Glory Grenade

The black-faced Martial Master was only low-rank, but the white-faced Martial Master Lang Zhen chose was the only advanced-rank one among the four.

The Deng brothers were not trying to game the system. Those four Martial Masters had arrived too quickly. Two had similar complexions, while the other two were one darker and one fairer. Since Lone Wolf had chosen the fair-faced one, the brothers chose the dark-faced one instead, saving time.

This also showed just how swiftly the four Martial Masters had arrived. The defenders had no time to carefully examine their opponents' traits and could only assign targets based on the most obvious features.

Lang Zhen had chosen the hardest opponent to deal with. This was precisely the moment for him to demonstrate his loyalty, so naturally, he had to seize this rare opportunity.

Using his one arm, he steadily held the powerful crossbow he had acquired from Feng Jun, showing no hurry to fire.

This advanced Martial Master was also quite formidable. Seeing that his opponent held a crossbow aimed at him, he advanced in a zigzag pattern, veering left and right without slowing much.

Lang Zhen was not in a hurry either. He simply held the crossbow expressionlessly. Though he had lived in seclusion for many years, the mentality he had developed while working for the escort agency allowed him to remain absolutely composed.

Only after the advanced Martial Master had darted to within a little over two hundred meters of the group did he give a soft shout and flick his wrist, sending out a streak of white light. "Watch my flying knife!"

At his level of cultivation, he rarely used concealed weapons anymore. But since the other side had a crossbowman aiming at him, he naturally had to eliminate that threat first.

In truth,