Chu Fengmian looked towards Lin Mozhu, speaking with a calm expression.
"Go ahead and make your move first. If you don't, I'm afraid you won't get the chance."
The moment these words were spoken, a deathly silence fell over the crowd, and then a multitude of clamorous voices erupted.
Everyone was almost in disbelief, looking at Chu Fengmian as if he was a fool.
"Has this kid gone mad?"
"Challenging one of the Four Great Talents, Lin Mozhu, and letting him make the first move?"
"Mad, truly a madman! Even those who are also among the Four Great Talents wouldn't dare to underestimate him like that."
"This kid probably doesn't even know how to write the word 'death.' I thought he was another genius, but he turns out to be a fool."
Despite hearing the crowd's discussions, Chu Fengmian merely smirked coldly.
He wasn't wrong; he was confident that he could defeat Lin Mozhu in one move.
Lin Mozhu's relied-on swordsmanship seemed childish in front of Chu Fengmian.
