The spear in his hand was like lightning.
He thrust straight at Zu Mao.
Zu Mao was no ordinary man; with a sidestep, he easily avoided the strike.
Seeing Gu Chen so young.
A hint of disdain appeared on his face, and he laughed, "Young man! Name yourself!"
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Gu Chen had no good attitude towards these people.
He let out a loud shout, squeezed his legs against the horse's flanks, and charged again towards Zu Mao.
Clang!!!
The sound of weapons clashing echoed continuously.
Zu Mao was Sun Jian's close general; someone who could reach this point surely possessed considerable martial force.
Faced with Gu Chen's attack, he remained completely composed.
The twin swords in his hands followed a precise rhythm.
Within several exchanges, he had already gained the upper hand.
Yet even so, the expressions of the spectators like Sun Jian and others subtly changed.
"Who is this youth?"
He frowned and asked, "So young, yet can fight against Great Rong?"
