A plume of thick smoke, like a dragon, burst from the dust, retreating to the edge of the arena.
Chang Shuangyue's skin had turned crimson, his muscles swelling as if inflated. His face was contorted in ferocity, veins bulging.
Dust filled the arena stage, where Chang Shuangyue's ruthless eyes coldly stared into the swirling motes.
Suddenly, a cyan silhouette shot out from the top of the dust cloud. Hu Qing's slender form became a streak of light, piercing through the dust and instantly appearing above Chang Shuangyue.
Hu Qing's entire arm was now covered in a layer of grayish-white rock.
The rock covering his arm, while providing protection, also increased the power of his fist. However, this type of enhancement wasn't particularly effective. How could a layer of rock, no matter how thick, compare to the metal armor of a Gold Attribute Star Martial Warrior?
Hu Qing descended from the sky, his fist viciously striking Chang Shuangyue's chest.
THUD—