This kid really thought I was made of clay? How naive.
"Die."
Chen Dong's face turned vicious as he tightened his grip on the spear. With a flick of his wrist, the spear suddenly trembled, shooting forth like a Dragon straight at Ye Lin's head.
Ye Lin was equally unwilling to yield. Clenching his fist, he threw a punch directly at the tip of Chen Dong's spear, his fist smashing viciously against the spearpoint.
The Phoenix behind him and the five-clawed golden Dragon behind Chen Dong let out wave after wave of roars. The instant the two collided, an indescribable shockwave spread in every direction.
Boom, boom, boom.
Explosions rang out one after another, kicking up clouds of dust across the world. As the dust billowed, countless buildings collapsed, and even the innumerable living beings on the ground were crushed to pieces by the powerful shockwave.
Then, from within the endless dust, a figure was sent flying backward. Chen Dong's entire body tumbled uncontrollably to the rear before slamming brutally into the ground.
Like a meteor striking the earth, a massive crater stretching a thousand meters wide and dozens of meters deep opened around Chen Dong. The golden armor on his body had long since shattered beyond recognition.
He lay in the hollow, taking in more breath than he let out, while the spear beside him rested quietly at his side. The spear showed not the slightest sign of damage, clearly a treasure of no ordinary grade.
Ye Lin stood in midair, looking down at Chen Dong below.
"Wh... why? Why is this happening?"
Chen Dong struggled to rise, pointing at Ye Lin above with his right hand, his face filled with utter disbelief. He could not believe it, could not understand it—why had he lost to Ye Lin?
Why?