C110 Waiting for Death to Come

The tall and thin young man's face lit up with glee rather than shock upon realizing what was happening. Previously, two attackers had blindly rushed him, hoping to gain the upper hand. Yet, with a simple twist of his massive round shield, he had effortlessly decapitated them with the shield's barely visible, razor-sharp serrated edge.

Another had leapt into the air to strike at Zhang Heng