The wind scoured the heavens, its presence as fierce as a tiger devouring the landscape.
Dust and sand billowed into a thousand-layered wave, surging between the two men.
The instant Chen Che beckoned, the already oppressive atmosphere seemed to freeze solid. Jiang Shaotian, his face grim, turned instantly cold. Without another word, he clenched his fist, and a silver Long Spear materialized in his grasp:
BOOM—
Before the crowd could even get a clear look at the spear, Jiang Shaotian had already struck out in fury.
Power erupted from his body as his muscles tensed to their absolute limit. His form went taut from head to toe, like a drawn Longbow, and the Battle Spear in his hand was the nocked Fury Arrow, ready to be loosed! As the Long Spear tore through the air, it produced a piercing sonic boom, its tip blazing with the light of a falling star!
The might of this one thrust was terrifying.
