"Since it's real combat training, it naturally needs to be strict and practical to validate what has been learned."
Before going onto the stage, the muscular old man glanced at him, "As for Stigma, I'll trust your judgment, but you're not allowed to use any weapons created with your Soul Ability. Can you handle that?"
"Bare Hand?"
"Yes, Bare Hand," Luo Lao said coldly. "The more people you chop down with those half-baked weapon techniques of yours, the further you're just wandering down the wrong path. Against that kind of trash, basic Drummer and Yu Step are enough."
"Easy for you to say. After all, he's Third Stage."
Huai Shi took off his jacket, threw it on a chair, and stepped into the rising elevator. "I'll try my best."
"Try your best? Hmph..."
As his seat rose, the old man appeared on the top observation deck, looking down through the glass at the two figures slowly emerging onto the field.
This is no child's play, kid.
