A Hard-Fought Victory

Liu Wuji watched Yu Zhiwen, who stood near the corner of the massive arena.

A cold smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips, as though victory was already in his grasp.

Liu Wuji moved!

The spear he had always held with both hands was now gripped in one hand.

He dropped to one knee, slammed his other large hand against the ground, and roared.

"Second Form of the Golden Spear Art! Golden King Spear!"

Following that roar, the golden spear in his hand suddenly appeared to lengthen.

Yet that was only how it looked to the spectators. The golden spear itself remained the same length.

It merely began releasing wave after wave of afterimages, stretching forward and backward.

Then Liu Wuji rose to his feet again, gripped the golden spear with both hands, and began spinning it slowly.

Across from him, Yu Zhiwen's gaze instantly sharpened, his brow filled with deep wariness.

I've played this too far. I have no choice but to use my true strength. I can only reveal it now.

Yu Zhiwen moved as well, gripping his massive axe horizontally with both hands and raising it toward the sky as he shouted.

"Heavenly Halberd Axe Intent, Second Form! Heaven-Opening!"

Massive flames began surging around the axe, intertwining with the patterns formed earlier by Yu Zhiwen's own essence blood.

The blood-red patterns and the flames actually began resonating with one another.

At once, the enormous axe erupted with a shocking aura!

But how could Liu Wuji simply watch Yu Zhiwen charge at him like that?

Liu Wuji's hands controlled the golden spear as its rotation grew faster and faster.

In the end, all anyone could see was a huge disc in Liu Wuji's hands.

The disc was like a golden sun, making Yu Zhiwen's heart race.