Luo Wentong looked like a reckless brute, but he was actually meticulous to the finest detail.
With a long weapon like the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the point where its force was unleashed lay at its head.
Its strength was weakest along the shaft.
Just as one struck a snake at seven inches, Luo Wentong stepped in at the critical instant, then swung his arm like a whip, smashing precisely into the Demon-Subduing Pestle's "seven-inch" point!
The crimson-gold Demon-Subduing Pestle let out a piercing metallic ring as it collided violently with the iron-blue arm.
That single blow actually erupted with a thunderous clang of metal striking metal.
Rolling airwaves surged wildly from between the two men, making both sides feel their breathing grow tight.
The Golden Halberd Guards of the escort party could only retreat again and again to dissolve the astonishing aftershock.
As for the two men in the battle, they separated at the first touch after that head-on clash. Both were sent reeling by the fierce rebounding Inner Force and had to step back, plant their stances firmly, and stabilize themselves.
Moluokan planted the Demon-Subduing Pestle against the ground, his expression turning colder.
He had held a weapon just now, while his opponent had fought barehanded.
Yet even so, they had only come out evenly matched.
Though the other man had relied somewhat on cleverness, that only showed how extraordinarily rich his combat experience was.
The title Iron-Armed Fiend truly lived up to its name.
Luo Wentong grinned broadly and cupped his hands. "Master, was that move of mine worthy of your discerning eye?"
"In my view, we've already crossed hands. Why don't you obediently come with us, so we don't have to hurt the harmony if we truly start fighting?"
Hesitation immediately appeared in Moluokan's eyes.
He resembled Luo