Qin He jerked his head aside, dodging the lethal blow, then immediately arched backward.
That Spear Technique: Dragon's Charge moved like a dragon, yet also like a snake, following him like a shadow. After missing, it suddenly swept sideways, shaving past the tip of Qin He's nose.
Just a little closer, and Qin He would have lost his nose.
The next instant, the spear chopped down fiercely. Qin He rolled away at the very moment it fell.
Another escape by the skin of his teeth.
And this was only the beginning. Shen Gongjin's Spear Technique: Dragon's Charge clung tightly to Qin He, giving him no chance to catch his breath or flee.
The fierce slashes and thrusts came like a rising tide, constantly tracing the edges of Qin He's body.
Every strike targeted a vital point. Like a disease clinging to the bone, it could not be shaken off, and Qin He had no time to counterattack. He could only dodge, dodge again, and keep dodging.
Every spear strike was flawless, exquisitely refined.
Qin He could not help feeling stifled. How many years had it been since someone had pressed him this hard?
The City Patrol Division had talent. This young man truly deserved to be called an elite who had cultivated to the half-step Divine Bridge Realm. With this spear technique alone, even if he had never stepped onto the path of cultivation, he would still have been a grandmaster of his generation.
Qin He simply did not grow fur. If he had even a little, it might already have been poked into a new style.
The spear skimmed his flesh, never more than half an inch away.
Yet Qin He's frustration became growing shock on Shen Gongjin's side as he continued attacking.
Was this even a person? He