The appearance of the Poison Curse Flame Spears left the Poison Pig Race warrior opposite him momentarily stunned.
But he had abundant combat experience. During his time as a slave, he had faced life-and-death situations many times, and he quickly recovered.
"Roar!"
With a furious roar, seeing the attack identical to his race's inherited battle skill about to reach him, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes. Poison and fire Primal Force surged from within him, condensing once more into Poison Curse Flame Spears.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In an instant, the Poison Curse Flame Spears charged forward without the slightest pause.
He did not believe the other party had truly mastered the Poison Curse Flame Spear. It was nothing more than imitation. The true power of the Poison Curse Flame Spear was not something that could be learned so easily.
At this moment, the Poison Pig Race warrior's thoughts were exactly the same as Gui Zang Yan's earlier thoughts.
They could not be blamed for deceiving themselves. This matter was simply... too unbelievable.
What warrior could learn someone else's battle skill with just one look?
Even Immortal Level warriors could not accomplish such a thing.
So this was neither realistic nor martial.
Wang Teng could more or less guess what they were thinking. In response, he had only two words—hehe!
Boom!
The next moment, the two attacks collided. Two clusters of dark green flames erupted and rolled backward in all directions.
The two clusters of dark green flames continuously battered each other, locked in a stalemate.
But very soon, the dark green flames on the Poison Pig Race warrior's side began to retreat steadily.
It was like two poisonous creatures clashing, but their ranks were different. One side was destined to fall behind sooner or later.
The Poison Pig Race