his scent here.
Chen Mo could not help wondering.
Had Ji Juechen planted a tracking device on him?
"Good luck," Ji Juechen replied simply.
Naturally, Chen Mo was not about to believe that.
He ventured a guess. "Have you been waiting specifically for me at the academy gates?"
"Yes!"
Ji Juechen answered without hesitation.
When he had heard that Chen Mo had gone into secluded cultivation.
He had deeply regretted not fighting Chen Mo before his seclusion.
As a result, he had spent the past two months itching unbearably for a fight.
To pass the time.
Aside from cultivating, he had practically lived in the Soul Fighting Arena.
He had challenged people everywhere.
But those people all knew how formidable Ji Juechen was.
Every time, his opponent surrendered before the fight even began.
Only Jing Ziyan occasionally fought a round or two with him.
But since cultivating the Sword Art, Ji Juechen's strength had risen like a boat on a swelling tide.
Jing Ziyan, who had once been evenly matched with him, was now no match for him at all.
Unable to satisfy his thirst for battle.
Ji Juechen had waited