Chaotic Sword Emperor

Chapter 62 – Shall we compare?

"Can't beat him, so you accuse my brother of cheating? Have you no shame?" Huang Yiyun stomped her foot in anger as she saw the crowd jeering. She wanted to rush up and argue with them, but Tian Yuyue pulled her back.

"Teacher!" Huang Yiyun looked at Tian Yuyue in confusion. This was the crucial moment when they needed to speak up!

Tian Yuyue shook her head. There were only five of them, and their voices couldn't overpower the crowd. Besides, arguing was pointless.

"Yiyun, we have other ways."

Hearing this, Huang Yiyun finally calmed down.

"Where's the evidence?" Su Mu asked coldly, facing the crowd's slander. He glanced at them with disdain.

"How dare you look at us like that, you scum!" Su Mu's contemptuous gaze directly provoked the pride of both the old and new students. Anyone could look down on them, but not this piece of trash!

"Just because you can't do something doesn't mean others can't. Just because you're useless doesn't mean everyone else is too," Su Mu continued, a cold smile playing on his lips. If they wanted to use this banquet to humiliate him, his friends, and his entire division, he wouldn't mind trampling on their dignity.

An eye for an eye!

"If you can produce evidence, I'll step down myself. If not, then you're just a bunch of incompetent loudmouths," Su Mu said slowly, causing their pride to shatter on the spot.

The crowd's faces twisted in rage, their eyes bloodshot. How dare this piece of trash insult them!

"Enough!" Ma Yongfan shouted, glaring at Su Mu. "A little bit of skill and you're this arrogant? A trash Fate Palace, and you're proud of it?"

Su Mu turned to look at Ma Yongfan, frowning. He had thought Ma Yongfan, as the host, would at least maintain some decorum. But it seemed he was just as shameless, not seeking justice but instead blaming him.

"Whether I'm proud or not is my business. If you're not convinced, we can compete!" Su Mu's eyes flashed coldly. If they could use the banquet against him, he could use it to trample them.

"You!" Ma Yongfan was at a loss for words, his expression stiff.

The crowd fell silent, staring at Su Mu in disbelief.

"Did he just challenge Senior Ma?"

"He's just a Fate Palace Realm, daring to challenge Senior Ma at the eighth level of the Transcendence Realm?"

"Haha... This is the biggest joke I've ever seen!"

The crowd's anger turned to ridicule, mocking Su Mu's overconfidence.

"Senior Ma, fight him!"

"Are you afraid of a piece of trash?"

"Just one win and he's this arrogant. Senior Ma, show him the difference between heaven and earth!"

The crowd egged Ma Yongfan on to deal with Su Mu, not realizing how much he resented them.

"A bunch of idiots!" Ma Yongfan was so angry he could grind his teeth to dust. He knew very well whether Su Mu had used Sword Intent. His control was only at the seventh grade. If he really competed with Su Mu, the result might not be much better than the last guy!

If he lost to Su Mu, he'd lose face for life!

More importantly, even if he won, so what? Su Mu was just a new student, and as an old student, winning would be no honor. It wouldn't harm Su Mu at all!

And this was probably Su Mu's biggest confidence in challenging him!

"Silence!" After a moment of internal struggle, Ma Yongfan raised his hand and shouted. The scene instantly quieted down, everyone looking at him expectantly, hoping he'd give Su Mu a good beating.

"What are you looking at? Your father?" Ma Yongfan nearly exploded from their gazes, wanting to gouge out their eyes. Did they really want him to lose face that badly?

"As the host of this banquet, how can I step in? I'm also an old student; how can I bully a new student..."

"Not bullying, a fair competition."

Before Ma Yongfan could finish, Su Mu's words made his liver tremble with anger. He pretended not to hear and continued, "So everyone, don't make a fuss. The event should be harmonious!"

Hearing this, the crowd looked disappointed and glared at Su Mu.

"Consider yourself lucky!"

"If it weren't for Senior Ma's kindness, you'd be crawling away today!"

"Senior Ma, about his cheating..." A new student jumped up, reminding everyone of the cheating accusation.

"He didn't cheat!" Ma Yongfan quickly defended Su Mu, his face grim. Saying this made him feel incredibly conflicted. He was supposed to deal with Su Mu, but now he was defending him. It was unbearable.

But he didn't dare accuse Su Mu of cheating. What if Su Mu challenged him again to prove his innocence?

"No cheating? Impossible..."

No one questioned Ma Yongfan's words, but they couldn't accept it.

"Is his control really that strong?"

"Only Zhang An and Wang Ding could beat him!"

"Is he really going to take third place?"

The crowd gritted their teeth in frustration. They came to see Su Mu's downfall, not to watch him take the prize!

"At least he has some decency." Seeing Ma Yongfan clear Su Mu's name, Tian Yuyue and the others breathed a sigh of relief, gradually getting excited. Su Mu was definitely going to get into the top three!

"Top three?" Kong Qing glanced at them, then at Su Mu, a smile playing on his lips. His teacher wouldn't stop at third place!

Those rabble weren't even worthy opponents for his teacher!

"The competition continues!" Ma Yongfan announced, and the other new students began to take the stage, but none challenged Su Mu. They fought among themselves.

They understood that challenging Su Mu was a dead end. Besides, Su Mu fought too ruthlessly!

No one wanted to get injured at a banquet and have to attend class the next day.

"Damn it!"

"A bunch of cowards!"

Zhang An and Wang Ding gritted their teeth in anger, seeing no one dared to challenge Su Mu. Were they really going to let that trash take third place? A bunch of spineless wimps!

The next round of matches quickly concluded. Zhang An and Wang Ding took the stage, their eyes briefly resting on Su Mu before turning to other platforms. They didn't dare challenge Su Mu either.

They were both eighth-grade talents and wouldn't gamble their dignity and easy prizes. They wouldn't fight each other either, saving their showdown for the final battle for first place!

The crowd below watched the two take the stage, initially full of anticipation, but seeing them avoid Su Mu, they were disappointed.

"Even they don't dare. Su Mu's got third place locked."

"Hmph, just third place." Someone snorted, but the disdainful words were hard to swallow for others. Just third place?

"Ha!"

"Step down!"

Su Mu stood idly by the platform, watching the heated battles on either side. No one challenged him.

Only about fifty or sixty new students attended the banquet. With Zhang An and Wang Ding on stage, the event ended even faster.

The crowd below grew bored. It was always Zhang An and Wang Ding winning. They might as well look forward to the final showdown between Su Mu and the top three!