At the entrance to the control room, the handsome Zeng Jun hugged his beloved saber and sat at the foot of the stairs facing the doorway.
Just then, he saw someone swagger in through the entrance.
It was an expressionless young man carrying a black spear. He was Little Zhou, an elite under Zhuo Hu.
Zeng Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. A sharp glint suddenly burst from them. Without a word, he drew his long saber, turning it into a dazzling streak of lightning that hacked straight toward Little Zhou's head.
It looked as though he intended to split Little Zhou in two.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Little Zhou did not even blink. As his technique circulated, Primal Energy flowed through his body, Inexhaustible Vitality transforming it into tremendous strength. He gave his spear a shake.
The long spear transformed into a black dragon soaring into the heavens. Its tip rose to meet his opponent's saber, and a metallic clang rang out.
The blade and spearhead collided head-on without any tricks, sending sparks flying from the two weapons.
Zeng Jun's long saber was knocked upward, while Little Zhou's spear was chopped downward.
In that close-range clash, the two were evenly matched.
"Again!"
Zeng Jun let out a long howl and gripped his saber with both hands. A series of sharp swishing sounds rang out.
The long saber swept out a field of sinister, icy radiance, like cold winter snow. Flakes of dazzling blade light flew toward Little Zhou and enveloped him. The astonishing killing Qi made Little Zhou's entire body feel uncomfortable, as if he were being pierced by thousands of needles.
Even so, Little Zhou remained silent. He suddenly exerted force through his wrist and twisted the spear shaft, making the black spear resemble a streak of