"This is troublesome!" His heart sank, and his five fingers gripping the spear tightened further.
"Many thanks to the King for the gift of the sword!" Zhang Ming loudly expressed his gratitude.
Swish—
He raised one hand to grasp the scabbard, the other on the hilt, and with a slight exertion, the long blade slid out with a sound.
Thud!
Zhang Ming then tossed the scabbard onto the ground.
The scabbard plunged into the soil like a sharp blade, embedding itself a full foot and three inches deep.
"Brother Wang, I am ready!" Zhang Ming reversed his grip on the sword and clasped his fists in salute.
"I am ready too!" Wang Jiadi said, holding the spear in both hands.
As the words fell.
Zhang Ming's figure moved.
Like a gust of breeze passing by, it stirred no dust at all.
Yet at this moment, Wang Jiadi's pupils contracted sharply.
"So fast!!"
Only one thought occupied his mind, and he hurriedly raised his spear to block.
Clang!!
