Standing atop the arena, this was how it felt.
Li Ang looked around. Illusory soft lights rose on all four sides of the arena, blurring the view of the outside world. It was a mosaic-like sensation.
On the other side of the arena, Gao Xiangming, seeing Li Ang looking around, couldn't help but draw a deep breath and said solemnly, "I practice Magic Skill, at the Initial Stage of Rain Listening, and I know thirty-six Spells. I am most adept in Ice Cold and Ice Split..."
Li Ang turned his head in confusion and glanced at the other man. Neither of them were Martial Artists or Sword Masters, so there was no need to announce their weapons before battle. What was he doing, announcing his background like that?
"Oh, got it," Li Ang replied indifferently and continued to observe the Arena Restriction.
