"Glaze!"
Raising his head from near the pit, Zhang Tie looked very plain, at least not as terrifying as Glaze had imagined that he would look like. Zhang Tie had even called his name like greeting a common student at school.
Without seeing the expression Glaze had expected to see on Zhang Tie’s face, he felt like had a lost a bit of pleasure from what was to come next.
‘Perhaps that guy doesn’t know what it means to encounter me here, I should give him some tips,’ Glaze thought.
"As we were classmates, I’ll give you several seconds to tell me your last words..."
Glaze walked forward while glancing over the surrounding environment. When he saw Zhang Tie’s lance container thrown onto the ground at least 7-8 steps away from the guy himself, Glaze’s last concern disappeared. It was then replaced by a winner’s smile.
"You want to kill me?"
Zhang Tie slightly frowned.
