Leng Ziming was not really an expert in magical equipment. However, as an experienced gunfighter who valued his guns as much as his own life, he was even more familiar with the two pistols than the refiner who made them was.
Besides, Leng Ziming had done major modifications on the two gold pistols. It was quite a tricky challenge even if Li Yao had seen the original magical equipment before.
From within the intense, black smoke came Li Yao's calm-as-usual voice.
"Fine by me."
The rest of the four teammates retreated to the corners of the room and held their breath, waiting.
"Ding!"
Hong Tong clashed two disks with a brisk sound by manipulating the gravity.
The match had officially begun!
Not only did the black smoke hinder the four bystanders' sight, their telepathic thoughts were severely jammed, too.
