"Bang."
"Bang."
The spear and blade Qi tore through the stone slabs, scattering fist-sized stone chips in all directions.
After Yang Ge landed, he forcefully leaped again, soaring three meters into the air.
Seeing his chance, Xiang Wudi swung his red-tasseled spear upward, rising into the air with a spear glow as bright as a crescent moon.
Yang Ge gripped his sword with both hands and chopped down with all his might, his blade Qi growing with the wind, striking like a ten-meter-long sword through the air.
"Bang."
The glow of Xiang Wudi’s spear was shattered. He flew backward several meters, crashing heavily into the river, while the residual blade Qi ferociously split the riverbank, opening a triangular gap five to six feet wide.
The spectators exclaimed loudly, eager to rush to the riverbank to check on Xiang Wudi’s condition.
But the next second, a tiger’s roar-like bellow erupted, and a bulky figure burst out of the river like a dragon emerging from the sea, unleashing a fiery red Qi Force: "Thousand Armies Swept Away!"
With one thrust, the fierce spear glow was like a fiery cloud, surging upward toward Yang Ge.
Yang Ge, who had just landed inside the riverbank, steadied his stance and swung his sword with all his strength, shouting, "Frost in the Face!"
A ten-meter-long golden blade Qi soared into the sky, unflinchingly meeting the fiery cloud.
"Boom."
The two mighty Qi Forces annihilated each other in mid-air, the residual power forming a dazzling ripple that pushed through the rain, howling fiercely like a wild wind.
The next second, Xiang Wudi, wrapped in an even more dazzling spear glow, tore through the ripple and charged toward Yang Ge on the riverbank.
Yang Ge withdrew and leaped back, his Cold Moon Sword also bursting into a shimmering blade Qi, protecting his vital points.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
In the dazzling clash of Qi Forces, the sword and spear struck each other wildly again, the collision sounds no longer sharp but deep and resonant like a great gong.
"Boom."
The dazzling Qi again dissipated together, tearing the stone slabs into densely packed web-like cracks, forcing the surrounding spectators to retreat again and again.
When the residual energy finally dispersed, the spectators saw the two, blade against spear locked in a standstill. Yang Erlang, far less muscular than Xiang Wudi, was actually holding his ground face-to-face, pushing Xiang Wudi backward.
Meanwhile, Xiang Wudi, in a crouching stance, clenched his steel teeth and his face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead, yet he still couldn’t stabilize his position, his legs plowing grooves into the stone, sinking his ankles into the slab.
"Ha!"
After struggling for a few moments, Xiang Wudi could no longer withstand Yang Ge’s Innate Divine Strength and with a loud shout, he leaped backward.
Yang Ge swung at empty air, slicing a section of blue stone railing into a sky full of stone chips... Only then did the onlooking spectators truly realize what terrifying brute strength this ordinary-looking Yang Erlang possessed.
Xiang Wudi retreated forty feet, landing with breaths heavy like a bellows, his body steaming with waves of heat.
Yang Ge did not pursue, standing still with a steady breath, smiling, "Is the warm-up over? Show me some real skills."
Xiang Wudi’s eyes twitched, barely squeezing out a smile, "Fine!"
Yang Ge beckoned, "Come on, I’ve long heard of the fame of the Xiang Family’s spear. Don’t disappoint me."
Xiang Wudi took a deep breath, kicked up the red-tasseled spear, and his True Qi began to expand and contract with his breaths, "I won’t disappoint you!"
As soon as he spoke, he sprinted towards Yang Ge, the sound of his steps robust and powerful like a war drum, each sound deeper than the last, his momentum like thousands of horses thundering forward.
Seeing this, Yang Ge’s pupils contracted slightly, also taking a deep breath, and his Cold Moon Treasure Blade trembled with an inspiring sound of the blade crying out.
"Βurn the boats!"
Xiang Wudi thrust with all his might, and the red-tasseled spear suddenly burst forth with vast spear glows, layer upon layer, covering the sky like a fierce storm, like a battlefield with thousands of spears raising a forest.
"Scatter the frost and draw the dew!"
Yang Ge swung his blade to meet the attack, with a single slash producing dozens of shimmering blade energies, succeeding one after another, chopping in a straight line, forcefully breaking through the splendid spear glows.
"Lift the mountain!"
As soon as the spear glows broke, a burly figure like a bull dashed out from behind them, swinging the red-tasseled spear with the momentum of a long whip, fiercely smashing it down towards Yang Ge.
Yang Ge drew his blade upward, "Proud snow and frost!"
While Scatter the frost and draw the dew was a blade chopping a line, Proud snow and frost was a blade chopping a vast area, with the killing aura greatly increased.
"Βoom."
In the thunderous roar, the red-tasseled spear with the force of tens of thousands of jun hit the Cold Moon Treasure Blade with its force exhausted, the spear weakly falling upon the blade.
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However, before Yang Ge could catch his breath, Xiang Wudi’s burly body suddenly flipped nimbly, and the exhausted red-tasseled spear "whooshed" back, stabbing from over Xiang Wudi’s shoulder, fast as lightning, sinister like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.
Seeing this, Yang Ge hastily drew back, meanwhile blocking the spear glows with his horizontally held blade in front of his chest.
Xiang Wudi pressed forward with his spear, the shaft constantly retracting and the tip quivering, exploding a beautiful burst of spear blossoms in front of Yang Ge, with the spearlike stamens as quick as lightning, the force heavy, relentlessly targeting Yang Ge’s throat, chest, underarms, and other vital spots, hardly giving Yang Ge any time to gather strength.
This move, evolved from solid fundamental spear skills, seemed less spectacular than the previous grand moves, but the danger it posed was ten times greater!
Yang Ge, while retreating rapidly, deftly maneuvered his Cold Moon Treasure Blade, blocking each venomous-snake-like spear glow, a faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.
’This is more like it!’
He thought to himself.
As the two advanced and retreated, Xiang Wudi’s footsteps grew heavier and heavier, almost every step imprinting a clear footprint on the stone slab, almost clear enough to see the pattern of the shoe sole, his red-tasseled spear getting faster and heavier with each strike, seemingly some special spear-shaking technique that could stack the spear glows...