Crossing Blades with Divine Intent

The fortieth move.

Dong Shuhang's Long Spear thrust straight at him from the front, its tip aimed directly at Xu Wuyi's throat.

He put all his strength into this strike. It was so fast that the silver-white spear shaft left an afterimage in the air.

Xu Wuyi did not dodge. His Long Spear swept in from the side, its shaft striking Dong Shuhang's spear and knocking its tip off course.

Dong Shuhang's thrust missed, and his body tilted slightly forward from putting too much force into it.

In that instant of imbalance, Xu Wuyi's Long Spear had already withdrawn, its tip pressed against his chest.

Dong Shuhang's body stiffened.

He lowered his head to look at the spear tip against his chest, then raised his eyes to Xu Wuyi.

Xu Wuyi's expression was calm, his breathing steady. There was not even a bead of sweat on his forehead.

"Grandmaster Dong, you let me win," Xu Wuyi said.

Dong Shuhang remained silent for several seconds before slowly straightening.

There was little expression on his face, but something indescribable filled his eyes.

It was neither disappointment nor dejection, but something far more complicated—like a belief a man had clung to for decades suddenly being shattered in a single moment, yet not completely broken, only split by a crack.

"Your spear technique is inferior to mine," he said, his voice somewhat hoarse. "But your reaction speed and strength are both greater than mine, so you were able to seize the opening the instant I exposed it."

Xu Wuyi withdrew his Long Spear and nodded. "You're right. My spear technique truly isn't as refined as yours. If our strength and reaction speeds were on the same level, I couldn't beat you."

Dong Shuhang shook his head and gave a bitter smile.

"Spear technique isn't