To be honest, forcing the fight carried considerable risk.
He had no idea how Liu Wanxiong would make his move in the practical combat assessment.
So far, the other man's intentions were sinister, his hostility intense. Time and again, he had tried to grind him beneath his feet.
Combined with what the King Guards had said in the hall earlier, Liu Wanxiong likely wanted to use his head to curry favor with Zhang Heilu.
However, the Zhou Estate Guard Insignia was extremely important to him now.
More precisely, he had to become a King Guard.
Only then could he temporarily gain a chance to catch his breath in Changping Commandery.
There were countless guards in the Zhou Estate. Though the Guard Hall commanded them all, the only ones Liu Wanxiong personally concerned himself with were King Guards.
Ordinary Guard Insignias held limited authority, while King Guards were entirely different.
Still, becoming a King Guard was no easy matter.
"Zhang Long, come here!"
Hearing that Xiao Chen wished to seek death of his own accord, Liu Wanxiong's eyes gleamed. He said nothing further, merely raised a hand and pointed at a broad, black-robed youth standing nearby, built like a lighthouse.
The youth's blood and qi roared like a dragon, bronze radiance coiling around him. He stood over two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms. Though huge as a doorway, his body contained not a trace of excess flesh; his muscles bulged like writhing flood dragons.
"It's actually him!"
"That's not right. In practical combat assessments, opponents have always been of equivalent realms. How could it be him?"
"Body King Second Layer, bronze radiance covering his body—Steward Liu is trying to have that brat die on the spot!"
Upon recognizing the man Liu Wanxiong had pointed out, the expressions