"A monster." Tang Xinglong, aboard the carriage, watched Qin Huai on the battlefield. His eyes held no fear, instead, they gleamed with anticipation. "The bizarre power this man suddenly unleashed is likely his trump card, his confidence to dare leap into the fray."
He had been carefully observing Qin Huai's attacks. Like the assassins in the army, he found the thrill of the battle escalating as he watched Qin Huai's moves.
"Exceptional learning ability. He seems to have a photographic memory of his opponent's movements..." Tang Xinglong's hands rubbed together eagerly.
"Young Master, the prefecture overseer has instructed us to merely observe this battle from a distance," Gao He warned. The perilous situation Zhou Cunzhong was in made him question whether his young master would stand a chance against him in a direct fight.
"Do you mean to say you're afraid I'll lose?" Tang Xinglong's voice was icy.
