Chapter 1862 I Mean Business
- The reflection of the spearhead gleamed in Nathan's eyes as it went past his face by just a few inches. Nathan had taken a step back and tilted his body backward, narrowly dodging the razor-sharp spear.
- Having missed his target just by a tiny bit, Zachery swung the spear around and charged toward Nathan like an enraged bull.
- He wielded the two-meter spear agilely, spinning and swirling it as he fought Nathan. His maneuvering of the weapon was skillful and masterly as he battered his opponent relentlessly.