The fierce tiger sitting on the heavily-built man roared fiercely and rushed towards Ling Haotian. Ling Haotian took out his sword from the body of a soldier of the other side. Seeing the terrified look on the soldier's face had not faded away, Ling Haotian sighed and stepped over the fallen man. Looking at the heavily-built man, Ling Haotian slightly lifted his sword and stood there, as if he was not on a battlefield but a garden for appreciating flowers.
The strong man with an abelly stomach held a large knife in his hand as he hacked down towards Ling Haotian. Ling Haotian's eyes flashed and he deftly removed the powerful attack from the large knife with his sword. He turned over and jumped into the air. At this moment, Ling Haotian appeared behind the strong man with an abelly stomach
