Bowie's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.
Suddenly, his huge body moved with an agility it had no business possessing.
So his size wasn't a burden after all. Look at him go.
Though Su Wu thought the way he moved looked like a rapidly advancing mountain of meat...
When his punch landed on the other man's stomach, only for the force to rebound, a thought couldn't help popping into his mind—
Could that guy's stomach be used as a trampoline?
He tilted his head to dodge Bowie's fist, which was coated in aura, then lightly stepped back a few paces. Whether he leaned aside or shifted his body, he easily evaded every attack Bowie launched.
"Damn it." Bowie pulled back his fist and glanced toward the stands.
"Catch, Bowie." A smiling spectator below tossed a knife onto the ring.
"The audience has thrown a weapon up to contestant Bowie!" The host immediately began commentating.
"Of course, as everyone knows, this isn't against the rules. The Sky Arena doesn't prohibit contestants from using weapons. Any weapon is allowed."
"Even having the audience throw one up during a match is fine! As long as there isn't a third person in the ring, it doesn't count as a violation!" She took the opportunity to explain the rules of ring matches to the audience.
Su Wu stood where he was, making no move to stop Bowie from taking the knife.
Once Bowie had it, he coated the blade in aura. The already-sharp edge looked even sharper.
It flashed with a cold silver gleam as he swung it.
The White-haired boy moved with the lightness of a dancer performing a routine, occasionally flicking his fingers.
Invisible slashes that no one could see struck Bowie's blade and body one after another.
Deep, diagonal gashes appeared