Seeing that both sides were ready, the Martial Alliance official abruptly swung his arm down.
"The match begins!"
The sound of "begins" had not yet fully faded.
"Bang!"
The bluestone-paved ground beneath Lin Qing's feet trembled violently.
He shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, stirring up gusts of wind as he charged straight at Hao Ji!
No probing. No hesitation.
He went all out the instant he made his move, seizing the initiative with a thunderclap!
So fast!
Hao Ji's pupils contracted sharply, alarm bells ringing in his heart.
He had never imagined his opponent could be so terrifyingly fast.
Far faster than his appearance suggested.
The fierce wind rushing at him even stung his face.
"You're courting death!"
In his haste, Hao Ji shouted furiously.
The short spear in his hand darted out like a venomous dragon leaving its lair, stabbing toward Lin Qing's lower abdomen.
It was the signature ruthless move of the Soul-Severing Spear Technique, Poison Dragon Drill. He meant to force his opponent back and reclaim the initiative.
Yet Lin Qing neither dodged nor retreated. His charge only grew more forceful.
Just as the spear tip was about to reach him, he sharply twisted his waist and hips, shifting aside at an almost imperceptible angle and narrowly evading the spearhead.
At the same time, his right arm lashed out like an iron whip, carrying an overwhelming force.
As his fist wind surged, the air itself let out a strained, explosive crack!
Lin Qing's most domineering move, Old Ape Drapes, smashed viciously into the shaft!
"Clang!"
A piercing ring rang out.
The spear shaft abruptly bent.
"What?"
Hao Ji felt an unimaginable force surge through the shaft. The web of his thumb split open at once, blood pouring out.
The white-waxwood shaft had bent