Seeing that neither man intended to speak, the referee wasted no time and shouted, "Begin!"
The instant the words left his mouth, Fang Ping leaped into the air. "Sevenfold Slash!"
A streak of saber light cut through the air as though it would cleave the sky apart, descending in the blink of an eye. At the same time, too fast for ordinary people to see, Fang Ping unleashed seven slashes at Li Hansong.
"Rise!"
Li Hansong refused to be outdone. With a roar, his head instantly gleamed gold. The golden light spread over his entire body, then converged on his fists.
The next moment, Li Hansong stomped down, shattering the arena floor beneath his foot. Then he raised his fists toward the sky, striking at Fang Ping's descending saber light.
Boom!
A tremendous crash reverberated through the venue.
The ordinary spectators felt the crushing pressure of their auras, leaving them dizzy and horribly uncomfortable.
A streak of blood-red light and a streak of golden light collided repeatedly in midair, sending out thunderous crashes.
The ordinary spectators could only watch the golden and blood-red lights clash. They could not make out what was actually happening at all.
They began regretting sitting so close to the front. All they could see were two streaks of light colliding, and it felt awful. As far as they were concerned, this was practically light pollution.
Up on the second floor, Lu Hao felt nothing at all. He could clearly follow their battle. Fang Ping's saber was growing faster and more powerful.
Li Hansong was no slouch either. He met every blow head-on with his fists, which suffered virtually no damage beneath their coating of indestructible matter.
Neither of them could be considered ordinary. An average peak Rank Four martial artist would not have lasted even