While Gao Yue's mind was in a mess, Wu Mo gradually stepped onto the stage.
His footsteps were slow but extremely firm. He was completely unaffected by his surroundings.
Wei Jiaming had a cold smile on his face. He glanced at Wu Mo, and the smile on his face immediately turned into a mocking expression.
"Wu Mo, I gave you a week, and you put on this outfit? I don't think you have any defensive equipment. When I put a hole in you, the others will probably say that we're bullying you."
Wei Jiaming turned the spear in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile.
As soon as he spoke, the crowd immediately burst into laughter.
They felt that although the participant representing Unique Treasure Hall was a little arrogant, his words were not without reason.
There was not a single metal plate all over Wu Mo's body. Was he not going to be full of holes?
