On the Martial Arts Arena, three figures flickered and clashed relentlessly. The battle was incredibly intense, a sight that left the spectating students both shocked and excited.
This was especially true for Lin Yun, who was fighting two against one. Facing two such powerful opponents, he showed no signs of losing. Instead, as time went on, his aura swelled, and his domineering presence radiated outwards, involuntarily drawing everyone's gaze toward him.
"Kid, you've got some skills, but against us brothers, you're still going to die today." Having failed to gain the upper hand, the two death row inmates weren't angry. It seemed they had already known of Lin Yun's strength beforehand.
Hearing this, Lin Yun's face filled with excitement. 'These two are just right. They're strong, but still within a range I can handle.' To Lin Yun, they were the perfect opponents.
