The atmosphere on the arena stage suddenly grew tense.
Shi Hao rolled his wrists, a smile on his lips, though fighting spirit had already ignited in his eyes.
"We've talked in the group for so long. We can finally have a real fight."
Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed. His azure robe fluttered lightly despite the absence of wind.
"Come on. Let me see what you can do."
The moment he finished speaking, Shi Hao vanished from where he stood.
It was not teleportation, but pure speed.
His fist, wrapped in golden vitality, shot toward Ye Fan's face like a meteor.
There was no probing strike, no holding back. This was the strongest blow he could unleash at the moment.
Ye Fan did not retreat.
He raised his right hand and spread his fingers. A hazy starry sky appeared in his palm.
The starlight flowed, forming a shield of light before him.
The instant fist and shield collided, the entire arena shook. The defensive formation engraved into the stage lit up at once, firmly confining the explosive shockwave within the arena.
In the spectator stands, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up.
"Damn, going all out right away? Little Hao's serious!"
Sun Wukong crouched on his seat, staring intently at the arena.
"That Ye Fan guy isn't weak either. He caught Shi Hao's punch with one hand."
Huang Rong cracked sunflower seeds, her eyes unblinking.
"Brother Jing, who do you think will win?"
Guo Jing watched the arena seriously.
"Brother Shi Hao's attacks are fierce, while Fellow Daoist Ye Fan's defense is steady. It's hard to say."
On the arena stage, Shi Hao's first punch failed to break through, but his second was already following up.
His fists grew faster and heavier, each punch carrying