Within Biluo Valley, a person and an ant, Long Feng and a Beiming Guard.
Like two arrows racing through the air, Long Feng and that Beiming Guard suddenly charged forward.
Neither of them chose to use magic, instead opting for close combat to quickly finish this match.
They both naturally assumed that Yun Sheng, a mage, would need some time to chant her spells.
But just as they leaped, the Centipede Ant General spat out two streams of venom.
The venom was foul and corrosive—just a drop on the Beiming Guard's leg and he felt immense pain.
"Poison!"
Long Feng's quick eyes and hands seized the Beiming Guard, surrounding his body with a faint breeze, as if he had grown Wind Wings, deftly dodging the venomous attack.
Damned beast!
Long Feng's gaze turned ferocious as he raised his hand, sending a Wind Scythe toward the Centipede Ant General on the ground.
A sprawling wave of magical mist swept over them, like a sudden sandstorm from all directions.
