The Battle

Fang Heng reappeared from the corner where the death knight was observing, calculating quickly how to defeat his opponent.

"Death knight, since the mausoleum was built for selection, I assume the Empress only needs one body in the end, right?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"I propose a one-on-one fight. Just the two of us; my companions won't join. I want to defeat you head-on."

A glimmer of surprise flashed in the death knight's eyes as he glanced at Li Shaoqiang and the others in the corner. He nodded and said, "Very well. I admire your courage. I accept your challenge, and I will give it my all."

"Thank you."

But hopefully, "giving it your all" won't mean much.

Fang Heng thought to himself as he swiftly retreated, his toes barely touching the ground. The death knight raised his heavy sword and stepped forward, launching another pursuit, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.