The big man, resembling a great gorilla, hammered his chest vigorously before the crowd, roaring furiously.
He wore only a pair of leather shorts, his head sleek and hairless.
His build was extraordinarily burly, his arms as thick as an average person's thighs, the muscles bulging and shimmering with a reddish-bronze glow.
Such an underground fighter, regardless of his skills, at least provided the audience with a tremendous visual feast.
So when Bull Demon King appeared, he immediately sparked a chorus of cheers and shouts from countless spectators in the arena.
Their voices surged like a tide, even drowning out the deafening beat of the music.
Among the audience, some blew piercing whistles, some imitated the Bull Demon King's pose, waving at the formidable and fierce fighter, taking pride in catching his attention.
Interestingly, among Bull Demon King's enthusiastic fans, there were many glamorous and matured ladies.
