Li Yuan's wrist flicked...
Ka...
Ka ka...
Zhao Xiantong's Blood Shirt shattered, pierced again by the tip of the spear.
Li Yuan lifted him with one hand and praised, "Not bad, not bad."
The spear had obviously been silent, yet the opponent could predict the path of his long spear and change his landing spot ahead of time. Truly a Sixth Grade.
Li Yuan drew his spear again, saying, "I'll give you another chance."
Without a word, Zhao Xiantong moved his fingers, and blood began to flow. He raised his finger to quickly draw a strange scarlet pattern on his left arm.
Once the pattern appeared, it instantly faded, and the two wounds healed at an astonishing speed.
In the next moment, Zhao Xiantong shot out once more.
Li Yuan struck again with his spear.
This time, Zhao Xiantong moved more nimbly to the side.
Thud!
Ka ka ka!
However, he failed to escape once again, pinned to the ground by Li Yuan's spear.
