Holy Light, Please Host Our Wedding

"Great, this feels great!"

The sweatshirt on Eric's upper body was torn in a fierce battle. It was a high-strength nanofiber leotard inside. He looked crazy and excited, like a bull which was injected with stimulants. He also resembled Dugu Qiubai who had finally found a worthy opponent.

"This trip has not been in vain. I haven't had such a delightful battle in a long time."

As the two men's battle track changed, the surface of the ring was constantly cracking. Every close combat master had feet that were capable of shattering the surface. Stability in the lower body was the basis of close combat.

The two guys in the ring had a great battle and the crowd was high watching them. There had never been such an intense battle in the conference until now. 

The battle between muscle tyrants and muscle tyrants were fierce and direct, and every punch was impactful.