The Emperor

The host was still talking nonstop up above. "As the Rookie King, Yang Bo charged forward bravely, fearless of everything, just like a new recruit on the battlefield."

"Lin Nan, meanwhile, is like a battle-hardened veteran. He remains unfazed no matter what he faces. Let's see what kind of spectacular match these two will bring us today."

"Lin Nan's overall strength is extremely formidable. I believe many of you have watched his previous matches."

Yang Bo stood under the spotlight for a few more minutes before the host finally announced that betting had closed.

Only then did the spotlight suddenly disperse, and the lighting across the arena became soft, as though they were outdoors.

"Begin!" the host shouted.

There was no need to go into detail about the formal salute the two gave beforehand.

Lin Nan opened in a defensive stance, while Yang Bo abandoned his usual strategy of waiting for his opponent to make the first move. Step by step, he approached Lin Nan, his sword constantly pointed at him.

Yang Bo knew that if he got tangled up with this guy, the match probably would not end even after half an hour.

That would delay him from going home to grind the Doomsday Game and please his girlfriend.

So Yang Bo decided to take the initiative, regardless of victory or defeat.

As the saying went, offense was the best defense.

Whenever he made a move, his opponent had to consider every possible follow-up variation.

Yang Bo's steps were steady, his sword aimed at his opponent from afar. His entire body seemed full of openings, yet danger lurked everywhere.

Lin Nan instinctively wanted to retreat, but suddenly felt that something was wrong. If he backed away, he would likely suffer Yang Bo's storm-like assault.

So Lin Nan remained where