Song Qingyue had long anticipated this situation.
In truth, the many possibilities he had imagined were far more embarrassing than what lay before him now. But he could not stay away simply because it would be "embarrassing."
He had come all this way, and only at this stage had someone finally laid their hostility bare—and only through a challenge within the rules... He ought to be grateful to the Yellow River Assembly organizers.
Because many more difficult scenes to face, many problems that might have arisen, had already been erased in advance.
Properly, he walked out of the [Moon Chamber]. Properly, he made his way to the Martial Practice Platform. Properly, he greeted the referee, then greeted his opponent...
The Aquatic Race respected the rules of the Yellow River Assembly more than anyone!
The weak gained fairness under rules; the Aquatic Race gained survival under rules.
"I'm ready," Song Qingyue said evenly.
Yue Wenchuan had dark skin and a sturdy build. His muscles were not exaggerated, just a thin layer like iron plates nailed over bone. His scalp was left with only a blue-black stubble, and his cold brows and sharp eyes made him look exceptionally fierce.
Compared to the elegant Song Qingyue, he possessed more of a savage, untamed air.
But those who lived year-round beneath military orders held respect for rules even deeper in their bones.
So he returned the salute simply.
But he said nothing.
As a warrior, he had nothing to say. His weapon would speak for him.
Let it begin...
His bones had already begun to sound!
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Zhong Xuanyin's gaze shifted slightly, his expression calm.
As the host of the challenge match, Elder Zhong wore a tall crown and broad sash today, carrying quite the air of an ancient Confucian scholar. The