At those words, Fang Yao raised the Nine Revolutions Dragon Chant Spear high. Its tip, wrapped in waves of dragon roars, pointed straight at Dai Feng. Her gaze sharpened as she gathered every ounce of strength in her body and hurled the spear. Glowing gold, the spear shot toward Dai Feng with unstoppable force, carrying the sound of dragon roars.
"Hahaha, good! Bring it on!" Dai Feng's aura surged another level in an instant. His Platinum High-rank strength erupted. Rather than retreat, he charged forward, stomping his foot and launching himself toward the incoming spear like a cannonball. Then he threw a punch. Battle Skill: Mad Dragon Roar activated. His punch, too, was accompanied by waves of dragon roars, and its force met the incoming Nine Revolutions Dragon Chant Spear head-on.
Fist met spear. It was as if time had stopped for a moment, but then came a thunderous explosion that swept through the arena, sending dust billowing into the sky.
"That girl really is incredible." Lin Hao thought of the two months he'd spent practicing spear techniques and gave a wry smile.
"Hey, how are Instructor Dai and Fang Yao doing?" Ye Xiaoman was hiding behind Ouyang Cancan, peeking out with just her little head to watch what was happening in the arena.
"I don't know. But that strike was powerful enough to kill a Gold-rank Fierce Beast in one blow." Ouyang Cancan's fiery eyes were fixed on the Training Ground. Ying stood quietly beside her.
Just then, the dust settled. Fang Yao still held the Nine Revolutions Dragon Chant Spear. Her knees were bent, and she leaned on the shaft with her right hand, panting heavily. Dai Feng, meanwhile, wore an unusually calm expression. His eyes were full of admiration for Fang Yao.
"Girl, your Battle Skill is