After all, he possessed resources from two worlds, so having some extraordinary traits is quite normal; there's no need to hide everything.
"Young Master Fang."
A one-armed middle-aged man stepped into the arena, speaking in a muffled voice:
"I, Mo Huo, have created my own One-Armed Saber Technique. Although it's not as good as your Boxing, it has its unique points. I hope everyone can offer some guidance."
As he spoke, his body swayed slightly, and the long saber hanging at his waist sprang from its sheath, landing in his hand, and he swung it forward in a mock chop.
The saber flashed briefly, and its power surged instantly.
"This man's name is Mo Huo. He was once a disciple of the Hundred Battle Saber. Many years ago, the site of the Hundred Battle Saber was razed by chaos troops, and he narrowly escaped."
Xue Yang introduced softly:
"Though he escaped, his right arm was severed, leaving only his left arm."
