Only Lu Yuan and Power King remained on the Mosa Religion's combat arena, a space so vast it could host a horse race.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
His heart pounded a little faster in his chest, pumping more blood. The fighting spirit in Lu Yuan's chest slowly ignited...
He quickly closed his eyes, opening them again a second later. A slight look of contemplation crossed his face, and the fighting spirit burning within him seemed to cease its growth, gradually diminishing...
"You seem a bit excited..." Power King, standing several meters from Lu Yuan, lowered the hands that had been crossed over his chest and spoke casually. "Yes, I imagine you've heard a few things about me before stepping onto this stage."
Power King strolled towards Lu Yuan, his posture nonchalant. As the muscles across his body undulated, an invisible momentum radiated from him.
"I heard you're somewhat renowned in this arena, recognized by many as a master?"
