In the ring, Kaiser's towering figure surveyed the crowd, silencing the entire arena.
Yansong Mountain, the Hall Master of Golden Blade Martial Arts Hall, wore a grim expression. Zhu Renliang, the disciple he had the highest hopes for this year, had already been defeated without inflicting any real damage. Of the two fighters left, who could possibly beat this white Ghost Elder?
'My own remaining disciple? Or the fighter from Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall?'
It seemed he could no longer see any hope of victory. If their opponent really managed a fourth consecutive win, the blow to the reputation of the three major martial arts halls would be immense.
'Just some random young Fighter is already this strong... Is there any future left for the traditional Martial Dao of the Divine Land?'
"What's the deal with this guy? Why do attacks landing on him have no effect?"
