The battle between the two grew increasingly intense. Ji Lin and Wang Qiuer darted rapidly across the arena, spear shadows and sword flashes intertwining as though they had formed a labyrinth of light and shadow.
Wang Qiuer's Golden Dragon Spear moved like a colossal dragon, twisting and leaping through the air. Every swing carried destructive force. Her spearwork was like a raging tempest, dense and swift, impossible to guard against.
Relying on strength no weaker than Wang Qiuer's and the exquisite swordsmanship he had learned from Chi Yuan, Ji Lin blocked Wang Qiuer's fierce attacks time and again.
During one intense clash, Ji Lin caught an opening in Wang Qiuer's defense. He flashed forward, circled behind her, and thrust his sword toward her back. Wang Qiuer reacted swiftly, spinning around sharply as she swung the Golden Dragon Spear toward Ji Lin.
Spear and sword intertwined once more, and fierce winds rumbled low.
The arena seemed to be engulfed by a wild, raging tornado, mercilessly ravaged until it was gradually reduced to ruin.
It was merely a close-quarters battle between two "people," yet the arena was slowly collapsing because of it.
The spectators stared fixedly at the two fighters, afraid of missing even a single brilliant moment.
Their battle entered its most intense phase once again. Sword Qi and spear shadows intertwined, creating an even more spectacular sight. Both Ji Lin and Wang Qiuer gave it their all, each trying to defeat the other with their swordsmanship or spearwork.
After several fierce attacks failed to injure Ji Lin, Wang Qiuer used the impact of another clash between spear and sword to retreat several steps and widen the distance between them.
Seeing Wang Qiuer withdraw, Ji Lin also stopped swinging his sword.
Only then did Xiao Xiao rub her eyes and say,