What is going on here?
Lan Shang tightly gripped the warhorse beneath him. He could feel that, if he didn't use brute force to stabilize it, the horse might just throw him off completely.
But clearly, at this moment, Tian Heng had completely fallen into a disadvantageous position.
He had lost his weapon, his warhorse was gone, and during their earlier exchanges, Lan Shang had already figured out his opponent's background.
That boy's strength wasn't bad; indeed, he lived up to the title of Duke. Besides his blood energy and power approaching that of King Level, his combat techniques were decent as well. In merely a few years, his skills had surged dramatically, and the way he stabilized those techniques was impressive—commendable, in Lan Shang's view.
But alas, compared to his own rigorous tempering from his past life, that wasn't even remotely close.
