As thoughts raced through his mind, Tang San never stopped moving. He spun with the force of the rebound, stepped into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and charged forward again, swinging his hammer at Meng Yiran.
This hammer strike was vicious beyond measure.
It was hard to say just how much frustration and pent-up resentment lay behind it.
Tang San's resolve would not crumble so easily, but his first three attacks had not threatened Meng Yiran at all. Instead, he had fallen behind, with Meng Yiran firmly holding the upper hand.
That undoubtedly left him feeling defeated.
With this fourth strike, Tang San was determined to reverse his decline and vent his anger, no matter what. Thus, he put some ruthlessness into it.
The Dance of the Chaos Cloak grew stronger with every movement and faster with every rotation, its attack power multiplying. By this fourth strike, its power had reached eight times that of the first.
But Meng Yiran was no pushover either.
The snow-white spear in her hands moved like a roaming dragon, its thrust a startling flash of grace. Carrying a surging chill, it swept out, not only neutralizing Tang San's fourth strike but driving him back once again.
Their martial souls differed in quality, but each had its own distinctive strengths.
The Clear Sky Hammer excelled in weight and overwhelming force, fierce and domineering. Its principle was to shatter ten thousand techniques with a single stroke of strength, crushing resistance like rotten wood.
Meng Yiran's Dragon Spear, meanwhile, excelled in countless variations and diverse attacks. Capable of both offense and defense, it was the all-purpose king of long weapons.
This was precisely what it meant to wield the might of a ten-foot reach.
Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer and Meng Yiran's Dragon Spear each had advantages and