On the Competition Stage, Xiao Yan and Yan Hao stood facing each other.
"I heard you and Xiao Fan are fellow disciples. I wonder how much of his strength you possess?"
Yan Hao looked at Xiao Yan across from him and spoke calmly.
His muscular physique put considerable pressure on Xiao Yan.
"At any rate, I certainly won't disappoint you, Senior Brother Yan Hao!"
Xiao Yan smiled faintly.
Yan Hao's words did not anger Xiao Yan.
Other people's recognition of Xiao Fan's strength only made Xiao Yan happy for him.
"In that case, let's begin!"
As Yan Hao's words fell, he and Xiao Yan charged toward each other at the same time.
Yan Hao was muscular to begin with, exceptionally powerfully built even among men. Compared to him, Xiao Yan's slender frame left the spectators deeply worried.
It seemed as though a single palm strike from Yan Hao would leave that frail body a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
Yet, contrary to everyone's expectations, Xiao Yan actually traded blows evenly with Yan Hao.
Although Xiao Yan seemed to fall somewhat short of Yan Hao in strength, he showed no signs of faltering, merely finding himself a little hampered.
Could it be... another Xiao Fan has appeared?
In the stands, a terrifying thought suddenly surfaced in the minds of many as they watched the two locked in fierce combat.
But they immediately suppressed that unbelievable notion.
Still, everyone watched the battle on the Competition Stage intently, afraid of missing any thrilling moment.
"Ha ha, good!"
On the Competition Stage, with Xiao Yan before him, Yan Hao laughed heartily. His massive fist never paused, smashing toward Xiao Yan again, only to be blocked by the Xuan Heavy Ruler in Xiao Yan's hands.
"I never expected you to give me such a