Shi Long let out a roar like a ferocious beast.
He stamped down hard, cracking the ground beneath his feet, and shot toward Yang Ying like a cannonball!
The Wolf-Tooth Hammer in his hand came crashing down at Yang Ying's head, carrying the terrifying force to crush everything in its path!
There was no fancy technique, only the most savage strength!
"Whoosh!"
The hammer wind tore through the air.
It let out a hollow howl, like a ghost wailing!
Yang Ying's pupils shrank. He didn't dare try to block it head-on.
He retreated swiftly while jabbing with both spears, like venomous snakes darting from their holes, trying to use skill to overcome brute force and strike at Shi Long's wrists, joints, and other vital points.
The spear tips flashed like cold stars, the chains clinked, and every move was vicious and unpredictable.
But Shi Long's strength was simply too terrifying.
As the Wolf-Tooth Hammer swung, it seemed to carry an invisible field of force. Before Yang Ying's exquisite spear techniques could even reach him, the violent hammer wind forced him to change moves and dodge.
Now and then, a spear tip struck the hammer or the chain mail on Shi Long's body, but it only sent out a few sparks and sharp clinks. It couldn't inflict any real damage.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Shi Long was like some tireless prehistoric beast, bringing down blow after blow in a furious assault.
The stone slabs at the edge of the arena shattered beneath his hammer, sending fragments flying.
Yang Ying could only circle him with nimble footwork, his twin spears whirling like windmills as he searched for an opening that barely existed.
The scene looked perilous in the extreme.
Yet time and again, Yang Ying dodged the heavy hammer by a hair's breadth.