In the arena.
Wang Teng and Zhuo Tai stood facing each other.
Zhuo Tai held a battle sword in his hand. His aura was strong, and his gaze seemed to be shooting daggers. It was extremely sharp.
On the other hand, Wang Teng didn't carry any weapons. He stood there in a relaxed manner, his posture seemingly full of openings.
"Why isn't Wang Teng taking out his weapon?" Someone frowned.
"Where is his brick? Where are the boxing gloves?"
The audience was confused.
His opponent was obviously very strong, but why wasn't Wang Teng bringing out any weapon?
The first-year students were especially worried for him.
Chen Su looked at the duo. He was puzzled why Wang Teng didn't carry a weapon, but looking at his expression, this seemed to be his plan.
Feeling helpless, he shouted, "Start!"
"Bang!"
