"The number each contestant draws ranges from one to twenty. Each number is held by two people, and those with the same number will be opponents in this duel.
The matches will proceed in the order of the numbers drawn.
Now, would the young talents holding number one please step into the ring!" Fang Wentian announced loudly.
Liu Zhi steeled himself and walked into the ring, holding his token.
Tang Yan swept his gaze across and saw Yao Yuan rising with a broad smile from neighboring Yu City's seats.
The spectators froze at the sight of the two contestants, then erupted in laughter.
"That's Cloud City's number one, and opposite him is Yao Yuan from Yu City."
"Don't underestimate Young Master Liu. Just the other day, he hammered Yao Yuan's palm with his face more than a dozen times!"
"Cloud City's not just weak, it's unlucky too. They're going to lose all face in the very first match!"
"..."
Liu Zhi's heart jolted at the sight of his opponent. Yao Yuan had left a shadow over his mind.
"If either side concedes, the other is forbidden from continuing to attack. Begin!" Fang Wentian commanded loudly.
"Young Master Liu, we meet again." Yao Yuan chuckled, a trace of mockery flashing through his eyes.
"Hmph!" Liu Zhi snorted, though he clearly lacked confidence.
"Are you going to concede right away, or let me slap you off the stage like last time?" Yao Yuan continued to taunt him.
"Concede, my ass!" Remembering his previous humiliation, Liu Zhi roared angrily and charged forward with his fist raised.
Liu Zhi might have been weak, but that did not mean he was stupid. If he did not want to lose right at the start, he had to unleash his full strength from the outset.
"Thunderclap Palm!"