In the following battles, Jiang Qingxue, Shan Ji, and Lin Qingrou displayed their prowess. Jiang Qingxue and Lin Qingrou repeated the same move, while Shan Ji used his Golden Armor to force his opponent out of the ring.
Zheng Wufang advanced again. He had to expend a lot of effort to defeat a peak second rank soul cultivator and barely advanced.
Calling it a struggle was only on the surface. Li Mo had been paying attention to Zheng Wufang all this time. He saw how Zheng Wufang defeated a second level soul cultivator. While it looked like it was a struggle, it was a walk in the park.
This guy was strong, but he was hiding it.
The last match of the third round was between Shi Zhenqiang of Shengjing and Hu Xiangxiang of Handong. Before the duel between these two, almost everyone believed that the performance of the Three Great Ferocious Men was the most outstanding and shocking. It was not until the duel between Shi Zhenqiang and Hu Xiangxiang that everyone understood what it meant to be the most outstanding and shocking.
Shi Zhenqiang's fart didn't stop, while Hu Xiangxiang spread her arms and let out a foul breath, fighting back with her body odor and bad breath.
A normal level of bad breath and body odor wouldn't make one an expert. Only something special, something extraordinary, could be called a 'talent'.
Hu Xiangxiang's bad breath and body odor didn't pale in comparison to Shi Zhenqiang's fart. Not only was it unbearable, but it also affected the soul.
One could smell it without even breathing. The two of them began to fight, and the audience below the stage retreated 50 meters to barely be able to withstand it.
Plop!
Plop!
Shi Zhenqiang and Hu Xiangxiang fought for ten minutes before both frothed at the mouth and fell to the ground.
The announcer stood far away, covering his nose, "A draw. Both eliminated!"
Shi Zhenqiang staggered to his feet, but the announcer pretended not to see it, as did the others.
No one wanted to watch such a bitter fight again.
Shi Zhenqiang was out, leaving Shenjing's Li Mo and Zheng Wufang in the fourth round.
Lan Yue declared the day's matches over.
Li Mo stood and went to greet Mo Zhennan.
Zhao Haisheng clapped his hands, "Splendid, truly splendid. I thought the Experts Alliance was done for after the old chief retired from the world. Who would've thought there would be so many newcomers? How surprising."
Zhao Haisheng had been there the entire time, watching from one match to the last.
Lan Yue sneered, "Zhao Haisheng, I must warn you. Everyone here is an official member of the Experts Alliance. Whether they win or lose, it has nothing to do with TS. If I hear you're trying to recruit them, don't blame me for being rude!"
"What are you talking about, Vice-leader Lan? I'm only here to watch a duel between the Mutants and broaden my horizons. How could I possibly have any intention of recruiting you?"
"That's for the best."
As Zhao Haisheng and Lan Yue conversed, their eyes never left Lin Qingrou, Jiang Qingxue, and Shan Ji.
Of course, he did not come here just to watch the show. He had recently been promoted to the Chinese Army God, and he was short of manpower. He was here to recruit a few of his favorite Inhumans.
Mo Zhennan was annoyed at Li Mo, "Kid, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"Forget it, come with us tonight. We can't stay here, the environment is too bad."
"It's alright, not too bad."
"What do you mean not bad?
With so many people crammed into a room, and there's even one who farts, stinks, stinks. You're the grandson of the Mo clan, a man of honor. Nothing you say will do. I'll call Ziwei and have her prepare a place for you. "
"Alright …" Li Mo agreed.
"Oh my, I was wondering how a kid could come to the Experts Alliance's testing. It turns out he has a backer."
The man with the birthmark, Zhang Ji, appeared out of nowhere and spoke in a strange tone.
This guy was like a toad, chasing after Li Mo all day looking for a sense of existence. Li Mo was used to his sudden appearance these days.
"You must be Mo clan's second master?
Let me introduce myself. I am one of Mobei's 18 sages, Overreaching Sage. My name is Zhang Ji! "
Mo Zhennan frowned at him.
"I didn't know this kid was related to the Mo clan. I've been guessing for days and now the truth is out."
Mo Zhennan asked, "What do you want? Do you need something?"
"Nothing. Let me introduce myself and we'll get to know each other."
Zhang Ji smiled at Mo Zhennan's confused expression, "I do have something important to tell you. I've taken a liking to this relative of yours. I want to take him as my disciple."
"What?"
"I want to take this kid as my disciple. Don't get too excited, it's just a whim. As for whether I'll teach him or not, that will depend on my mood."
Li Mo walked to Lan Yue and asked, "Vice-chief Lan, may I ask if I will be disqualified if I attack now?"
Lan Yue said, "No one is allowed to fight during the Expert Testing Grounds. If you do, you'll be disqualified."
Li Mo nodded.
Zhang Ji shouted, "What do you mean?
You want to hit your master?
Didn't you see your master's power?
You're pissing me off. It seems you don't know how to respect your master. "
Li Mo called Bai Wudi.
"It's none of my business. I won't help you." Bai Wudi waved his hands.
"You're not from the Experts Alliance. If you don't help me, who will?
Besides, tell me, don't you owe me a life? "
"I do, but I can't do it here. This is the Experts Alliance. If I hit an expert, won't I poke a hornet's nest?"
"Go to whoever you want. Right, I have a date tonight so I can't keep you company. Bye!"
Bai Wudi left in a hurry.
Mo Zhennan pulled Li Mo, "First, don't miss your date tonight. Your grandfather has been talking about you for a long time. He also has something important to tell you."
"F * ck, what kind of luck is this guy!"
Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.
Although the next round of the Expert Tournament would only begin tomorrow, the drawing of lots had already been decided.
Because of Shi Zhenqiang and Hu Xiangxiang's elimination, the list of 16 was now missing one. This meant that there would be a bye.
"Li Mo, it's Li Mo again!"
"Li Mo didn't get the last one, but it's all the same. That one's a bye!"
"This kid won twice without a fight, and the third time he's a bye. God damn … what kind of luck is this?"
"He's too heaven-defying."
"What heaven-defying? That kid is the Mo clan's grandson. He has a strong backer …"
"No wonder …"
Li Mo heard the crowd's discussion and knew he wouldn't have to fight tomorrow. He'd be in the next round.
His luck was pretty good.