Chapter 1185

"Beautiful!"

Lin Cheng rejoiced inwardly.

His current cultivation level was at the peak of Stage Five; if he activated the Immortal Devil Body, his combat power would instantly reach Stage Six, and with the pile of mechanical servants and system equipment in his system warehouse, he could simply wear the opponent down.

This fight was won.

It was time to let the world see what true wealth power could do!

"The first match is about to begin! Please welcome the first pair of competitors to the arena!"

"Tiger vs. Iron Fist!"

Soon, the first match was announced by the referee, and Tiger and Iron Fist stepped onto the stage one after the other.

"Magician, set up the magical barrier!"

The magician beside the arena swiftly chanted a spell, and a faint transparent barrier enveloped the two fighters on the stage, allowing them to fight freely within its 17-meter boundary.

"Are both competitors ready?" Compared to before, when the referee used only his own voice, now his voice was amplified several times through a magical megaphone and carried clearly into the barrier.

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

Tiger and Iron Fist locked eyes, their gazes filled with intensifying battle lust; both felt their opponent was a formidable rival, and defeating the other would surely advance their martial path.

Such opportunities were far too rare along the path they had walked.

Must be cherished!

Simultaneously defeat the opponent!

"Then, the match begins!"

The moment the words ended, Tiger and Iron Fist launched their attacks, charging straight at each other with clenched fists.

Both unleashed their martial wills; outsiders might not see the clash of aura.

But in their own eyes, one manifested as a demonic tiger, the other as a humanoid form—two equally matched auras clashed first, generating an unparalleled shockwave and gust of air.

Had it not been for the barrier, this clashing gust would have directly blown over the spectators.

Even so, the airwave sent ripples cascading across the barrier's surface, leaving everyone in awe.

"Truly an astonishing standoff!" Lin Cheng remarked.

Both fighters' martial wills had reached a high level; this willpower enabled them to challenge opponents of higher ranks to some degree—truly a match of titans.

"Indeed! Not a wasted trip," Miss Qianhui agreed.

On the arena, neither side gained advantage in the aura clash; as soon as Tiger and Iron Fist drew near, they launched torrential attacks upon each other.

Tiger's strikes, as if possessed by his martial will, each punch striking like a demonic tiger's claw swipe, slashing down hard on the opponent.

On the other side, Iron Fist was no different—he used fists and kicks alike, parrying Tiger's attacks one by one and counterattacking swiftly.

"Spinning Kick!"

In a fleeting pause within Tiger's attack rhythm, Iron Fist seized the opening, executing a spinning kick that struck Tiger squarely on the cheek, sending him rolling sideways.

But Tiger was no pushover—he used the momentum of the roll to spin an extra full circle, quickly dissipating the kick's force, then landed steadily.

He rubbed his cheek, spat out a mouthful of blood and phlegm, and charged forward again.

"Again!"

Iron Fist had injured Tiger with the spinning kick; Tiger naturally retaliated—when one punch missed, he threw another; when both fists failed, he switched to kicks, alternating his attacks with sudden rhythm changes, forcing Iron Fist to counter with leg techniques.

But at that moment, Tiger abruptly changed his rhythm again: with a rooted, mountain-steady stance, he hooked Iron Fist's right leg with his left, then drove his right fist straight into Iron Fist's face.

Iron Fist naturally blocked with his fists—but the next second, Tiger shifted posture, suddenly releasing the hooked leg and smashing his right knee hard into Iron Fist's left knee.

Instantly, Iron Fist lost his balance; Tiger immediately returned the same spinning kick, easily striking Iron Fist's cheek.

Iron Fist rolled straight away, but he too dissipated the force and landed steadily, spitting out blood and phlegm.

After this exchange, neither gained advantage, yet both bore visible bruises on their faces.

No winner yet.

"What an incredible match! Who would've thought that after such fierce combat, neither Tiger nor Iron Fist gained the upper hand—truly a perfectly matched battle!" the referee exclaimed excitedly.

"From the initial aura clash to the later grapple, both inflicted damage on each other—they're both too strong, too evenly matched to determine a victor in such a short time."

"Incredible! Truly incredible!"

"I can't wait to see their second round!"

"Who do you think will win?"

It was normal that Tiger and Iron Fist failed to decide a winner in the first round; the second round would be decisive.

After a brief pause, Miss Qianhui and General Ji Xia made nearly identical judgments to Lin Cheng's question.

"Tiger will win."

"Yes, Tiger's offensive has been relentless—if he maintains this momentum, he's very likely to break through Iron Fist's defense and claim victory."

"Mm."

Lin Cheng nodded; Tiger's ferocious assault was indeed terrifying—no wonder he was called Tiger, he carried the very aura of a demonic tiger hunting prey.