Zhao Zilong took the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear from his Soul Tool. Wei Zhuang was startled by Zhao Zilong's seemingly conjured weapon, but he had always maintained an expressionless face. Though inwardly surprised, he remained cold and aloof. "A spear?"
Zhao Zilong pointed the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear at Wei Zhuang. "From your exchange with Zi Nu just now, I can roughly gauge your strength. In any case, you're definitely no match for me, so I hope you'll use your full strength."
Hearing Zhao Zilong's arrogant words, Killing Intent filled Wei Zhuang's eyes. He charged at Zhao Zilong at extreme speed, and an orange sword pressure emerged from the Shark Tooth sword in his hand.
The fierce slash came down at Zhao Zilong, who casually blocked it one-handed with the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear. After seeing his attack stopped, Wei Zhuang increased his inner strength again, and his sword swings grew even faster.
After blocking several moves, Zhao Zilong began to counterattack. As the saying went, an inch longer meant an inch stronger. Zhao Zilong was faster than Wei Zhuang, and he taunted him as well. "Is this all you've got? Your Killing Intent isn't enough. Move faster."
As he spoke, Zhao Zilong rapidly swung the Bright Silver Dragon Gall Bladder Spear, forcing Wei Zhuang into pure defense.
Wei Zhuang was deeply shocked. Zhao Zilong looked several years younger than him, yet he was this formidable. The Killing Intent in his heart intensified further as he gathered his inner strength. Zhao Zilong sensed it as well. Seeing the orange sword aura around Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth grow increasingly distinct, he prepared to take the move head-on.
"Horizontal Eight Directions..." Wei Zhuang growled as he swung his sword, sending an orange sword aura rushing toward