Chapter 61: Dominating the Arena

Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in an overbearing tone, "Who else wants to challenge me?"

His gaze swept across the arena, and the noble youths who had been clamoring to step onto the stage earlier fell silent.

Even Mu Zhan, who had been brimming with fighting spirit last night, now hesitated. Based on the previous battle, his strength wasn't much different from Wu Hao's, yet the latter hadn't even managed to scratch Chen Mo.

If he went up now, wouldn't it just be a waste of effort?

"A bunch of cowards," Princess Yao Yue muttered, puffing her cheeks in frustration.

"Me!"

"And me!"

Only two voices rang out from the Jia Nan Academy side—Lan Baixi and He Chuzhang.

Although their strength couldn't compare to the academy's renowned students, they were still Inner Sanctum disciples under the age of 25.

Both were at the level of Three-Star Dou Grand Masters.

While Chen Mo's display of power had shaken Lan Baixi's confidence—after all, he couldn't have defeated Wu Hao so effortlessly—he refused to back down.

One could lose a match, but one must never show cowardice.

Lan Baixi was a man of unyielding spirit.

Ruo Lin's expression wasn't looking good. She could already see that in a one-on-one fight, neither Lan Baixi nor He Chuzhang stood a chance.

Wu Hao had given it his all, yet Chen Mo hadn't even revealed a fraction of his true strength.

She suddenly began to understand why the Yunlan Sect, whose overall strength had always been weaker than the academy, had specifically invited them to participate in this friendly match.

Chen Mo tilted his neck, cracking his knuckles as his entire body emitted a series of popping sounds.

He glanced at the two of them and said indifferently, "Looks like it's just you two. I'm in a hurry, so come at me together!"

Whoosh!

The crowd below stirred.

Arrogant. He was simply too arrogant.

It was as if he had provoked the collective anger of the crowd. The noble youths who had previously backed down now stood up, emboldened.

Even Mu Zhan felt he could take him on.

"Me, me, and me!" In an instant, several figures stepped forward. Chen Mo's gaze swept over them, noting that the strongest among them was only a One-Star Dou Grand Master.

Chen Mo shook his head helplessly.

Well, beating two was no different from beating a crowd.

Chen Mo declared, "I accept all of you. Come up together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire royal garden fell into complete silence. Everyone stared at Chen Mo in stunned disbelief.

Given the strength Chen Mo had just displayed, if there had been a sliver of hope for him to take on two opponents, now there was none.

With so many people, each at least an Eight-Star Dou Master, they could easily wear him down through sheer numbers.

Not to mention, if they fought dirty, each grabbing an arm or a leg, they could beat him to a pulp.

"Isn't this kid being a bit too arrogant?" Even Jia Lao couldn't help but feel that Chen Mo was being somewhat presumptuous.

"Arrogant? I'd like to go up there and teach him a lesson myself," Mu Chen, a military man with a notoriously short temper, growled.

"That brat," Yun Yun muttered with a mix of amusement and helplessness. He was certainly making a spectacle of himself.

However, having witnessed Chen Mo's true strength, she wasn't worried.

The group surged onto the stage, and the already small arena became even more cramped.

"Kid, you've got guts."

"Kid, you're asking for trouble. Don't blame anyone when you lose."

The challengers fired off one comment after another, seemingly mocking Chen Mo for overestimating himself.

This friendly match had already showcased your brilliance, yet you still weren't satisfied and wanted to dominate the entire arena.

Do you possess the strength for that?

Dou Qi surged like a tide from everyone's bodies, the overwhelming pressure bearing down on Chen Mo.

At the same time, a surge of black Dou Qi erupted from Chen Mo's body, the unleashed momentum not at all inferior to the combined pressure of the others.

Mu Zhan frowned and shouted, "Attack together, hold nothing back."

As the most outstanding young member of the Mu Family, having fought on the empire's borders for two years, he exuded a commanding presence. His words actually made these proud noble disciples nod in agreement.

"Senior, what about us?" He Chuzhang, standing at the back of the crowd, asked.

"We won't make a move yet. Wait until they're all tangled up, then seize the opportunity to cut off that kid's retreat." Lan Baixi knew about the peculiarity of Chen Mo's movement technique and suspected he might escape the crowd's encirclement.

Watching the crowd charge forward.

Chen Mo's gaze remained calm.

He quickly formed hand seals, an increasingly powerful aura emanating from his body.

"What is this?" A bad premonition arose in Mu Zhan's heart. His battlefield-honed instincts made him sense the dangerous aura permeating the surroundings.

"Not good, retreat!" Mu Zhan suddenly bellowed, but it was already too late.

"Boom!"

In the night sky, thunder rolled, and a massive silver lightning pillar descended from the heavens, carrying the might of the heavens as it fiercely struck the competition platform.

Those charging at the front were directly blasted off the platform by the lightning's force, covered in wounds.

Mu Zhan retreated quickly, but the lightning pillar's area of effect was vast. He was still struck by the lightning serpents within the pillar, his entire body sent flying. Fortunately, there were people behind him to cushion the impact, preventing him from being thrown off the platform.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood sprayed from Mu Zhan's mouth, his body in a wretched state, no longer capable of fighting.

With one lightning strike, only a few remained on the competition platform.

The crowd was once again shocked, some even gasping in disbelief.

This was too fierce!

"This is the Yunlan Sect's Mystic Middle-Rank Combat Skill, the Thousand Thunder Incantation. I heard this Thunder Spell is extremely difficult to cultivate. Just the step of summoning lightning stumps most people. Yet not only has he mastered it, but he's also perfected it." Fa Ma said in awe.

A glint of light flashed in Yao Ye's eyes as she stared at the youth on the platform, her gaze growing brighter.

Lan Baixi and He Chuzhang were stunned. With one move, he had taken down a group, and there was even one severely injured. How could they fight this?

But surrendering was not an option. If they were to lose, they would lose with dignity.

The two exchanged a glance.

They split up, dashing towards Chen Mo from both sides.

Their entire bodies surged with Dou Qi, clearly giving it their all.

Those still standing on the platform with the strength to fight also aimed at potential weak points on Chen Mo's body, charging forward.

Watching the few charging towards him, Chen Mo wasn't too surprised. He had held back with the Thousand Thunder Incantation earlier. If he had struck with full force, everyone on the field except him would have died.

Then, it would have been hard to handle the aftermath.

The Devil's Wings unfurled, and with a flap of the wings on his back, his body instantly shot into the air.

As Chen Mo ascended, the few who had missed their attacks looked on in astonishment.

"Holy shit!"

The big shot who had been keeping a close eye on Chen Mo from below was astonished at the sight and exclaimed, "Dou Qi Wings? No, could it be a Flight Dou Skill?"

"What a kid, even possessing such a rare treasure." In Jia Lao's mind, Chen Mo had already reached a level that left him in awe.