Asahi Royal City, Martial Arts Arena. White Demon and Black Moon, two undefeated powerhouses, faced each other head-on. A great battle was about to begin, and the spectators throughout the stands erupted into feverish excitement.
"Empty-handed?"
Seeing that the former was bare-handed, White Demon glanced at the iron sword in his hand, frowned slightly, then flicked his right hand. The iron sword flew out and embedded itself in the stone wall with a clang.
"You may use a sword."
Black Moon looked at the legendary figure of the Martial Arts Arena before him and spoke calmly.
"To deal with you, there is no need for that."
White Demon answered indifferently.
With those words, the atmosphere instantly grew tense. After a brief stalemate, Black Moon moved first upon the fighting platform. Black currents of energy surged around him, astonishingly powerful.
As Black Moon moved, White Demon followed. He stomped down and shot forward, so fast that only an afterimage could be seen. White mist gathered around his fist as he threw a punch to meet his opponent.
As the two powerhouses clashed, shockwaves exploded outward. Runes rose one after another throughout the Martial Arts Arena, blocking the aftermath of the battle and preventing the audience from being harmed.
The battle was ferocious, fists and kicks flying back and forth. Every move was ruthless, every blow struck flesh. Both men were favored sons of heaven, dragons and phoenixes among men in both martial cultivation and combat experience. The instant they crossed hands, the fight became too intense for the eye to follow.
After ten exchanges, neither had gained the upper hand. A cold gleam flashed across Black Moon's lips. He stepped forward and swept through the air, and a black divine moon enveloped the entire fighting platform. In an instant, heaven and