The next moment!
The two collided, without any order, leaving no trace of martial arts, only a pure desire for combat and slaughter.
You stab me once, I stab you once.
Extremely pure.
Thirty seconds later, Chen Mang, covered in wounds, pulled his blood-soaked finger out of Biaozi's eye socket. Staggering to his feet, he managed a pained smile.
"No good."
Soon after.
A white light flashed, and all of Chen Mang's injuries healed as he vanished from the arena, reappearing in the white space, but this time Biaozi was there too.
"Master Mang... it hurts!"
Biaozi's eyes were full of reluctance: "I was so close to winning, I want to try again. I didn't hit your vital point earlier, you went for my eye. Can I go for your eye this time? I was afraid to do it earlier."
"Sure, let's go."
...
In the arena, the moment the countdown ended.
The two charged at each other again.
"Ah!!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed in the arena.
