"I'll do it!"
With a dull, low roar, a man named Wang Zhuang leaped onto the arena.
Broad-shouldered and powerfully built, his muscles bulged beneath skin gleaming bronze from long years of training. He was clearly an expert in Hardening Kung Fu, ranked somewhere in the eighties for the year.
Having witnessed Li Yiming's swift defeat, Wang Zhuang had his own calculations.
"Li Yiming lost because his body was too brittle—he couldn't even take a single punch. My Stone Skin Technique may not let me meet him head-on, but if I combine it with steady footwork to deflect force and circle around him, I can definitely hold him off for dozens of moves!"
Having made up his mind, he decided to stick to a circling strategy, focusing his attacks on Lu Jue's head and wearing him down.
The referee signaled the start.
Wang Zhuang immediately sprang into action.
His steps were steady as he moved quickly around Lu Jue. They lacked Li Yiming's nimbleness, but were far more solid, like a rolling boulder. His fists guarded his vital points, his eyes locked tightly onto Lu Jue's upper body.
Spotting an opening, he suddenly stepped forward, attempting to strike Lu Jue's head from the side!
The tactic was clear: attack where he had to defend, disrupt his rhythm!
Yet Lu Jue's response once again exceeded his expectations.
He simply took a step diagonally forward.
The step looked ordinary, yet it landed precisely in Wang Zhuang's path.
Wang Zhuang was not confident he could finish him in one blow, nor did he dare clash head-on, so he could only withdraw his fist and seek an opening from the other side.
But Lu Jue did not care how he moved. His mind held only one goal: force his opponent into a corner. Another