"You..."
Tang San pointed at Zhao Xuan, his finger trembling slightly, yet he could not speak for a long while.
Zhao Xuan had already stepped aside. He clenched his fist toward Tang San in encouragement and shouted, "Go for it! I believe in you, Xiao San!"
"Honestly..."
Tang San's brow twitched. He sighed helplessly under his breath, then slowly raised his head and looked calmly at the knight captain, his expression seemingly cold.
"Since you put it that way, then use whatever tricks you have."
Zhao Xuan stood off to the side with his arms folded, watching Tang San and the knight captain with great interest. He had little interest in the captain, but he was immensely curious about the results of Tang San's year of training.
The knight captain's face turned icy as he raised the pitch-black spear in his hand. Though the spear was black, its tip radiated a chilling, bone-piercing gleam.
"Those who dare challenge the dignity of the City of Slaughter shall die beneath this spear."
Tang San remained calm, though a trace of mockery appeared on his jade-like face.
He slowly extended his right hand, palm up, and a massive iron hammer as black as night settled steadily into his grasp. The Great Hammer looked immensely heavy even from a glance, yet although Tang San tightly gripped its handle, his shoulder merely sank slightly.
"Hmph!"
After a cold snort, the armored horse beneath the knight captain let out a neigh and charged toward Tang San. With the clatter of hooves, the stillness was shattered in an instant.
"Die!"
A flash of cold light arrived first, then the spear shot forth like a dragon!
The cold gleam flashed past. Holding the black spear, the knight seemed to be wielding a savage dragon as he thrust straight