"Boom!"
Silver-armored and gold-armored Knights simultaneously stepped onto the duel field's stage.
The whole arena was trembling, as countless Heroic Spirits and spectators cheered and jumped with excitement, each rooting for their own favored warrior.
Facing the audience, Lu Ping'an calmly raised his right arm, his palm facing inward, and slowly clenched his fist.
That gesture, reminiscent of a victorious pose, aroused even greater cheers.
This was to express gratitude to those who had supported him all these days and to show confidence in his destined victory.
At this moment, under the gaze of the Heroic Spirits and the ancient city's audience, Lu Ping'an appeared neither as a challenger nor as a weakling.
"Boom!"
His opponent, the thrown black spear, blasted out a big pit in front of Lu Ping'an, heralding the opening of this duel.
Two Knights, well-aware of their steeds, began to slowly speed up.
