Black and white stood in opposition.
"After this match, this so-called 'World Martial Arts Tournament' will be over. And it's only the fourth round. I thought you might have lasted a little longer."
Shechuan Ancient said calmly.
"It's too early to be saying that. Talk after you've won. Make your move."
Zhao Xuanqi's eyes were downcast, his tone peaceful.
HISS!! ROAR!!
But from within his body, it was as if countless beasts were roaring—the sound of his internal organs thrumming as his Evil Qi surged and his five viscera began to operate at full capacity.
Crimson, dark green, blue-black, platinum, and ink-black.
The five dark colors blended together as his aura condensed, spreading out like a swamp. A powerful, malevolent intent blanketed the entire stage. A pair of terrifying eyes lurked within the mire, observing everything, gathering power, ready to unleash a devastating blow at any moment.
