Ma Xiaoling's pupils suddenly contracted, and her spear moved forward another step, but ultimately stopped.
The distance between the spear and Ren Zhong's forehead was only one centimeter.
Ren Zhong took five minutes to defuse the crisis.
He slowly raised his hand, covering his mouth again, and said in a low voice, "I plan to defeat the Cold-blooded Butcher in the Pu Cha assessment."
Ma Xiaoling: "That's impossible!"
"Two months ago, who would believe I could kill Lin Wang? Back then when I told you, didn't you also think it was impossible?"
Ma Xiaoling: "..."
"Do you know who I chose as my sparring partner in the VIP training arena today? A Fifth Level Armored Soldier, strength type. I don't know if Mayor Ma told you, but the person in charge of the combat assessment for the Starfire Town wildlings is exactly a Fifth Level Armored Soldier known by the nickname Cold-blooded Butcher. That's why I'm so exhausted now."
Ma Xiaoling: "..."
