Even a clay doll has a temper.
Having been plotted against and targeted several times, how could Fang Yue not be seething with anger?
He had only endured it before because he was wary of his opponent's power and status.
But this time, the joint Training competition between the two counties might present an opportunity.
The Training competition was not a duel between representatives from both sides, but an extermination of a Bandit Stronghold, after which the spoils collected by each side would be compared.
At that time, Liu Zheng, as the County Magistrate of Xiahe County, would surely be in attendance.
There might just be a chance to deal with him.
Having come to this conclusion, a sharp glint appeared in Fang Yue's eyes. With a casual slap, a wooden training dummy in the Martial Arts Arena instantly shattered.
For a moment, the few Training soldiers practicing in the Martial Arts Arena were stunned.
