Just now, Zheng Ming, in everyone's eyes, was a laughable young man, but at this moment, in their eyes, he was as heroic as a god.
With a wooden stick in hand, seated on a black bull, and with Fu Yuqing clasped in front ahead of him, he didn't look like he was ready for battle, but the two shots he had just released made many feel a chill in their hearts.
These two shots were exceedingly simple, yet they carried a momentum of unstoppable advancement, a spirit of victory in every battle.
Under this aura, many became disheartened. They even felt that beneath Zheng Ming's not so tall but mountain-like presence, they fell far too short.
Ji Kongyou watched Zheng Ming with a flicker of unusual color in her eyes. If before, Ji Kongyou never took Zheng Ming seriously, now she felt that Zheng Ming was worthy of speaking with her as an equal.
How had this young man become so strong?
Zheng Ming had no time to waste; the Hero Card of Li Ruohai he used could only last for twenty minutes.
