Wu Liang twisted his neck and stretched his muscles.
The [Pioneer] took out a brocade pouch and hung it at his waist, eyeing him like an agitated animal.
The two locked eyes, each seeing only the intense intent to kill and the absolute confidence that was continuously rising in their momentum.
That momentum was like two fierce wolves in a pack vying for the position of wolf king, baring their teeth at each other.
Both believed they would be the victor.
Boom—
At the peak of their momentum, [Pioneer] disappeared from his spot with a residual shadow at his feet.
But in the next second, Wu Liang lifted his hand and grabbed his collar from behind, slamming him into the wall with a deafening crash.
"Impressive! It's a shame we didn't kill you when we went to Chengyang City with the [Ghost Valley]!"
Though pinned firmly against the wall, [Pioneer] merely smirked and remarked.
Wu Liang retorted disdainfully, "Then you would have died in Chengyang City as well."
