"I'm up!"
A middle-aged man among the Patrol Captains stood out, sword in hand.
Song Changming glanced at him, and Lu Zheng also cast a side glance.
This man's name was Ma Yulin, a formidable force, consistently ranking in the top five, even top three, among the Chief Patrol Guards.
His only flaw was being too impulsive, often acting rashly.
Like this time, he jumped in without waiting for anyone's reaction, not even noticing that Xie Shihuan was about to appoint someone to step up.
Seeing this, Xie Shihuan felt helpless; he had a love-hate relationship with this fierce warrior under him.
"Oh well, Ma Yulin's strength isn't bad; he's worthy of a fight," he consoled himself.
In fact, he initially intended for Song Changming or Lu Zheng to face the challenge, as it would be more reliable.
"Hey!" Shi Lie grinned, his face full of flesh compressing together like a fierce tiger, staring at the person in front of him.
