"The first round of the group competition, He family, Polygonum multiflorum vs. Wu family and Wu Yong!"
Not long after, the first game of the arena competition officially started.
As soon as the referee gave the order, two people immediately stepped out from the two teams of the He family and the Wu family.
The man from the He family is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with dark skin, shining eyes, and murderous aura. He looks like a chicken at first glance and is not easy to mess with.
In contrast, the monk from the Wu family is only about 1.7 meters tall, and his figure is very thin. At first glance, he looks ordinary. Only the thin aura on his side can prove his identity as a monk.
Facing two monks with such a huge image gap, Yang Tian couldn't help but have a flash of curiosity in his eyes.
Who will win the first victory in this arena competition?
Although from an image point of view, Polygonum multiflorum must be a sure winner, but creatures like monks cannot be speculated with common sense.
Maybe this person named Wu Yong just looks ordinary on the outside, but in fact, he is actually something different?
With such expectations, both of them have already jumped onto the ring.
As the bell rang, they both shouted loudly at the same time and rushed forward.
Seeing this, Yang Tian's eyes flashed with surprise.
In his opinion, it was not surprising that the monks of the He family would use this fast attack method. After all, his conditions were here. The sooner the battle was resolved, the more effective it would be for him.
But this Wu family monk looks weak and small, but if he goes up to him and confronts others head-on, wouldn't he be worried about suffering a loss?
"Peng!"
The next moment, the two people on the ring collided with each other, fists against fists and heads against heads.
After a loud noise, the person quickly took a few steps back.
Judging from the results, it seems to be evenly matched.
Seeing this, Yang Tian couldn't help but be even more surprised. He looked at the Wu family monk with a bit of curiosity.
I can't tell, but this thin guy is actually practicing outer martial arts.
Although his figure is thin, his skin is lean and has been refined through thousands of blows, making it as hard as steel.
With such hard skin coupled with his deceptive appearance, it's no wonder that the He family monk was careless when he took action.
However, relying on his appearance, he could only gain a slight advantage in the first attack.
If the fight really continues, without hard work, I'm afraid it won't last long.
This is also true.
As soon as Yang Tian's thoughts flashed across his mind, the two men immediately meditated again.
Their cultivation levels are not very high. They compete more with the strength of their bodies than the richness of their spiritual energy.
Therefore, the fights between them did not have so many fancy moves, but only punches to the flesh.
As heroic voices sounded one after another, both of them were decorated with paint, and the smell of blood gradually filled the air.
Seeing this, the people around him couldn't help but become excited. Even the head of the Wu family next to Yang Tian clenched his fists and cheered loudly.
He completely lost his position as a judge.
However, these judges have no position at all.
After some time, after several collisions, the monks from the Wu family were obviously a little physically weak.
When he started again, his speed was much slower.
The same monk from the He family may not be doing much better. Although there are no injuries on his body, his face gradually turns pale and he is breathing heavily.
After another attack, both of them quickly took a few steps back, leaned on the ropes of the ring, and slowly exhaled, as if they were recovering their strength.