"Let the match begin!"
The referee shouted, already retreating to the edge, and watched Chen Ping rather nervously.
Ma Yingjun had been waiting nervously for those very words.
As the referee announced the start, his short, stocky body reacted swiftly.
Although his fingers flew and he made quite a few mistakes activating his equipment, at least the display still looked rather intimidating.
He raised his arms, and three thumb-thick metal tubes flipped out from each arm, while two metal tubes as thick as an arm flipped out from each shoulder.
A pair of folded wings instantly spread behind him, and six metal tubes flipped out from each of his thick legs.
Another Soul Tool resembling a metal breastplate appeared over his chest. It was clearly a soul shield.
Calling him armed to the teeth would have been no exaggeration.
By now, the one hundred and eight Soul Guidance Guard Pillars had lit up.
Ma Yingjun had worked out his tactics before stepping onto the stage. His objective was simple: show his face and deal some damage along the way. That would be enough.
Once Chen Ping achieved fame and success and became a renowned Title Douluo who commanded respect throughout a region, he could brag and shoot the breeze with the younger generation of his family, telling them about the time he had exchanged blows with Chen Ping.
If Chen Ping did not kill him off instantly and he could instead hold out for a minute or two, that would give him even more to make a grand story of in the future.
Chen Ping? He was all right. Back then, he and I were evenly matched. I could hold him off for ages and gave him quite a bit of trouble.
This also showed just how deeply Chen Ping's