Wu Long chuckled, confirming his own guess, since just looking at the scars he knew they were made by the same weapon, and same opponent.
Bi Rui, Wu Mengqi, Nie Xiwang, Sui Luxiao, and Hua Ziyan stepped forward beside him, looking toward the five remaining scarred men while taking out their own weapons, with the last one making wrist rotations, warming up.
While taking off his mask, Wu Long turned a gaze toward Ye Ling, who nodded in return, since she would step in if things got dangerous for any of them.
Of course, the one keeping everyone safe on this battlefield was Fen Baihu, but he felt more secure if there were as many safeguards in place as possible when it came to his beauties.
Seeing these preparations the leader's mood once more soured, as he could see what this was.
'Training? They are regarding dealing with us as training?', anger rose within his eyes.
