At that moment, Lin Sheng entered the arena, landing steadily on the alloy floor to stand opposite Wan Huo.
"I never imagined the Iron Bone Boxing Gym could produce a genius like you, someone who condensed special Yuan Gang. Unfortunately, your luck is terrible. You just had to come compete, so your fate was sealed from the very beginning." Wan Huo folded his arms across his chest and watched Lin Sheng with a faint, mocking smile, confidence radiating from every inch of him.
Victory in every battle had built his momentum to its peak. Every movement exuded an aura as mighty and heavy as a mountain.
Lin Sheng said nothing, merely watching him in silence.
"Interesting. Don't tell me you think being a second-tier master qualifies you to challenge me?" Wan Huo narrowed his eyes. Looking at that emotionless face, still as a pool of stagnant water, he inexplicably felt another surge of anger.
"All right, our final two contestants have entered the arena. This battle will determine the champion of the master tournament. Who will claim the final victory? Let's find out!"
The host's rousing voice rang out from the giant screens around the arena.
Whether in the stands or among the sea of spectators surrounding the plaza, everyone's gaze settled on the central arena.
Wan Huo spread his arms and smiled, savoring the feeling of being the focus of countless eyes.
Lin Sheng paid no attention to the countless gazes around him.
His untidy, shoulder-length hair hung loose, and scruffy stubble covered his face. He tore off the upper half of his Iron Bone Boxing Gym Martial Robe, revealing a lean, muscular torso that looked sculpted.
"Still putting on that brooding act? I hope you can stay calm when the match starts and I grind that face of