"Using Your Own Spear Against Your Own Shield," Tang Hao Sent Flying by the Clear Sky Hammer

"A weapon an inch shorter is an inch riskier; a weapon an inch longer is an inch stronger."

In clashes between cold weapons, it was inevitable that long weapons held the advantage over short ones.

And Quan Li's Gauntlets Martial Soul could not even be called a short weapon.

In a sense, he was fighting opponents who held weapons while he was "bare-handed."

For him, if he wanted to win, he inevitably had to close the distance between the two sides. During that process, the risks he had to bear were beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

But even so, when facing powerful enemies, Quan Li could only advance bravely, because he knew that choosing to flee would only make him lose faster. Only by seeking life through death would he have a chance to seize an opportunity.

Over his long battle career, this fighting style had forged Quan Li's indomitable temperament, as well as his fearless courage and way of fighting.

Feeling the increasingly intense centrifugal force, Tang Hao sensed that something was very wrong. The strike he had been confident in had, in the blink of an eye, transformed into an attack acting on him.

That stark reversal gave Tang Hao a suffocating sense of frustration, as if he had strength but nowhere to use it.

He knew that in terms of absolute strength, he was definitely stronger than Quan Li.

But absolute strength, if it could not be fully brought to bear, was still useless.

"Damn it! This strength doesn't resemble an old man's at all. I can't pull the Clear Sky Hammer out at all."

Tang Hao wanted to twist the hammer handle and pull out the Clear Sky Hammer, but Quan Li's arms were like steel rings; he simply could not break free.

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