On the hundred-foot-long, sixty-foot-wide arena platform, Zhao Lin and Yi Rihao stood facing each other.
They were strangers with no goodwill between them, so there was nothing to say. They didn't even bother with the formality of introducing themselves.
Zhao Lin offered a casual cupped-fist salute, then raised a fist, signaling to the refereeing elder.
To avoid wasting time, the match could begin as soon as one fighter on the platform raised their fist.
The refereeing elder immediately shouted, "One, two... THREE!"
Zhao Lin stomped on the platform and shot forward like an arrow from a bow. He rapidly closed the distance, unleashing an "Advancing Rush Hammer" punch from his waist, aimed at Yi Rihao's chest.
The energy behind the punch was almost tangible, its momentum like rolling thunder.
