Zhou Chuan naturally saw through Zhu He's intention. Wasn't it just an attempt to change tactics, forcing Zhou Chuan from active to passive so that the outcome of the match would be entirely different?
With a slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth, Zhou Chuan strode forward, holding his spirit sword. He used no divine ability, no technique; he didn't flourish the blade, nor did he execute any Sword Formula.
Two hundred feet, one hundred feet, fifty feet—the distance closed rapidly. Zhu He held his shield directly in front of him, double-checking his life-saving jade pendant and the Scarlet Mist Armor, appearing thoroughly prepared.
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