"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The sound of metal striking metal rang out continuously, like a series of pleasant notes in a symphony.
Following the source of the sound, one could see two crimson-and-white figures rapidly crossing through the air.
With fiery red hair, white robes, and bright silver spears, the two identical figures were locked in battle.
Both spears gathered heart-trembling fluctuations. There were no dazzling flames, no sharp golden gleams, nor any obscure spatial ripples. It was as if they were merely two ordinary spears clashing.
Yet the intense shockwaves that only erupted after the two figures had moved away, making even space wail, showed that things were far from simple.
This was the ultimate expression of restraint—the perfect control of power. All law fluctuations were contained within the spear shafts, without the slightest bit escaping.
Only after control was lost would a residual shockwave erupt. Yet even this less-than-one-percent remnant of power disturbed space, making it easy to imagine just how terrifying the force contained within those two spears was.
The two figures moved through space like phantoms, leaving illusory afterimages in the air. Countless pairs of figures intertwined in different poses, displaying the ferocity of the battle, while the true owners of those brilliant scenes had long since vanished without a trace.
At this moment, Huang Wuye was joyfully unleashing every bit of his strength without holding anything back. After all, he could not have been more familiar with his opponent. The power transmitted through their spears helped him become familiar with every fraction of his own strength, giving him a clear understanding of his abilities.
He could not help but marvel at the wonders of the Virtual Universe. It could perfectly replicate his strength, and one could only imagine just how vast the gap was between him