Even so, Yang Sheng was still a ninth ranked expert. At the most crucial moment, his wrist flicked, reversing the downward trajectory of the lance and perfectly intercepting the opponent. If his opponent didn’t dodge, the lance would tear straight through his intestines.

He had seen his opponent. That person had a face that couldn't be more ordinary, a face that wouldn’t even get a second look from him normally. That was also why he hadn’t noticed the person before.

He noticed that even though the person was moving rapidly, there wasn’t the slightest change in his expression. Martial Supervisor Yang Sheng immediately knew that wasn’t the man’s true appearance, but rather a mask. However, the workmanship needed to produce such a thin and natural looking mask was insane. Anyone who had a mask like that was definitely extraordinary.

As if to prove his point, that person didn’t even avoid his strike and instead reached out to grab his lance.

Yang Sheng thought to himself, Is this person mad? You’re going to grab my blade with your bare hands? Won’t your hand be completely crippled?

He harrumphed. He slightly adjusted the angle of the lance to the side,...