"Pairs of two, begin the battle immediately, starting with you," a soldier said to a man standing at the front left.
The man nodded and walked straight to the arena, with the person next to him following immediately.
Soon, a hundred arenas were filled with pairs ready to battle.
At this time, Han Zhen's voice rang out again:
"You may use fists and feet, or you may use weapons."
"There is no concern for life or death, only victory or defeat, stop when a hit is scored. The martial arts tournament, begins!"
As his words fell, the two people on each of the hundred arenas quickly began to fight.
At this moment, dawn had broken, and the sun was shining down.
It seemed to be early summer, already somewhat hot, yet everyone stood in place, watching the battles with spirited enthusiasm.
Mu Rufeng was among them.
His position was in the first row, and it would soon be his turn to compete.
