He stepped onto the polished obsidian arena, the defensive arrays humming faintly beneath his bare feet. He looked at Wu Gan, then at the distant platform where Ling Tian sat, his gaze sweeping over the arena with bored disinterest.
"Begin!" the Announcer bellowed, and the gong rang out.
Wu Gan wasted no time. With a guttural roar, he charged, his heavy steps shaking the arena floor. His fists glowed with Qi, ready to unleash a crushing blow. He was a practitioner of brute force, relying on his formidable defence and straightforward attacks.
The crowd, already unimpressed by Jian's appearance and low number, began to jeer. "Get him, Iron Skin! Show this outsider what Sky Cloud power looks like!" "Another weakling wasting our time!"
From the VIP stands, Ling Tian spared a passing glance
