Shen Ye patted Zhou Heng on the shoulder, consoling him:
"It's okay, thanks for testing skills with me. Next time, I'll have a proper match with you."
With the Dark Gold Entry + rare profession, creating a trump card like "Night Banquet Frolic," Shen Ye was still in a good mood.
Zhou Heng shrank a little.
A proper match?
Although he hadn't been injured, he had been blown away by the cold wind high into the sky, where he caught a glimpse of that huge Frost Blade.
Looking at the Frost Blade, the only profound thing he felt was one thing.
Death.
—I'd be insane to fight you again!
Zhou Heng's face twitched, and he barely squeezed out a smile, saying:
"Okay, Shen Ye, thanks for today. Let's fight another day."
He leaped off the platform and ran off without looking back.
The competition is over!
Shen Ye also jumped down from the platform to meet the gazes of Nangong Sirui and the others.