Hundreds of statues each carried a trace of a Fighter's aura.
This was clearly a mechanism the Ancient God had established to help challengers choose their opponents.
Among them, Tian Beng's aura was the strongest.
After Xiang Weisha made his choice, the Ancient God gave no further reply. The void above slowly tore open.
Before long, a crimson streak of light fell from the rift, crashing toward the platform like a meteorite.
Boom!!!
The 29-win platform shook violently. Spirit runes flashed across the ground, and a shock wave swept in every direction, making the hundreds of surrounding statues tremble slightly.
The dust cleared.
Tian Beng stood proudly in the center of the platform, his arms folded.
He stood three meters tall, his upper body bare, with interwoven crimson spirit runes branded into his Gentian Blue skin.
The savage beast totem on his chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as though it might come alive at any moment.
His powerful muscles gleamed like metal in the sunlight, each one holding the weight of mountains and rivers.
His shoulder blades were broad as peaks, his thick arms resembled coiling giant pythons, and his abdominal muscles were perfectly sculpted.
Simply standing there, he put immense pressure on Xiang Weisha.
Tian Beng raised his eyes then and looked at Xiang Weisha.
Deep within his eyes burned a flame of battle that seemed as though it would never go out.
He watched Xiang Weisha for a long time.
Then he smiled.
"Interesting." Tian Beng's voice rumbled like thunder. "In all these years, you're the first who's dared to choose me."
Xiang Weisha said nothing.
Standing where he was, he spread his feet slightly and took the opening stance of the Jiaodi Technique.
Tian Beng's expression remained unchanged as he asked with interest, "You