On the arena platform.
Special rules enveloped Jiang Ping An and Zhuo Shan.
Under those rules, contestants had to bear immense pressure, which hampered their speed.
An arena only a few dozen meters across was enough for them to fight in.
But the rules did not weaken the damage dealt by their laws.
Zhuo Shan stared coldly at Jiang Ping An.
He had no idea where Jiang Ping An, a Ninth Level God King, had found the nerve to challenge him, a Lower Lord God.
He must have something to rely on.
Zhuo Shan grew wary.
Still, he was not worried about danger.
He was a Lower Lord God who had earned excellent results in the Newcomer Assessment.
Whatever trump card Jiang Ping An held, it could not possibly threaten him.
Zhuo Shan intended to use this fight to teach Jiang Ping An a lesson.
Unfortunately, killing was forbidden in the Holy Land. Otherwise, he would have slain him.
Below the arena, Zheng Xionghan bellowed to Zhuo Shan:
"Junior Brother, beat that arrogant bastard to a pulp!"
He loathed that arrogant white-haired fellow and could hardly wait to see Jiang Ping An trampled underfoot.
Others below the arena whispered among themselves.
"Who's that white-haired man? A Ninth Level God King dares challenge a Lower Lord God?"
"I've never seen him before. I think his name's Jiang Ping An. He has a grudge against Zhuo Shan, so anger must have gone to his head. Otherwise, he'd never do something so stupid."
"Unless something unexpected happens, that white-haired man's going to get beaten badly."
Before the fight had even begun, everyone nearby thought they knew how it would end.
Only one barrier appeared to separate a Ninth Level God King from a Lower Lord God, but the gap in their combat strength