Warrior's Promise

Translator: Transn  Editor: Transn

"Who's the next?"

Su Mo's shout spread throughout the audience.

The Ironforest Country camp of over 200 Ulti-mystery Sect disciples shared a glum look.

Zuo Qiu was already the strongest among his peers.

After Zuo Qiu's death, who would have the bravery to answer the defiance?

No one responded. The Ulti-mystery Sect disciples remained silent.

"Hehe... So? Nobody?"

Su Mo sneered over his shoulder and said, "Weren't you all extremely insolent earlier? Are you all cowards now?"

He provoked with disdain.

Su Mo was already on the stage, and this was not enough for him to leave. He needed a few more kills to lift the morale of Skymoon.

The Ulti-mystery Sect disciples had slain many from Skymoon Country mercilessly as if they were soul-less vegetables.

Of course, Su Mo wouldn't hold back. The more he could kill, the better.

"Young man, don't be so savage!"

"You wouldn't even have a chance if the talents from Ulti-mystery Sect were here."

"The Ulti-mystery Sect will defeat each and every one of you in the next rounds!"

The Ulti-mystery Sect disciples looked furious.

Before, it was always their disdain toward the Skymoon Country warriors. Now it had changed. They were humiliated by their noses. This made them angry.

However, the anger did not blind them. They all knew this man was too mighty to be conquered.

No one volunteered to fight him next.

"So none of you have the balls to fight me?"

Su Mo scoffed and glanced over the Ulti-mystery Sect disciples. After a moment of silence, he issued a shocking challenge.

"All the Ulti-mystery Sect disciples at Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm can come up and fight me together."

Su Mo's cold voice spread out, and the audience suddenly quieted down.

"All the Ulti-mystery Sect disciples at Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm together?"

The audience held their breath!

The Skymoon camp was stupefied.

Even General Yuan Zhan from Skymoon Country looked stunned. "This young man is this confident?"

The shocked Ulti-mystery Sect disciples produced an audible shock wave of disbelief and fury.

"Damn it! He's gone too far!"

"What an unscrupulous man! I've never seen anyone so arrogant!"

"He's challenging all our Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm disciples! He's courting death!"

"This is a terrible insult! A bloody awful insult!"

"If this could be endured, what else couldn't?"

...

The Ulti-mystery Sect disciples were completely enraged. They shouted and roared loudly.

Many murderous eyes locked on Su Mo. They could not wait to chop him up.

"What? I said you could all come up together and still no one wants to? Forget about it then."

Su Mo jeered with disdain, "The Ulti-mystery Sect disciples are just a group of losers."

Su Mo's face was so full of arrogance, and his words were extremely harsh to the listeners.

He intended to enrage them and force them to fight.

Su Mo had observed carefully and noticed that only 30 out of the over 200 Ulti-mystery Sect disciples were at Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm.

30 something fighters at Lv 3 Spiritual Martial Realm martial artists were nothing to fear!

At Lv 2 Spiritual Martial Realm, he could already handle a large group of the Sky Alliance disciples at Lv 3 and Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm. Now, he had grown way stronger, and 30 Ulti-mystery Sect disciples were no big deal.

Certainly, Su Mo had reason to be confident.

He knew most of these Ulti-mystery Sect disciples were of average strength. Zuo Qiu was the one outstanding exception.

If these 30 disciples had Zuo Qiu's strength, he would lose the fight for sure.

However, that was highly unlikely.

A genius with a Martial Soul of the Rank 9 Human Class like Zuo Qiu was extremely rare.

"He's too arrogant. I'll teach him a lesson about death!" A rough-looking largely-built Ulti-mystery Sect disciple shouted angrily.

He turned to look at his peers.

"Brothers, this arrogant punk is asking for death. Let's help him."

The rough-looking disciple invited his peers to join him in the fight.

"I'm in! Kill him!"

"Me too!"

"Count me in!"

"He insulted us. He deserves to die! Let's fight!"

All of the Ulti-mystery Sect disciples answered his invitation passionately.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sound of wind broke out, and over 30 Ulti-mystery Sect disciples dashed out towards Su Mo.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

They stood in a row, about ten feets away from him, their faces all carrying the same murderous look.

General Mo Tie from the Ironforest Country replaced his frown with a sneer.

"An ignorant youth indeed!"

"The victory over Zuo Qiu has boosted your confidence!"

"You might be a genius, but how can you defeat over 30 martial artists at the same level as you?"

"These 30 Ulti-mystery Sect disciples are not as impressive as Zuo Qiu, but they are all gifted, bright, and strong."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have made it into the Ulti-mystery Sect, the top sect of the Ironforest Country!"

"Senior Brother Su Mo... "

On the city wall of Guanwu, Zhou Xin, Niu Xiaohu, and Li Feng looked very worried.

They knew how incredibly strong Su Mo was, but a fight against over 30 Ulti-mystery Sect disciples still made them worried.

"Is Su Mo too impetuous?"

"One against 30?"

"It'll be a very dangerous fight!"

"He-heh! Don't worry. Su Mo is never reckless. He knows what he's doing." Luo Qianfan said to the three, chuckling.

There seemed to be joy in his eyes as he quietly gazed at the field in the distance.

He knew Su Mo surprisingly well and held great confidence in him.

Luo Qianfan trusted Su Mo, but the rest of Skymoon Country did not share this faith.

Other disciples of the four sects had complicated looks.

They wanted Su Mo to kill the rivals and bring glory to the four sects of Skymoon Country.

At the same time, they did not want him to win.

Many Scorching Sun Sect disciples held a grudge against him.

In front of the army, Yuan Zhan's brows knotted.

"This disciple from Gale Island is too arrogant!

"One against 30?

"However strong he is, this seems a hard fight."

Yuan Zhan did not speak up to stop him.

He decided to sit and watch how great the young man was.

In the meantime, he prepared himself.

If this rare genius could not hold his ground against the Ulti-mystery Sect disciples, he would go to his rescue at once.

Thousands of eyes from the two camps were locked on the heart of the field, on Su Mo and his rivals.

"Young man, no matter how gifted and powerful you are, you will die here today!"

The rough-looking largely-built Ulti-mystery Sect disciple had a terrifying smile.

"Haha! It's already too late for you to change your mind!"

"We will chop you into mince meat!"

"That would be a treat for him. We're going to grind his bones into dust to avenge for Brother Zuo Qiu!"

...

The Ulti-mystery Sect disciples shared a fierce sneer, as if Su Mo was already a rat in their trap.

Su Mo glanced across the Ulti-mystery Sect disciples and answered coldly, "You done talking? Time to die then!"