Yu Yu is picking fights... again

The hot sun bore down mercilessly upon the arena, the air thick with anticipation as the crowd buzzed like a hive of eager bees. Xiang Yu stood at the centre, his calm demeanour contrasting starkly with the chaotic energy surrounding him.

There was no need to ask why he was here today. The legend of the fighting beauty had spread across the wastelands and this man had come to challenge him. Out of pure boredom, he decided to indulge him.

Valtor loomed before Xiang Yu, a towering embodiment of brute force. He seemed to stretch toward the sky, muscles rippling under a pallid skin that looked as if it had been dusted with the ashes of fallen warriors.

His teeth were a disturbing shade of green, a grotesque testament to his savage lifestyle, and his ragged clothing bore a certain dignity uncommon among the wasteland's people.