[3, 2, 1...]
[Battle, begin!]
"Oh? It's you?"
The countdown hadn't even ended when Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in her cold voice.
She clearly recognized the "newcomer" who, a month ago, had been decapitated by a single strike from her, utterly powerless to resist.
Qin Feng didn't respond. He simply lowered the standard Long Spear in his hands, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground. He assumed the most standard and stable opening stance of the Thousand Army Spear—"Coiling Dragon."
At this moment, his heart was as still as the abyss.
Facing Zhou Yu was slightly unexpected, but more than that, he felt a battle intent welling up from deep within.
It had been a month.
He looked at the opponent's information displayed on the light screen, his gaze lingering for a moment on the words "Heavy Alloy Armor" and "Ninefold Thunder Saber."
