"Spar with you? Boss Lu, you're not joking, right?"
Yang Ming and Zhang Bei looked at each other, both finding the suggestion somewhat incredible.
Was this something to be taken lightly?
At that moment, Yang Ming and Zhang Bei were in full gear and both mounted on horses. Their armor might have been props, but it was considerably heavy and offered some protection.
Not to mention the horses, whether it was the racehorse Zhang Bei was riding or the Shire horse that Yang Ming was on, both of their sizes were not small, and their weight and power overwhelmingly surpassed that of humans.
As for the Square Sky Halberds in their hands, although also props, they had a suitable weight; even without a sharp edge, just being struck by one could be quite painful.
This wasn't any rubber toy, it was the real deal—just not as heavy.
But what about Lu Zhixing?
He wasn't wearing armor, wasn't on a horse, and had only a prop spear in his hand, its tip wrapped up.