Five weapons, five choices.
Wang Chen instantly understood. He could choose one of these weapons, then fight his opponent.
In the interest of fairness.
At this moment, the force binding him had already vanished.
After a brief hesitation, Wang Chen reached out and gripped the long staff among the five weapons.
He had once used a long staff as his primary weapon and had amassed considerable experience with it. Moreover, the staff was one of the Seven Weapons of Buddhism and was highly compatible with the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Righteous Dharma.
It was an utterly ordinary staff, cool and smooth to the touch, heavy and solid in his hand.
But when Wang Chen tried to channel Mana into it, it vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, without the slightest response.
This showed that it could not be refined, nor could any special power be activated from it.
It was simply a weapon!
With the staff in hand, Wang Chen's expression turned solemn. He was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, exuding a fierce, cutting presence.
The burly cultivator sensed his battle intent and grinned. "Die!"
The single word "die" cracked like spring thunder, crossing dozens of paces in an instant and fiercely battering Wang Chen's eardrums.
In the next moment, the burly cultivator flashed before Wang Chen. The battle axe in his hand became a flowing light, cleaving down toward Wang Chen's forehead like lightning.
This axe truly carried the force of thunder rolling over ten thousand jun, along with the burly cultivator's tremendous charging power.
Even if Wang Chen had been a mountain, it would have split him apart on the spot!
Yet the descending axe only cleaved through a fleeting afterimage.
At that critical moment, Wang Chen abruptly sprang backward, barely evading his opponent's