For Han Changfeng, today had been rather unpleasant.
Everyone's attention had been focused on Lu Mian, with hardly anyone paying him any mind.
For someone as proud as Han Changfeng, who had been showered with praise since childhood, that was naturally unacceptable.
Lu Mian noticed Han Changfeng's movements.
This time, rather than remaining unmoved, he smiled.
The smile never reached his eyes, making it rather unnerving.
When Han Changfeng saw that smile, an inexplicable unease stirred within him.
How strange!
Why would I be afraid of a corpse collector?
Han Changfeng snorted inwardly and leaped onto the arena.
Lu Mian stepped onto the arena as well, carrying the Black Tiger Heavy Saber.
"Corpse collector."
"Don't think beating a few people makes you invincible."
"You'll soon understand the gap between us."
"A peasant will always be a peasant."
Han Changfeng spoke disdainfully.
"You talk too much."
Lu Mian's voice was calm.
"You..."
"You'll regret this in a moment."
Han Changfeng snorted and drew his weapon.
It was a Green Jade Staff.
Lu Mian said nothing. He assumed his saber stance once more, like a fierce tiger entrenched in the mountain forests.
"Begin!"
Fan Qiang shouted.
Both men moved at once!
The moment Han Changfeng attacked, he unleashed all his Mystic Qi.
His special Spirit Jade constitution made him exceptionally sensitive to the Qi Mechanism, and his body could hold more of it than an ordinary person's. Thus, the martial arts he practiced favored broad, forceful movements, specializing in killing enemies with explosive bursts of Mystic Qi!
"Mountain-Crushing!"
Han Changfeng stepped forward, raised the staff high in both hands, and brought it crashing down with overwhelming force.
Empowered by Mystic Qi, howling currents of air surged toward Lu Mian with the force of toppling mountains and overturning seas.
A head-on clash?
*Just