Bu Mo had never felt so nervous. Even his breathing seemed about to stop. He dared not blink as he stared fixedly at the man lying on the ground in the arena.
Blood streamed all over him as he lay motionless on the ground. In the blink of an eye, the blood pouring from him had formed a pool.
Bu Mo clenched his little fists tightly. He desperately wanted to rush out and help Chen Mu up. Even now, he still had not figured out the relationship between Wei'a and Chen Mu. But he knew they were on his side. And just now, Chen Mu had won him over completely!
That figure, filled with a desire to fight and a thirst for victory, refusing to yield and battling with his life on the line, had branded itself deep into his young heart.
Stand up! Hurry and stand up!
Bu Mo shouted over and over in his heart. He clenched his teeth so hard they seemed about to shatter, his fists turned white, and his body trembled uncontrollably!
Not one of the three people in the arena remained standing. The chaotic crowd of onlookers gradually fell quiet. All eyes turned toward the man lying in a pool of blood, their gazes filled with respect.
His dazzling, magnificent card techniques, his strange and unfathomable final strike-and most heart-stopping of all, his savage battle intent, his thirst for victory so relentless that he cast even his life aside-had utterly conquered everyone! In all their hearts, he was a true warrior, a true Card Adept!
Every camera was trained on Chen Mu as he lay in his own blood. At that moment, the eyes of the entire Federation converged on the man lying on the ground.
A voice trembled slightly as someone in the