Golden-Tinged Blood Qi surged down his arm, flooding into the spear and bathing its shaft in a searing sheen.
Qin He had no dantian to store power, no Origin Power circulating within him. He relied entirely on the surging blood energy coursing through his flesh to drive his spear techniques. Fed by that blood energy, the Coiling Dragon Spear Technique grew ever sharper, its spear shadows like a howling wind and torrential rain.
"Coiling Dragon Breaking Heaven!"
"Nine Roars of the Dragon!"
"Dragon-Scale Shattering Armor!"
The three moves came one after another. The instant the spear tip collided with the war spears, the clangor of metal striking metal was deafening, and sparks flew in all directions.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
After three successive heavy blows, Qin He used the rebounding force to spin through the air, evading the war spear sweeping in from the armored soldier on his left. His Silver Spear then stabbed downward, aimed straight at the man's throat.
Seeing this, the armored soldier on the right hurriedly raised his war spear, its tip striking precisely toward the shaft of Qin He's Silver Spear in an attempt to force him back.
Qin He twisted his wrist, violently channeling blood energy into the spear's butt. The Silver Spear abruptly changed direction, its tail lashing out like a divine dragon sweeping its tail and smashing viciously into the right soldier's shoulder armor.
With a muffled bang, the armored soldier's body stiffened. The runes on his shoulder armor dimmed somewhat from the shock of the blood energy, and even his stance swayed.
Seizing the chance, Qin He shot out from between the two like an arrow loosed from the bow. His Silver Spear swept back upward, its crimson-gold spear radiance forcing the left armored soldier to retreat again and again.
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