Dugu Yan and Tuoba Xiong stood firm.
"The hour has arrived, let the match begin!"
As Si Yuzhang's voice fell on the arena, the originally noisy crowd below fell silent instantly, and all eyes focused on the center of the Martial Arts Arena.
Upon hearing the sound of the war drum, Tuoba Xiong immediately swung his fist, as large as a sandbag, towards Dugu Yan, who swiftly dodged aside.
Tuoba Xiong's fist, powered by the strength of his body, swung again at Dugu Yan, who gracefully dodged once more.
Si Yun frowned, wondering if the subordinate Zhan Lan had chosen was competent or not.
But seeing Zhan Lan sitting on a nanmu chair with such a calm demeanor, he felt somewhat reassured.
Mu Yan walked over to sit beside Zhan Lan, casually pushing over a plate of candied fruit.
Zhan Lan smiled brightly, as Mu Yan sat by her side, casting a glance at those harboring ill intentions toward his Lan'er.
The eyes from below the stage immediately shifted their gaze away.