The judge raised his hand.
"Mo Tianhai of the Verdant Sword against Mu Qing of the Ancient Forest!"
Mo Tianhai stepped onto the arena with firm strides. His expression was serious, but his eyes shone with an intense light. Finally, a real fight. A worthy opponent.
Mu Qing was already at the center, waiting.
The disciple of the Ancient Forest was tall and slender, with dark green hair that seemed to move softly even without wind. His robe was green and brown, embroidered with leaves and branches. He carried no visible weapon, but his hands were covered by a thin layer of living wood.
"It will be an honor to face you." Said Mu Qing, his voice calm like a stream.
Mo Tianhai laughed, a rough and confident sound.
"The honor will be mine. Don't hold back."
The judge gave the signal.
"You may begin!"
