Su Mo also came to power again.
Melee is the easiest and fastest way to compete at the moment.
If not, sixteen people will fight each other in turns to determine the ten strongest. Although it is fair, it will take a lot of time.
But melee is much simpler.
Sixteen people were scattered on all sides of the battle platform.
With the voice of the deacon: “Start!”
More than a dozen people’s momentum erupted.
The remaining dozen or so people are all masters at the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm, and none of them are weak.
Disciples with low strength were eliminated in the previous rounds of battles.
However, no one took the lead, and everyone stared at the others warily.
Lu Shaoyun, dressed in blue, stood on the battle platform with a calm expression.
Su Mo didn’t make a move either, but just stood quietly on the battle platform.
After waiting for a while, someone finally couldn’t help it.
A young man with rough eyebrows took the lead in attacking the person beside him.
Immediately, the two began to fight wildly, and the sound of explosions was endless.
As the two fought against each other, the prelude to the battle was immediately kicked off.
Many people looked for their opponents and made their moves one after another.
However, everyone’s strength is not much different, and it is difficult to tell the winner in a short time.
drink!
At this moment, a young man in gray came up to Su Mo and slapped him fiercely.
The cultivation of this gray-clothed youth is probably in the late stage of the sixth level of Lingwu Realm, close to the peak of the sixth level of Lingwu Realm, and his strength is very strong.
Slapping out a palm, the wind howling in the palm, the strength of the palm is like overwhelming mountains and seas.
“Let’s step down!”
The young man in gray shouted loudly.
“You think too much!”
What greeted the young man in gray was a fist, a fist that could pierce through the void.
Su Mo punched out, facing the palm of the young man in gray.
boom!
Fist and palm clashed, and the gray-clothed youth’s whole body trembled suddenly, and he felt an indescribable force rushing toward him.
Whoosh!
The gray-clothed youth came and went even faster, and was directly blown away by a hundred meters, and landed under the battle platform with an ugly face.
Su Mo shot with discretion and did not hurt this person.
A punch, still a punch!
The pupils of the few remaining disciples on the stage who hadn’t made a move suddenly froze.
Immediately, the eyes of several people stopped paying attention to Su Mo.
Start among others and look for opponents.
Su Mo’s strength was too strong, and they were not sure, so they could only choose other weaker disciples to fight.
So, after Su Mo defeated the gray-clothed youth with one punch, no one attacked him again.
He just stood on the stage, quietly waiting for the other people’s battle to end, extremely relaxed.
Of course, there is someone more relaxed than Su Mo, that is Lu Shaoyun.