"Are you ready to experience the fear of being dominated by the Sixth Celestial Demon King?" the Japanese samurai chuckled coldly.
Lu Zheng smiled faintly, though his smile was hidden behind the full armor mask.
He had heard from Zhao Wenyu that apart from management, both sides had only met once three nights ago, and it was far from pleasant.
After all, both sides were eager to legally and reasonably beat each other up; it would be a miracle if it were pleasant.
"Please!"
Lu Zheng tapped the tip of his spear on the ground, gesturing to his opponent.
"In!"
The opponent stepped forward, thrusting his spear directly towards Lu Zheng's mask.
...
From the stands, the audience gasped.
You wouldn't believe it, but seeing a burly man in ancient armor still exerted pressure; the direct thrust of the spear made the onlookers involuntarily exclaim.
Li Ying was so scared she covered her mouth, while Huang Xiumin widened his eyes.
