"Demon against Buddha. This battle will truly be worth watching."
"Yes. We have to win this one."
"I think we can win this one too. This is Wuxin, the orthodox Buddha Son of the Buddhist order."
"The Buddhist order of the Central Region has kept this Buddha Son hidden all this time. His understanding of the Buddhist path and teachings has reached a level that grows terrifying the more you think about it."
"There's no suspense in this battle at all."
"He's a natural counter. Get him."
"Get him."
In the stands, the cultivators discussed the match in hushed voices.
They watched the two figures on the Arena.
One wore moon-white monastic robes, handsome and untouched by worldly dust; the other towered amid black fumes, hideous and terrifying.
From the outset, the confrontation between Buddha and demon carried a tension that felt almost fated.
Buddhist cultivation arts naturally countered the demonic path. This was an iron law unchanged through the ages, true since times long past.
Like water overcoming fire and light overcoming darkness, it was one of the most deeply rooted relationships of suppression within the laws of heaven and earth.
They looked at Wuxin's handsome face, his moon-white robes, and the string of Buddha Beads in his hand, glowing with a soft light.
Then they looked at the terrifying, nine-foot-tall Demonic Beast opposite him, and already had their answer.
Their gazes held certainty, ease, and even a hint of premature celebration.
Some had already turned away and begun quietly discussing who the opponent in the next match would be.
"Wuxin."
Wan Shan looked at the white-robed monk opposite him. His voice rumbled like a boulder plunging into an abyss, its sound waves making even space tremble faintly.
The corners of his mouth, split all the way to his