Lin Zhen and Li Huainian's battle lasted for five minutes, with Li Huainian panting and drenched in sweat.
Constantly attacking was even more exhausting, but on the other hand, Lin Zhen used the advantage of his long weapon to defend easily. After five minutes, Lin Zhen's forehead was only slightly sweaty, which was just a warm-up.
"Hehe! Brother Li, thank you for going easy on me, it seems that I will have someone to treat me for lunch."
Li Huainian admitted defeat: "Alright, Lin Zhen, I submit to you. Even my golden maces couldn't force you back a single step. With this alone, you truly deserve the title of Ice City's Best Warrior."
Li Huainian got off the stage, and a War General mocked him, "Old Li, it seems you lost to a mere Warrior."
"Hmph! Lin Zhen is indeed powerful. If you're not convinced, you can go up and try. With your short sword, there's no way you can force Lin Zhen back."
