Arena 34 had become the center of attention.
Everyone in the venue had their eyes on it. Even the elite recruits fighting on nearby platforms could not help tracking it from the corners of their eyes.
On one side stood Jiang Yue, the dark horse who had won more than a dozen consecutive matches defending his platform and still seemed to have hidden depths.
On the other stood Zhan Feng, the madman ranked Fifth on the initial leaderboard, who had already become a true Martial Artist.
Everyone knew this would not be an evenly matched contest. It would be a brutal, one-sided crushing.
Clang!
The gong signaling the start of the fourth round had barely sent its first wave of sound through the air.
Boom!
Zhan Feng stamped on the platform and shot forward like a cannonball.
No opening stance. No probing attack.
The instant the fight began, Zhan Feng was already in front of Jiang Yue. He swung his right arm, thick as a tree trunk, and drove a straight punch at Jiang Yue's head!
Just how terrifying was his strength?
Once a Martial Artist crossed the thousand-kilogram threshold of the Skin Tempering Realm, his body underwent a fundamental transformation.
The deeper the foundation he had built as a Quasi-Martial Artist, the more explosive the gains he received upon breaking through.
Right now, Zhan Feng's ordinary strikes carried well over a staggering twelve hundred kilograms of force!
His maximum output in a fight to the death had never been measured, but it would surely reach an even more terrifying level.
Too fast! Too strong!
In that split second between life and death, Jiang Yue's mind had no time to think.
Acting on a flash of instinct, his body moved faster than his nerves could react. He pushed the Roaming