The iron gates at both ends of the arena slowly rose, and two figures emerged from the shadows of the entrance.
On the left was Wu Tianhe, stocky and dressed in an old-fashioned Martial Arts Uniform. A conspicuous red dot marked the center of his brow—an unhealed injury from his morning bout with Zhou Yuanjue.
On the other side was He Runlin, clad in a sea-blue Martial Arts Uniform. His physique was somewhat unusual compared to other Martial Artists.
He was nearly 1.9 meters tall. At first glance, his frame appeared robust and large, yet on closer inspection, his body lacked any defined muscle lines, nor did it carry a single trace of excess fat.
He didn't give off a bloated impression; instead, he seemed perfectly harmonious, as if all his muscles, sinews, skin, and other tissues were fused into a single, unified whole.
'Primordial Unity?'
Zhou Yuanjue's eyes narrowed slightly, a strange feeling washing over him.
