The Fighting Arena was already full when Tony arrived.
Every seat was taken… entire arena is packed with large crowd. Tony just stared at a fat guy and found a position at the front, the leopard's presence doing the work of parting people without him needing to ask.
On the platform, both fighters were already in position.
Max Pitt stood on the opposite of the Arena… Grandmaster stage cultivation with visible killing intent. He held the Earth Rank spear loosely in one hand, the way people hold things they consider already won.
Even at rest, the weapon looks fierce— One can see the quality of refined material, the condensed martial intent embedded over years of work, the subtle weight of a weapon that had moved past ordinary grades.
The crowd watched the spear with great interest.
On the near side… Kevin Ten stood with death stare.
