Sword shadows and spear glints flashed as they collided.
Warhorses neighed and shrieked, while figures darted and shifted.
Every time their weapons clashed, Chen Sanshi had to exert his full strength just to withstand it.
No wonder Song Lao Wu had been so confident before making his move.
The gap between Bone Tempering and Blood Tempering truly was vast.
But for Chen Sanshi, as long as he could weather the first wave of attacks, it meant he would not lose—and there was even a great chance that he would win.
Because
he could keep holding on forever!
Dragon Elephant Blood was not merely tremendously powerful; its efficiency far surpassed ordinary qi and blood.
With the same expenditure of qi and blood, an ordinary person could strike once, while Chen Sanshi could strike at least three times. As one side waned and the other waxed, the longer the battle dragged on, the greater his chances of victory became.
No one understood this more deeply than Song Lao Wu himself.
"Where did this freak come from?!"
His Thunderclap Swordplay was unquestionably an excellent sword technique in a place like Poyang.
Coupled with his Bone Tempering and Blood Tempering cultivation, he held the crushing advantage of a higher realm. Yet setting aside the fact that he could not swiftly defeat his opponent, after more than a dozen exchanges, he had not seen the slightest sign that he could win.
The youth's spearplay had reached the point of perfection. On the surface, he had remained on the defensive, but in truth, the moment Song Lao Wu let his guard slip, the spear tip would be pressed straight toward his face in the next instant.
On top of that, his opponent rode a warhorse and struck down from above. With a spear over a zhang