Deep in thought, Pei Ye once again crossed the fiery curtain to enter the familiar arena. His opponent this time was a sturdy man, traces of blood-streaked meat still caught between his teeth. He swayed slightly, ready to pounce, his bloodshot eyes, lowered and then raised, lending him the air of a hungry tiger.
This time, Pei Ye chose a style of fighting that involved exchanging blows for blows. Patience was needed to kill a wolf, but courage was needed to fight a tiger. If he was intimidated by the ferocity of his opponent, he would lose for certain.
Unlike the previous fight that featured myriad techniques, this fight was a brutal, bare-knuckle brawl. Gradually, they both revealed their ferocity, even abandoning defense. Instead, they tried to land heavier blows and aimed for more critical areas.
Their arms, ribs, stomachs, chins, crowns... Some blows narrowly missed, some were too fast to dodge and were met with a similarly heavy strike.