Chu Heng heard the name.
His eyelid twitched; today's main event was coming.
He had heard of the name Xie Zhao.
And from the moment he spoke just now, he sensed a hint of strangeness about him.
Xie Zhao seemed unlike a normal person.
Thinking of his legendary combat record, Chu Heng's gaze toward Xie Zhao carried a hint of regret for such talent.
"Please." Chu Heng uttered just one word.
As soon as he spoke, he saw a swift figure flash across, showing that the opponent was ready for close combat without any weapon.
Chu Heng quickly tossed his long spear back onto the weapon rack beside him.
His footsteps followed swiftly and moved.
As the long spear hit the weapon rack with a smack, he retreated a step, avoiding the youth's attacking move.
His head tilted back, watching as the hand that was so close suddenly turned into a claw, changing direction to strike at his face.
The movement was swift and clean.
