The air grew heavy as the crowd's cheering shook the grand arena. Dust and heat swirled across the battlefield, but no one dared to blink—every eye was fixed on the two figures below.
Xiao Rui's death stare locked with Zheng Han's shocked expression, the silence between them sharper than any blade. Slowly, Xiao Rui took a single step forward, his aura pressing down like a mountain.
Zheng Han exhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment. A twisted grin formed on his lips as he whispered, "Fine… if you still want to play…"
His eyes snapped open, green aura bursting around him like roaring wildfire. With a laugh, he roared, "Then bring it on!" and launched himself into the air.
He dove down, fist raised like a meteor crashing to earth. But just as the strike was about to land, Xiao Rui vanished.
