"Cui Wanhe, you bastard! You're just holding that stage, and no one dares to fight you. Why don't you come over to my arena, and we can spar? How about it?"
On an adjacent arena, a bald, bare-chested giant with muscles bulging like granite shouted a challenge toward the Central Arena. His voice boomed like a great bell.
The crowd below instantly erupted.
"That's Sun Yan from the Iron Armor Martial Arts Hall! He's a Third Acupoint master, too. I hear he's already reached the Third Turn of his Nine-Turn Iron Armor Skill. His Hard Skills are terrifyingly strong—most Martial Artists can't even get past his defense!"
"Now we've got a real show on our hands. You don't think they'll fight it out right now, do you? Both of them are favorites to win the whole Martial Examination."
'Sun Yan?'
Su Yu's gaze sharpened.
Wang Nianshen had once praised this man effusively, claiming he made others 'lose any thought of comparison.'
