As the cold glint shot through the rain curtain towards him, Jiang Wenzhang subconsciously used a prop to counterattack. The sound of metal clashing rang out as a broken blade was deflected away, and he recognized that was indeed one of Wang Mo's routinely used props!
"Wang Mo!" Jiang Wenzhang didn't get along with most players from Xiaohe City, especially someone as stubborn as Wang Mo, who liked to belittle him frequently. However, Jiang Wenzhang himself hadn't expected that the other party would seize this opportunity to strike at him!
"What, you want to kill me too?" Jiang Wenzhang turned his head to glance at Zhao Xiaofang behind him.
Neither Wang Mo nor Zhao Xiaofang spoke a word, but they were not merciful in their actions. Jiang Wenzhang was quickly put at a disadvantage after exchanging a few moves—as a 'white' player, and not being skilled in close combat to begin with, his physical prowess was not dominant. Consequently, his prop usage was also restricted.
