In my ears, it's the sound akin to a mountain's roar and a tsunami.
In sight, shadows waving their arms up and down like waves.
At this moment, although the two hadn't yet fought, the atmosphere of the national Dark World Fighting Competition instantly reached a fever pitch, incredibly lively.
In this almost air-solidifying atmosphere.
On the left side of the arena.
Candle Sect stands silently, dressed in a well-tailored battle robe of red and black, with a ponytail like that of ancient people. The satin material of the black fabric blocks the view, revealing only a high nose and thin, somewhat harsh lips.
An innate sense of reserved aloofness arises.
Candle Sect faces Bai Xiao, confronting from afar. The surrounding air ripples like water, making him seem like the center of the Solid Rock Arena's aura.
This time, Candle Sect is more serious against Bai Xiao than any opponent he's faced before.
