Yet Shanyu Ada did not stop there. His face twisted with rage, he let out a low growl, raised his long saber again, and lunged at Ying Ming Hao.
Fatty Zhang dared not hesitate. He hurriedly swung his Space-Shattering Hammer, trying to fend off the fierce assault and keep Shanyu Ada from interfering with Ying Ming Hao.
Sparks flew across the arena as the two traded blows, neither yielding an inch. But judging by the course of the battle, Fatty Zhang was clearly at a disadvantage.
Just then, a figure raced over like a bolt of lightning. It was Zhang Ze.
He shouted, "Big brother, I'm here to help!"
Before his words had faded, the spear in his hands had become a dazzling flower, blooming rapidly in midair.
Shanyu Ada was startled by the incoming spear and hurriedly twisted aside to dodge.
But Zhang Ze's spear arts were like a phantom, cunning and uncanny, impossible to guard against as he repeatedly thrust at Shanyu Ada's vital points.
Shanyu Ada, however, was exceptionally powerful. Once he steadied himself, he drove Zhang Ze back with just a few slashes, then forced Fatty Zhang, who had come charging with his hammer raised, to retreat again and again. Even fighting two opponents at once, he was not at a disadvantage; instead, he seemed poised to suppress them both.
Meanwhile, Han Jingfeng's face was as pale as paper. He coughed incessantly, bringing up a mouthful of bright red blood with every cough.
He stared fixedly at Ying Ming Hao, his eyes brimming with venom and resentment.
Once he caught his breath, he endured the agonizing pain wracking his body and snarled, "Cough, cough, cough... Ying Ming Hao, there's no bad blood between us. Why offend us over a worthless bitch?
"You should know that