Chen Gang was forced back by the sword strike. He abruptly pulled back his massive hammer and swung it at Fan Lang's back of the head. The two engaged in close combat once more, this time both wielding weapons, making the fight even more perilous than before.
Dodging, seeking an opening, attacking, colliding...
In a short span of time, the two repeated this process over and over.
Outside the arena, the Taijin God Emperor and the others watched with great interest. An ordinary battle between Lower Gods naturally would not have caught their attention, but this battle was different. Its level was extraordinary and highly entertaining.
"Fan Lang can go back and forth with Chen Gang. His strength is quite impressive."
"Indeed. Even though Chen Gang has suppressed his strength, he is not someone an ordinary Lower God can handle."
"Who do you think will win?"
"Judging from the current situation, they are evenly matched, without any obvious gap between them. It is truly hard to predict the outcome."
"It is only a sparring match. There is no need to decide a winner or loser, is there?"
"Even if Fan Lang loses, it would not be embarrassing. If he wins, that would be even more incredible."
"Don't boost others' morale. In my opinion, Chen Gang will definitely win!"
Everyone voiced different opinions, each with their own view.
The battle on the arena continued. Both sides displayed their abilities and employed all sorts of methods.
Chen Gang tried every style he could think of against Fan Lang—sometimes fierce and forceful, sometimes soft and yielding, sometimes ingenious, sometimes cunning. He used an unknown number of different laws. Yet Fan Lang countered every move, escaping danger each time as though he were a flawless wall that not even water could penetrate.
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