Atop the Golden Phoenix Underground Casino Arena.
A young martial artist, Han Yu, stood with his hand casually resting on his back, his eyes ablaze with layers of fighting intent.
Opposite him, the elderly Ishihara Aoi squinted her eyes, her cloudy gaze filled with murderous intent.
The two of them stared at each other, their gazes sharp as knives clashing in the vast Martial Arts Arena, neither willing to submit to the other.
Ishihara Aoi was a long-established expert. Before her injury, she had been a powerhouse of the Master Realm, her presence as ferocious as a tiger.
As for Han Yu, he epitomized the rising superstar. Whether it was the aura he projected in the arena or his performance, he was in no way inferior to Ishihara Aoi. In fact, he could even slightly overpower her, a typical case of a young calf not fearing the tiger.
The whole Martial Arts Arena, both the stage and the audience, fell into a suspenseful silence, not a single sound to be heard.