Gifts Are All About Snatching Them

With a thunderous boom, the Scarlet Blood Phoenix Beak Saber stopped just inches above his forehead. At the critical moment, Huang Zhong reined in his strength. His control over his power was so precise that he could avoid hurting Gan Ning by a hundred percent.

The long saber halted, but the airflow it stirred up did not. It blew so hard that Gan Ning could barely keep his eyes open, and the crown on his head was blown off as well. His long hair fell loose around him, leaving him looking rather disheveled.

"Whew! Whew!" Gan Ning kept panting heavily. Having narrowly escaped death, he was dazed for a moment and only came back to his senses after quite some time.

"Thank you for showing mercy, Big Brother Huang." Gan Ning was completely convinced and respectfully cupped his fists in salute.

"Hahaha, Brother Gan, you're too polite. We were only sparring. Besides, you're still young, Brother Gan, and your future is limitless." As the victor, Huang Zhong naturally had to display enough magnanimity. Moreover, Gan Ning really was young, so Huang Zhong did not begrudge him some praise.

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm undeserving." Though he said this, Gan Ning had also regained some of his confidence. It was true—he was still young, and he had a long future ahead of him. He believed he would never remain stuck in place.

"Big Brother Huang, please wait a moment. I'll go call a boat over!" Gan Ning became much more attentive. He did not know how powerful Lu Bu, the greatest warrior under heaven, was; he only knew that he could not withstand three moves from the middle-aged man before him. If he had the chance to escort such an expert for a while, he definitely had to find an