In the arena, one was tall and another was short; one was muscular and the other was thin. The two figures stand opposed to each other, a subtle atmosphere gradually spreading between them.
"Stupid Bulldog, didn't think we'd run into each other…"
The pleasant sound of Lanxi's voice echoed from his thin lips.
"Damn Sissy, I really didn't expect to run into you in the second round." Moses grinned, his tone just as confrontational.
"Well, how about we try each other out?" Lanxi tilted his head slightly.
"I've been looking forward to it. It's been months since we last sparred at that banquet. I've made a lot of progress, I hope you won't disappoint me." Moses puffed out his chest, making himself look even bigger.
"Funny, I've made significant progress too. I hope you won't cry under my Hand Knife." Lanxi slowly lifted his right hand.
Upon hearing this, Moses inwardly sneered.
