The vast riding arena was now completely deserted, eerily silent. People from within the arena had all left, not even a staff member remained.
Leveraging his influence as "Lord Jiu" in Zhonghai, Ning Fan could clear the field with just one sentence.
To properly deal with this Thousand Faces without implicating others, Ning Fan came up with such a method. Since he couldn't find a suitable battlefield, he decided to create one himself.
Boom!
One of the walls was breached, opening up an equipment room. Ning Fan stood proudly outside the room, where a disheveled figure was sprawled over the scattered equipment.
"Are you dead or not? If not, come out quickly, and let's continue fighting!"
Ning Fan kicked the rubble at his feet, shouting into the mess of the equipment room.
Thousand Faces clambered out from among the cluttered equipment, caught off guard by Ning Fan's attack. Ning Fan's speed had been too fast. The kick he saw only as a shadow had sent him flying into the room.
