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Some people feared William's fists, but not everyone did.

Paul Bain wielded a spear like a general on the battlefield: wide, sweeping strikes that could keep enemies at bay.

But the Yin Lightning carried by William's Thunder Slash had cost him dearly.

In other words,

he could not let Thunder Slash hit him twice in a row, or the Yin Lightning would make him regret it.

Blood dripped from the blade in the prince's hand. He sneered. "That thrust felt good, didn't it? Nearly pierced my heart. Why back off now?"

Paul hated wasting words in battle. Epic Tier fighters were all experts, and a fight between experts could be decided in an instant.

Some people talked during a fight just to distract their opponent before launching a fierce attack.

That was how Meng Lu had fought William.

When Paul Bain saw William's gaze flick toward the blade in his hand, he seized the opening. He sprang forward, sweeping his spear across the air. The air warped in its wake as lightning and fire burst into dazzling light.

William turned Thunder Slash sideways to block.

The spear struck the blade. The spear trembled slightly; Thunder Slash did not budge.

But then

Paul twisted in midair, sweeping the spear through a circle.

At the same time,

a strange red-and-blue light flared at its tip.

Hum!

A near-solid lance of lightning and fire shot from the spear, surging forward like a dragon crossing a river.

William clenched his left fist. He would slay dragons and gods alike.

His left hand swelled to enormous size, like a divine hand descending from the heavens. He slammed the dragon's massive head into the ground, shattering the lance of energy.

But a spear was made for thrusting.

And Paul pressed his advantage head-on.

As long as