In this head-on confrontation, the outcome between the two was immediately clear.
"Puh!"
Xu Xiu spat out blood and staggered back, almost losing his grip on his spear.
The young man only turned pale, his body leaning back, but quickly steadied himself and charged again, thrusting the spear tip towards his opponent's throat.
Seeing that Xu Xiu was about to meet his end, a silver spear intervened in front of the spear tip, causing the young man to leap back with just a shake.
"Enough."
Xu Seng stood in the middle of the arena, spear in hand, looking across:
"Senior brother, back then when the master passed on the position of Martial Arts Hall Master to me, it explained everything. You coming back now changes nothing."
"That was his senility." The crowd parted as a middle-aged man with a lean figure and strikingly red eyebrows stepped forward:
