Zhang Heng and the group of Germanic returned to the training ground.
At that time, the sun had already set entirely. Bach lit the oil lamp, and the remaining Germanic started guarding the training ground entrance to ensure that the two would not be disturbed.
"What weapon do you want?" Bach raised his chin and asked Zhang Heng.
"Just give me a training sword," replied Zhang Heng.
"How about the armor?"
"No need for that."
Bach then threw the training sword to Zhang Heng and warned, "I'll give you a fine piece of warning first. I won't show mercy just because I'm impressed by you. You'd better be prepared to be beaten by me."
"Well... Most things in this world are unpredictable." Zhang Heng took the training sword and weighed it casually in his hand.
