Chen Xiu looked at the part of the plaza which had been turned into a battlefield. There, he could see a Rahu Clan's youth with an enormous single hand breathing unstably, but still standing on his feet. He had several deep wounds on his body while a Doro clan youth with extra arms was lying on the ground beside him, having lost the round.
As expected, the battle was still won by Rahu Clan's young master.
Among the four great clans of Asura City, the most formidable in terms of strength was the Rahu Clan with their thick arms. They were extremely large, to the point they could cover up the sky and shield the moon. Furthermore, given their stubborn nature, they were the natural bane of Deva Clan's charming techniques.
Luo Tian, who was sitting on his large elephant, was grinning, while Ming Xiu's complexion was gloomy. He had already determined that the reason behind his loss was definitely Chen Xiu.
