Sun Qian's gaze swept over Lin Ye, a hint of scrutiny in his eyes. He asked, "Lin Ye, what weapon do you use?"
He wanted to assess Lin Ye's fighting style based on his choice of weapon.
Before Lin Ye could answer, Chen Meng had already turned, casually plucking a standard-issue, all-black longstaff from the weapon rack on the wall. Without a second glance, he tossed it backhanded in Lin Ye's direction.
WHOOSH!
The longstaff carved a precise arc through the air.
Lin Ye reached out and caught it firmly.
As his hand closed around the staff, a familiar feeling—heavy, yet perfectly balanced—washed over him.
The weight, the length, the center of gravity... everything was just right.
A flicker of surprise crossed Lin Ye's eyes. 'Mr. Chen knows me too well.'
Even if he had picked one himself, this would have been his choice.
On the other side of the ring, Wang Hao had also chosen his weapon.
A standard-issue longspear, its tip glinting with a cold light.
