Luo Liang felt a sharp, piercing pain in his wrist, but his defense held, the golden-jade luster swirling around it unbroken.
He steeled himself. 'Just as I thought. As long as he doesn't use a Spiritual Attack, his Spear Technique can't break my defense!'
Just as he was about to press forward, Xu Wuyi's spear struck and retracted in a flash, clinging to him like a persistent shadow. It then transformed into a sky full of afterimages, engulfing him like a sudden, violent squall.
Slashes, thrusts, taps, flicks, sweeps... Xu Wuyi executed the Basic Spear Technique with casual mastery, his movements flowing together seamlessly.
Every thrust of his spear contained immense Qi and Blood Power, along with a latent Intention that grew hotter and hotter.
Luo Liang roared again and again, his fists a blur as he tried to meet offense with offense and break through the flurry of spear strikes.
