The cold wind swept across the training ground, carrying snowflakes, yet the excitement inside couldn't be contained.
On the massive arena, two figures stood facing each other.
Terreda was bare-chested, his bronze muscles knotted and taut, battle patterns covering his entire body. In his hand, he held a Zhanshou saber nearly as tall as a person, its thick, heavy blade exuding a chilling cold light.
Opposite him, Xue Wuyang was dressed in a neat, powerful outfit, standing tall like a pine. His right hand held a long spear single-handedly, its tip angled toward the ground, the shaft steady with no hint of trembling, an imposing aura emanating from him.
Around the arena, thousands of Barbarian Warriors gathered in a dense crowd, each waving their arms and letting out rough roars from their throats.
"Boss, knock him out!"
"Show this newcomer the might of our Barbarian Race!"
"Ula—!"
