Two figures slowly approached under the watchful eyes of the crowd, finally stepping onto the ring to face each other.
Neither of them spoke. Their gazes locked. In a duel between powerful Martial Artists, the clash of their rising auras said more than words ever could.
Will locked, Spirit entangled.
It was something profound and mysterious.
The spectators surrounding the ring, though not the direct targets of the fighters' locked wills, could still feel a solemn pressure emanating from the two men. It was almost suffocating, like a great mountain looming before them, or as if they were standing before a towering, mountain-like idol in a sacred temple, not daring to make a sound.
This was the ethereal aura of a Martial Dao master.
But between the two combatants, this aura was far more tangible.
