Jian Wushuang Against Xia Mang

Jian Wushuang's towering size burned with wrath following his thunderous roar.

"He joined the fight! He joined the fight!"

"This is a battle of certain doom! How is it possible that he agrees to join the fight! What courage!"

"Is that folly, or does he indeed wields strength enough to defeat his opponent?"

Cries and yelling drowned over the incessant chatters rising from the spectator's stand of the arena.

Seeing that Jian Wushuang appeared to accept his challenge, Xia Mang smiled maliciously. He flicked his wrist. A blood-red glove appeared out of nowhere, worn over his hand.

The glove exuded an aura of intense bloodthirstiness and malice, a clear sign that it was a strong and potent Emperor Weapon.

This appearance of the glove itself roused the fear of everyone present.

Many of the spectators present noted that Xia Mang had not used his glove when he defeated Li Tianchou.

"It seems that Xia Mang is thirsty for blood."