[ID]: Mad Demon Staff
[Rank]: First Rank
[Points]: 152
[Record]: 375 Wins, 360 Losses
[Bio]: My staff sweeps all before it. Come at me if you've got a problem.
[Enemy Reviews (99+ Excerpts)]: Has this guy ever won in 800 years?; The pressure is insane, he doesn't give you a chance to breathe; Terrible sportsmanship, he even gloats over your "corpse" after winning. Disgusting...; Does this dickhead only know one move?
Qin Feng remembered this ID well.
A month ago, when he had just entered the arena for his placement matches, he had run into this guy.
Back then, he had been completely helpless against the opponent's unreasonable, mad-dog-like suppressive staff techniques. He was beaten from start to finish, his head smashed in by a final staff blow, and the guy had even stood on his "corpse" and sent a taunting emoji.
"Bring it on."
Qin Feng's eyes sharpened.
The scene changed, and the two appeared in an ancient coliseum shrouded in yellow sand.
