In this atmosphere of deathly stillness, absurd and mocking, Jun Mo walked through the air, step by step, toward the beggar, finally coming to a stop directly above his head.
Every martial artist and prodigy present locked their eyes on the man. Yet, under the weight of such intimidating and oppressive gazes, the tall, imposing beggar did not show a hint of cowardice. On the contrary, he remained calm and composed from start to finish, as if the collective stare of the crowd meant absolutely nothing to him.
Such immense psychological fortitude and presence could only mean one of two things: either he was truly powerful, and his appearance was merely a facade, or he was nothing more than a delusional beggar, so mentally fractured that he couldn't perceive the danger, let alone respond to it. Naturally, everyone chose to believe the latter.
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