Zhang Long grinned viciously, his legs driving hard as he lunged like a starving wolf toward Chen Xin on the Sword Altar.
At that critical moment, when the predator was about to become the prey.
The heavy sliding door on the other side of the Martial Arts Arena, which had been tightly shut.
Was suddenly smashed to pieces from outside by an outrageously violent force!
Amid flying splinters and clouds of dust.
A young man sauntered in, twirling two Golden Desert Eagles in his hands.
"Well, well, quite a party in here!"
Zhang Wei blew the dust off his gun barrels and cocked an eyebrow at everyone inside with brazen arrogance.
"Brother Wei loves a crowd. Count me in."
Behind Zhang Wei, Yang Jian swept his icy gaze across the arena.
The Fierce Dog beside him let out a spine-chilling growl, its intimidating presence no less formidable.
Zhang Wei's sudden entrance and shout.
Made Zhang Long freeze mid-lunge toward the Sword Altar, instinctively turning his head to look.
In the very instant he turned.
Something utterly absurd, even comical, happened.
On the patch of floor beneath Zhang Long's feet, where there had clearly been nothing but rotten boards, a slippery Banana Peel appeared out of thin air, as though conjured from nothing!
Zhang Long planted his foot squarely on the Banana Peel.
"Shit!"
One second, Zhang Long had looked ferocious, ready to kill and steal the treasure.
The next, he was a ridiculous clown, both feet flying off the floor as he did the splits in midair before crashing down with a bang, the back of his head hitting the ground.
The fall was brutal. It left Zhang Long so thoroughly dazed that, for a moment, even his eyes seemed clear.
He lay there blankly, staring at the ceiling, his