Hearing Bai Yaoyao's words, Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
"If Young Master Xu is not busy, could you come to our home with Senior? My master and my father both wish to thank you," Bai Yaoyao hurriedly said.
"Forget it. It was no great matter, and we will be leaving tomorrow," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
As the two chatted, the match in the center of the square reached its final stage.
Of the two young men fighting, the brawnier one let out a roar.
The muscles all over his body bulged high, tearing apart even the short sleeves on his upper body.
The brawny young man lifted the other man over his head and hurled him straight ahead.
Seeing the man being thrown, the surrounding crowd cried out in alarm and hurriedly dodged aside.
Xu Zimo frowned slightly, because the direction in which the brawny young man had thrown him was precisely toward him.
With a wave of his right hand, spiritual energy halted the oncoming man midair.
The man steadied himself on the ground. Still shaken, he panted heavily and hurriedly thanked Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo nodded, then narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the brawny young man.
The other man swaggered over, looked at Xu Zimo with a grin, and said, "I'm truly sorry. I only used half my strength just now."
Xu Zimo could almost be certain that the man had done it deliberately.
But he did not know him, and the two had never had any dealings. Why would he target him for no reason?
"Miss Bai, you came too? Are you here to watch our matches?"
At that moment, a young disciple from the Mountain River Sect stepped forward from nearby and smiled at Bai Yaoyao.
Bai Yaoyao nodded impassively and said,