Though he was also a student of Spirit Martial Academy, Zhu Jin looked somewhat frail.
His build was not even much stronger than Yu Sheng's.
His face was rather cold.
He stepped onto the arena and likewise chose not to stand in the center, instead taking the corner diagonally opposite Yu Sheng.
Both of them crouched slightly.
Both were equally silent.
Even their pockets bulged in the same way.
Without looking at their faces, one might have thought they were the same person.
Yu Sheng watched Zhu Jin silently. After a long while, he suddenly spoke. "I never saw you in Sin City."
"..."
"My father came from Sin City."
After a moment's silence, Zhu Jin spoke softly.
Yu Sheng nodded.
They exchanged little else, and silence returned to the arena.
The instant the signal to begin sounded, the two young men in their respective corners moved almost simultaneously, charging toward each other.
Each held a dagger in a reverse grip.
And once again, neither summoned his Awakening Object right away.
As the distance between them narrowed, Zhu Jin suddenly drew a crossbow from his waist with his left hand. He stopped, sidestepped, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, aiming between Yu Sheng's brows.
Yu Sheng never stopped. He merely swayed slightly to dodge the bolt, then accelerated again.
Zhu Jin was not at all surprised. He kept more than three meters away from Yu Sheng, constantly darting around the arena.
His crossbow fired repeatedly.
Once he had exhausted his last bolt, he discarded the crossbow without hesitation, halted, crouched slightly, and slapped a palm against the ground.
Blood-red lines suddenly appeared across the alloy floor, which had looked perfectly clean.
They appeared to follow the exact route Zhu Jin had just taken.
Wisps of energy rose from the ground