Zhao Ting first stood in the circle.
The Great Elder also took off his shirt, baring his chest for the fight.
In terms of physique, Zhao Ting had no advantage at all.
Mudar and Zhu Xianxian both sweated for Zhao Ting; if he lost, it would be a huge embarrassment.
Meng Yao naturally had no worries for Zhao Ting.
As for Zhao Xiaoshu, he was somewhat worried in his heart. The Great Elder was the foremost warrior of Sanna, and Zhao Xiaoshu thought Zhao Ting had no chance against him.
Moreover, he wasn't just the top warrior in Sanna, but also renowned among the tribes beyond the borders.
With a glance at Zhao Ting, Zhao Xiaoshu quickly considered; if Zhao Ting lost, he should think up some way to save face for him, because his disgrace would be his mother's disgrace, which Zhao Xiaoshu didn't want at all.
The two stood face to face, neither moving first.
The onlookers were all excited, shouting loudly.
