After Xu Zimo stepped onto the fighting arena, he saw a man standing opposite him, dressed in a black vest with muscles bulging all over his body.
Even from a certain distance away, one could sense the explosive power contained in those muscles.
At the sight, the spectators below began discussing among themselves.
"Madman's injuries have healed. Looks like he's back in action."
"Although he lost his duel with Jian Ming, he was defeated with honor. Still, this Young Man he's facing seems unfamiliar."
Ignoring the noisy discussions around him, Madman raised his head and looked at Xu Zimo with arrogant pride.
He tilted his head slightly upward, lifting his chin as he looked at Xu Zimo. "Will you admit defeat yourself, or should I beat you flat on the ground?"
"What a racket." Xu Zimo shook his head.
He took a step forward, spiritual energy surging around him. In the next instant, he had appeared behind Madman.
"So fast!" Madman was greatly startled.
"Thousand Jin Drop!" he shouted hurriedly. The muscles across his body swelled high, and his entire body seemed to weigh a thousand jin as he pressed down against the ground.
Xu Zimo gave a light laugh, grabbed Madman around the waist with one hand, easily lifted him up, and hurled him through the air.
Madman crashed heavily onto the ground, and the sound of the floor cracking rang out with a series of sharp crunches.
"I surrender! I surrender!" Madman hurriedly slapped the ground and shouted.
He surrendered extremely quickly, because those were the rules of the fighting arena. If he did not concede, the other party would bear no responsibility even if he beat him to death.
In truth, Madman had stronger techniques, but seeing how effortlessly his opponent had defeated him, he knew