In Arena One, the referee stands on the edge, two silhouettes confront each other. One, dressed in a tight-fitting combat suit, a red kerchief tied around his forehead. His bare arms, home to coiling and powerful muscles.
The other, resplendid in a white robe, strikingly handsome. His demeanor relaxed and casual, eyes slightly shut, a smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, have you guys noticed? Our eldest brother has changed a lot these past few days, he's become more cheerful, it feels like his whole aura has...has…"
"Relaxed and unrestrained, always calm and composed," someone added.
"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I meant."
Distracted chatter from the disciples of the Yunquan Fist School could be heard under the stage, while warriors from other schools were engaged in hushed whispers and discussions.
"The second-rated versus the first-rated, what do you think?"
"How many moves do you think they'll need before there's a clear victor?"
