The defensive formation around the Martial Arts Arena was like a transparent bowl turned upside down over the arena.
The formation had originally been transparent, but now, as smoke and dust billowed into the sky above the arena, vast amounts of dust surged upward before being trapped inside by the formation, filling the entire area it covered.
Within the smoke and dust, two figures moving at incredible speed could be seen colliding from time to time, each clash unleashing earth-shaking booms.
Cracks appeared in the defensive formation again and again, but Luo Wuling repaired them time and time again.
By now, Lin Bai and Lin Zhiwei had exchanged more than a thousand blows. Nearly half an hour had passed since the battle began, yet neither had gained the upper hand.
Boom!
After a deafening explosion rang out, the smoke and dust within the defensive formation gradually settled.
Only then did everyone get a clear look at the situation inside the defensive formation.
Lin Zhiwei stood on the ground, blood flowing from his seven orifices. His muscles, rugged as crouching tigers and coiling dragons, had split open inch by inch, and blood seeped out, dyeing him completely red.
Lin Zhiwei's condition was far from good. He had suffered heavy injuries, and his aura was in disarray.
But Lin Bai was not doing much better. Two fist-sized bloody holes gaped in his chest and abdomen, blood pouring out like a spring. The flesh of his left leg had been torn open, exposing stark white bones.
Seeing the wretched state of the two men, many people sucked in a cold breath.
Now, when everyone looked at Lin Bai again, no one thought he was weak anymore.
On the contrary, in the current Evil Moon Thousand Provinces, there were only a handful of people