Zhou Yuanjue's figure gradually disappeared into the shadows of the arena's exit. On the other side, He Runlin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clutched his chest, and turned with a calm expression to walk toward another exit.
After both their figures had completely vanished from the arena exits, the venue remained deathly silent. Everyone was still immersed in the battle they had just witnessed.
For those in the Martial Arts Realm, the fierce clashes, the reckless determination, the incredible power and unimaginable techniques, the life-or-death struggle, and the will and passion to break through one's limits in the heat of battle—all of it left them deeply intoxicated.
And for the Decisive Fist enthusiasts, this match was also unprecedented.
Protective Gang Qi, Flowing Cloud Qi Blades... these unbelievably magical moves made them feel as if they had been transported to a Fantasy World.
