"The second match! Contestants from the 'B' draw: Qin Yu, champion of Arena Four, versus Yang Jing, champion of Arena Seven. Take the stage!"
The Silver Armor Captain's voice had barely faded.
'It's him.'
Yang Jing's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and strode toward the main arena.
The bluestone floor was scorching hot under the sun. He walked with steady steps, but his mind was already racing.
Qin Yu had already beaten him to the stage. Clad in black martial arts attire, his figure was as straight and tall as a pine tree. He stood there, naturally radiating an imposing aura without any sign of anger.
He made no superfluous movements, merely watching calmly as Yang Jing approached. Yet, his eyes held a barely perceptible sharpness, like a falcon that had spotted its prey.
Yang Jing leaped onto the stage, his gaze locking with Qin Yu's. Their two intangible auras clashed in mid-air, creating a subtle turbulence.
