The location for the spar was quickly decided.
By the afternoon, the training ground on the eighth basement level was no longer as desolate as the previous night.
The air was filled with the scent of disinfectant, sweat, and freshly applied anti-slip paint.
Although the great battle had just concluded, the martial artists' recovery speed was astonishing, with many already engaging in recuperative training or reflecting on combat experiences.
When Fang Qingyu and Wei Banmeng entered the rejuvenated arena one after the other.
The noise instantly quieted down.
The two figures were vastly different.
Beneath his mysterious black combat suit, Fang Qingyu's aura was as deep as an abyss, while Wei Banmeng remained in her matte black attire, her dark hair tied up, her posture straight as a spear, her eyes cold and focused.
The invisible aura around them was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
