"Come up quickly, don't keep me waiting."
"If you're scared, just surrender."
"Don't let me waste my time here."
"Anyone can come."
Mingye, who had been waiting for a long time, did not see a single figure, so he continued to speak.
This time, there was a hint of contempt and disdain in his tone.
"Damn it, I'm going to meet him."
"Arrogant, Laozi makes you arrogant."
The next moment, two Great Hammer flew directly to Arena, and then hit Mingye heavily in front of him.
But Mingye didn't move from beginning to end, just looking ahead calmly.
The next moment, under Arena, a dull sound of footsteps sounded.
The sound was so heavy that every step he took was like a giant hammer hitting the stone surface, causing the monks around him to subconsciously step aside.
A strong man walked out of the crowd. He was more than a head taller than the average Human Race, with broad shoulders and a thick back, like a piece of granite chiseled into a human shape.
His head was bare, and the top of his head was round and full, glowing with a layer of bronze luster in the sunlight, like a polished bronze mirror.
He has a Chinese-shaped face, a square and wide mandible, high cheekbones, a broad forehead, and thick brow bones that almost press against his eyes.
His eyebrows are very thick and black, and his two thick eyebrows like thick ink are slightly twisted. The eyes under his eyebrows are not big, but they are extremely lively.
The pupils are dark brown, and the eyes are firm and steady, like two beasts trapped in a crack in the stone looking out quietly.
His whole body is covered with muscles.
The neck is as thick as a pillar, and the trapezius muscles are bulging high, like a pair of natural iron armor on the shoulders.
The muscles on the chest are surprisingly thick, the two pectoralis major muscles are full and hard, and the groove in the middle is so deep that it can hold a finger.
The abdominal muscles are clearly defined, and the eight abdominal muscles are neatly arranged, each one looking like an iron ingot that has been beaten repeatedly.
His arms are thick, and his biceps bulge slightly as he walks.
The muscle lines on the forearm are as clear as carvings, and the veins are coiled on the surface of the muscles like the roots of an old tree.
His palms are huge, the fingers are thick, the knuckles are covered with thick calluses, and the palms are covered with deep and shallow old marks.
He is wearing a grass skirt.
The grass skirt was made of some unknown dead grass.
The grass is grey-yellow in color, of varying lengths, and is braided roughly and randomly, barely covering the waist and hips, exposing the two thighs as thick as stone pillars underneath.
The muscles on the thighs are more terrifying than those on the upper body. The quadriceps muscles are like four iron plates that are forcibly embedded in the skin. When they are tightened, the skin will almost burst.
His legs were thick and powerful, his knees were covered with thick calluses, the muscles on his calves were bulging, and his Achilles tendons were as thick as arms.
His feet were bare, the soles of his feet were wide and thick, and his toes were as thick as garlic cloves.
The veins on the instep and the calluses on the soles of the feet are clearly visible, leaving deep wet marks on the ground.
He stood on the edge of Arena, stepping on the stone bricks with his bare feet, and his grass skirt swayed gently in the breeze.
"Come."
He raised his right hand and waved toward the center of Arena, with his fingers spread out and Heavenward Imperial Dynasty in his palm.
The two handles hit Mingye in front of him, and Great Hammer shook at the same time.
The hammer handle bounced off Arena, and the two hammers flipped around in mid-air, with the hammer head facing down and the hammer handle facing up, and flew back towards him with two dull sounds of breaking through the air.
Tieshan stretched out his hands, and the two hammer handles fell into his palms at the same time. He tightened his fingers and tightened his grip. The hammer head hung down by his side, and the hammer surface hit the stone bricks with two dull sounds.
The two hammers are completely black, and the hammer heads are as round as melons.
The surface is covered with dense pits and scratches, some of which are as deep as half an inch, and there are dark red rust stains on the bottom of the pits. It's obvious that too many things have been smashed.
The weight of the hammer head was extremely shocking, and when it landed on the stone bricks, the entire Arena shook slightly.
The handle of the hammer is as thick as an adult's arm, with a rough Grass Rope wrapped around the surface. The knot has been soaked with sweat and blood and turned black and hard.
There is a dark gray iron ring embedded at the end of the handle. The ring is engraved with very light runes, and the lines have been worn to the point where they are almost invisible.
There is a shallow palm print in the middle of the hammer surface of the two hammers. The palm print is three-thirds deep into the iron surface. It is the mark left by the thumb pressing when Tieshan has been held for many years.
Tieshan gently shook the two hammers by his side.
The hammer head drew two heavy arcs in the air, and the sound of the wind it brought was dull and thick, like the roar of two ferocious beasts tied by iron chains.
His dark brown eyes looked straight ahead, fell on Mingye's face, and glanced up and down.
"Tieshan."
When he spoke, his voice was deep and deep, like two millstones grinding against each other.