That much was certainly true.
One of them was dark-faced and powerfully built, wielding a Hooked Sickle Spear—a weapon rarely used by martial artists, but far more common on the battlefield, usually against cavalry.
Yet this man used it in the opposite fashion, thrusting it unexpectedly out of blind spots before abruptly sweeping it sideways at an even stranger angle.
For a moment, countless spear shadows and sickle edges seemed to sweep past, slicing even the arena floor to pieces!
As for the other man...
He did not seem to use a weapon... or rather, his weapon was completely unlike anything people normally recognized as one. His hands were empty, but hundreds upon thousands of armor plates lay spread beneath his feet. As his fingers danced, they rose into the air and transformed into all manner of shapes, attacking and defending at will.
Beside them, Chen Luo looked surprised for only a few breaths before breaking into a smile.
"As expected of the Immortal Palace's spells. This really is impressive, like being there in person... And I never expected those two to face off. They're really going at it, heh..."
Zhou You glanced sideways.
"You know them?"
"...Not exactly. I met them once a few years ago, when I was mediating between two gangs... The fellow on the left calls himself Heavenly Mountain Guest. A pure martial artist, without a scrap of spellcraft, but his skill with that Hooked Sickle Spear is phenomenal. He's skewered quite a few famous experts. The other is Shadowless Profound Scale. Those plates are made from pangolins that developed spiritual intelligence. They're incredibly tough; ordinary weapons can barely scratch them. Add his secret technique, which lets him attack and defend with them, and he's a troublesome opponent..."
"Hmm..." Zhou You drew out the sound, but