C282 If You Can Take a Punch from Me I will Take Your Surname!

In the arena, Yang Fann and Xia Yu stood a hundred yards apart, locked in a distant standoff.

Xia Yu stood his ground, his spine erect like a Supreme Divine Sword poised to cleave the heavens. Clad in white as pure as snow, his presence was ethereal, transcending the mundane, reminiscent of a Sword Immortal descended from above. A subtle