Zhao Feng, standing among the crowd, was mildly surprised by everything he saw. Only a few months had passed since the Exchange Gathering.
Had Xie Qiu mastered another Pill Embracement spear art? Or had he been holding something back before?
Even Jiang Chen had not used his twin sabers when he challenged Zhao Feng.
It seemed no one who made the Dragon-Tiger Ranking was simple.
On the field, Xie Qiu sacrificed speed for steadiness, using his spear as a shield and turning defense into offense. The shaft wound through layer upon layer of movements, trying to trap the sword before breaking the deadlock with fierce, powerful spear force. Drawing on his experience and instincts from training beneath the waterfall, his spear movements grew increasingly weighty.
After a dozen exchanges in the blink of an eye, Mu Xingze steadied himself and began to grow familiar with his opponent's moves.
Suddenly, he lowered his body. With a series of shifting steps, he circled to Xie Qiu's side, and his swordplay changed abruptly! His sword intent remained condensed, but his techniques became strange and unpredictable. Every thrust was precise and vicious, impossible to read, yet aimed unerringly at the openings in Xie Qiu's spear art.
"That's another Pill Embracement sword art!" Wei Tieyi's expression turned grave.
"It looks like the Lone Mountain School's Phantom Star Sword Art. I didn't expect him to have mastered that too."
Although they had known both men were holding something back, this erased Xie Qiu's advantage.
Sure enough, in the next exchange, as the spear shaft wound toward him, Mu Xingze lightly turned his wrist and slashed diagonally, striking precisely at a weak point along the shaft. The spear shuddered. Then his blade slid upward along it, slicing straight toward Xie Qiu's fingers to force him to let