When Fu Qian saw his first opponent, he momentarily thought the Black Knight had just changed his paint job.
It was yet another fellow clad in full armor!
Even though he didn't look as ostentatious as the Black Knight did, he was still armed to the teeth.
Fu Qian paid no attention to the referee's drivel, instead looking up with interest at the stands.
Above him, the stands were now a showcase of the Ring Islands' craftsmanship, filled with a variety of forms.
Three hands, four feet, scaly skins, long tails—constructions that challenged the imagination left spectators in awe.
Accompanied by the occasional howls, it almost felt like stepping into a Colosseum.
The only difference was that the beasts had moved to the stands.
Fu Qian wasn't an intolerant person, in fact, he was quite supportive of all kinds of body modifications.
In his words, he respected an individual's freedom to perfect their body as they saw fit.
