The tips of the two weapons met. The highly condensed Spiritual Fire on their blades made contact first, then pressed and spilled outward against each other.
Yet in the end, a single point remained firmly attached to the blades, preventing the edges from making direct contact.
If the Spiritual Fire was not condensed enough, then regardless of whose strength was greater, one would already lose a move the instant the weapons touched.
Now that they had collided, both sides continuously poured Spiritual Power into the center, replenishing the rapid consumption at the point of contact.
It was clear that both the thrusting spear and the Snow Monarch Blade were trembling slightly from the clash. If the flow of Spiritual Fire faltered even slightly, or if their grip was not firm enough, their centers of balance would shift, perhaps even be dragged off course by the other's force. From that point on, they would be completely on the defensive.
So this was by no means a simple contest of brute force. It was an intense test of technique and control over one's own Spiritual Power.
As they pushed against each other, waves of Spiritual Light rose from both Chen Chuan and Xiang Boqing, forming torrents that continuously surged toward the center, where they collided and dissolved.
Though the two hung in midair, both remained exactly where they had begun, without shifting even half an inch.
It was as if two miniature suns had risen into the sky, and visible ripples of turbulence spread through the surrounding air.
Around them, Combat Creatures released from several islands could not even approach their field or mental range. The moment they drew near, they fell one after another. It was as though only the two of them were permitted to exist in this airspace, while