Looking at him, he was full of posture, calm and collected, with no intention of asking for help.
The muscleman wasn't foolish; he hurriedly picked up a spear from the ground. The sharp tip of the spear reflected the firelight inside the tent. The muscleman's eyes were like the blade of a sharpened knife, fixed directly on Chen Lang as he charged towards him.
Chen Lang met him with a sword, and when the sword and spear clashed, a strong sound echoed out. Then Chen Lang swung another sword down, and the muscleman had no choice but to lift his spear to block it. Under Chen Lang's heavy pressure, the sharp tip moved closer to his body.
The muscleman shouted angrily, with sweat trickling down his temples.
Dripping little by little downward.
Seeing that the muscleman was struggling, Chen Lang loudly said, "Well, you kid really have guts! I didn't expect your ability to be above the Four Spirits Seal. I really don't understand how someone as capable as you ended up a laborer."
