At the sight of his first opponent, Fu Qian briefly thought the Black Knight had gotten a new paint job.
Another guy clad head to toe in armor!
He didn't look as over-the-top as the Black Knight, but he was still armed to the teeth.
Ignoring the referee's blather, Fu Qian looked up at the stands with interest.
The stands were practically a showcase of Ring Archipelago craftsmanship. All kinds of shapes and forms filled the place.
Three hands and four legs, scaly skin and long tails—every sort of structure that challenged the imagination was on display.
With howls erupting now and then, it felt as if he'd wandered into an arena.
Only the beasts had all ended up in the stands.
Fu Qian wasn't a man who lacked tolerance. In fact, he was quite supportive of all kinds of bodily modifications.
As he put it, people had the right to shape their bodies into whatever they considered perfect.
The problem was that the crowds with extra limbs in the stands had absolutely no sense of aesthetics.
Even clay dolls made by kindergarteners with their eyes closed looked better.
As the old saying went, looks were a kind of fighting power. If you weren't good-looking, you couldn't be strong.
Whatever White Tower Company's technology was like, its taste was abysmal.
By comparison, the succubus woman on the beach had been quite beautiful.
"Three, two, one. Begin!"
The referee finally announced the start of the match. Almost at once, Fu Qian's opponent rushed forward.
A gleaming greatsword sliced through the air with a howl.
Protected by armor, he'd abandoned defense and chosen a greatsword to take out his opponent in one blow. Even if he got hit in return, it would at most be a trade of injuries.
It was undeniably