Squeak!
Ximen Dong abruptly halted his charge, and due to the wild turbulence of spiritual power within him, his face turned a deep red, and his neck thickened. He roared, "What are you up to again!"
"Don't rush, I need to stretch my muscles a bit!" Zhou Heng didn't care if Ximen Dong would agree or not, he kicked a leg and stretched a hand on his own, but his movements were so slow as if he were an old man of seventy or eighty.
"Hahaha," the spectators burst into laughter, especially Jiang Zishuang, the little girl's laugh threshold was not high at all, and she was already in tears from laughing.
Although Ximen Dong increasingly hated Zhou Heng, if he were to strike now and defeat a "preparing" opponent, such a victory would not be convincing!
This is Zhou Heng's ploy!
