The people around the arena where I stood were all shocked and stupefied. Unable to understand what was going on at first. But then another man stood out saying, "Nice tricks you got there, mind if I take you on?!"
His words finished with him jumping on the arena and challenging me. The man had a ragged appearance. And stank of alcohol, you could smell it from a mile away.
He also carried a polearm that was the only thing that was 'clean' on his body.
Most of his clothes were torn in many places and patched in others and he seemed to not have taken a shower in the last decade.
But, that wasn't enough to fool me. His cultivation base was at the Origin Realm. He wasn't someone weak or to be trifled with.
"Are you both ready?" asked the referee.
