Spirit-Devouring Constitution

"F*ck! It's against all logic for a fat guy like this to cultivate and become a martial artist!" Jing Shan could not resist taunting.

"Is he a purely power-type martial artist? Trouble seems to be brewing for Hellas's Arina," Lin Xi said with a frown.

As a woman herself, she knew exactly how other women would feel. The thought of going up against Zokawa was enough to make their head ache.

First, there was nausea and fear. Second, the opponent's attack and defense were surely very strong and far exceeded that of a woman.

Ye Lingchen said, "Just watch. I have a feeling that those from Hellas are more than meets the eye."

Arina's face was calm throughout and her long purple hair made her look rather noble. In fact, one could see pride and nobility from her expression.

"Start!"

Arina backed off as soon as the referee gave the go-ahead. With her shield in front of her and the spear behind her, she stared at Zokawa with those blue pupils.