Helian Beifang stood alone at the northern uppermost row of the battle dojo's spectator stands. He leaned forward and stared at Sun Mo as his eyes glowed.
As someone from the barbarian tribe, Helian Beifang deeply believed that martial force was the most supreme one. Earlier, those teachers competed in what? Spiritual runes, alchemy? He completely couldn't understand them. But now that the two teachers were in combat, he was excited.
That Bai Qilin wasn't weak, but he was completely suppressed by Sun Mo.
It was one thing if he was suppressed by some powerful cultivation art. However, the cultivation arts Sun Mo was using could all be found for sale at the roadside stalls.
Yes, many high-year students might not recognize the cultivation arts Sun Mo was using, but all of them could tell that the amount of might produced wasn't strong.
The students whispered to each other while the great teachers were silent, fully focused on the combat.
