C532 Gloomy
Yang Silang suddenly vanished from his spot, ghost-like, with only shadows flitting about him. Whoosh! Tong Si felt a chill breeze on his back and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Cut the act!"
Yang Silang bellowed, his fist the size of a pot ready to strike, but it was abruptly stopped by a gnarled hand.
"This is the Fighting Arena, not a playground. If you want to fight, take it to the stage
