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The atmosphere on the scene immediately became tense, with countless eyes fixed on the referee, awaiting the final announcement.

"The first match is between Jiang Mo and Zhang Chulan!"

The moment the matchup was announced, the entire stadium erupted in excitement.

A burst of exclamations and discussions erupted from the crowd, so loud it almost lifted the roof off.

Jiang Mo and Zhang Chulan?

Isn't this a joke?

Jiang Mo's strength is terrifying; he just healed Tian Jinzhong's seemingly incurable injury.

Although Zhang Chulan performed well, he was worlds apart from Jiang Mo!

This is like an ant challenging an elephant; the outcome is obvious!

"It'll probably be a crushing victory, won't it?"

"Zhang Chulan is really unlucky this time."

"It's impressive that Zhang Chulan could withstand even one attack!"

"We've all witnessed Jiang Mo's strength; he's someone who doesn't even put the Four Madmen of the Quanxing Sect in his eyes!"

"However, Jiang Mo will probably go easy on them, since they're in cahoots."

"Besides, I've noticed that Zhang Chulan and Jiang Mo are usually very close. Maybe Jiang Mo is deliberately going easy on him?"

"They probably won't throw the game too much, right? After all, it's a competition."

“We know Jiang Mo’s strength. He’s the kind of person who can make Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye kneel down with a single move.”

"With this kind of strength, Zhang Chulan might as well just surrender."

There was a buzz of discussion in the audience; some were curious, others were expectant.

Many people sympathized with Zhang Chulan, feeling that he was incredibly unlucky.

They actually encountered a strong opponent like Jiang Mo in the semi-finals.

"Big brother, what should we do?" Zhang Chulan looked at Jiang Mo nervously, his voice trembling and his lips shaking slightly.

"I can't beat you! You're just making me look bad!"

He rubbed his hands together, his expression a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment.

He was often reprimanded by Jiang Mo during training, but that was something that happened in private.

To be defeated by Jiang Mo in front of so many people would not only be a loss of face, but would also likely cause many people to look down on him.

Besides, Jiang Mo had previously told him that he would help him win first place.

But in the semifinals, he faced his older brother.

Even if Jiang Mo goes all out, he still wouldn't be a match for Jiang Mo.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan's expression was full of sorrow.

She stared blankly at Jiang Mo.

He clearly told Jiang Mo that he didn't know what to do next.

Jiang Mo looked at Zhang Chulan with amusement.

This guy doesn't even try to hide it.

You haven't lost your shamelessness yet!

He chuckled softly, patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, and a meaningful look flashed in his eyes.

"Don't worry, the competition will still go on. Just do your best. But you did give me an idea."

After speaking, Jiang Mo stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the center of the arena with a calm and composed demeanor, as if he were just going for a walk.

Zhang Chulan, standing behind, was completely bewildered and didn't understand what Jiang Mo meant.

But he could only take a deep breath, grit his teeth, and follow along to the field.

His steps were noticeably less composed than Jiang Mo's, even somewhat unsteady, clearly indicating that he was extremely nervous.

On the stands, Xu Si and Xu San exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes.

"Could Jiang Mo really be going to make a move against Zhang Chulan?" Xu San asked in a low voice, his face showing some worry, his fingers tapping incessantly on the seat.

"That guy can't withstand a single blow from Jiang Mo."

"I remember during the last training session, Jiang Mo only took it a little bit more seriously, and Zhang Chulan was bedridden for three days before he could get up."

"If I were beaten to a pulp in public, how would I ever face anyone again?"

Xu Si shook his head, trying to remain calm: "Jiang Mo knows what he's doing, don't worry."

"Although he's strict with Zhang Chulan, he's genuinely trying to help him and wouldn't intentionally embarrass him."

"Even if you embarrass yourself, Zhang Chulan won't care. Have you forgotten about the time he walked his bird around?"

They came here solely to take first place.

This gives Zhang Chulan and the old lady a chance to be alone together.

Then let's see if we can find Feng Baobao's memories.

If we get nothing this time.

Wasn't that 200 million just wasted?

So even though Xu Si said that, he wasn't entirely sure.

After all, Jiang Mo's personality has always been unpredictable, and he often does things in unexpected ways.

No one can predict how this match will unfold.

......

In the center of the arena, Jiang Mo and Zhang Chulan stood facing each other.

Zhang Chulan was visibly nervous; his hands trembled slightly, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes flickered as he dared not look directly at Jiang Mo.

Everyone present could see his unease, and many people were worried for him.

Jiang Mo remained calm as always, with a composed expression and steady breathing, as if he were attending an ordinary gathering rather than a life-or-death competition.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, showing no sign of defensiveness, clearly indicating that he didn't take Zhang Chulan seriously.

"The match begins!" The referee's command instantly created a tense atmosphere throughout the stadium.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to the field, waiting for Jiang Mo's first move.

Many people even stood up, afraid of missing any detail.

Unfortunately, to everyone's surprise,

Jiang Mo did not make any attacking gestures, nor did he mobilize even a trace of Qi.

Instead, he simply raised his hand to signal to the referee and said:

"I concede."

These three simple words were like a bomb, instantly detonating on the field!

The entire venue fell into a brief silence, as if time had stood still.

"What?"

"Jiang Mo admitted defeat? Did I hear that right?"

"How is this possible?! Did the referee misread the wording?"

"Are you deaf? It's not that the referee read it wrong, it's what Jiang Mo said himself."

"Even the referee was staring blankly at Jiang Mo, not knowing how this had happened."

"So Jiang Mo really admitted defeat? Did I hear that right?"

"Please, let the match start already. I want to see Jiang Mo dominate the field."

"Zhang Chulan hasn't fully revealed his strength before, isn't this an opportunity?"

"Let's fight quickly!"

"Referee, Jiang Mo is wrong. Please let them fight!"

"hurry up!"

The audience could hardly believe their ears and stood up to confirm whether they had misheard.

Some people even asked each other to make sure they weren't hallucinating.

The referee stood there, stunned, not reacting for a moment, staring blankly at Jiang Mo, as if waiting for him to take back his words.

This situation was unprecedented in the history of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, leaving him momentarily at a loss as to how to handle it.

Besides, this is Jiang Mo, isn't it?

He is widely recognized as the strongest person in the world of supernatural beings.

They just gave up without even participating in the competition?

Are you kidding me?

"You can begin the match now."

Never mind, he'll just pretend he didn't hear it.

Jiang Mo is mistaken.

Give him a chance.