Yang Dao and The King stood two meters apart from each other after they gave up their weapons. Aldeon glanced at them and said, "Begin."
Before the two people even came to the colosseum, the people had been given an introduction to the contenders. The crowd was excited when they heard the old minister, Aldeon saying the magic word.
Yang Dao took the initiative to attack. His body leaned forward and he aimed his left fist directly at the opponent's temple. The King at first did not expect the kid to attack him and that too so viciously. Just when the latter raised his right punch to counter the incoming assault, Yang Dao's fist turned into a grappling claw.
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