"Watch out!"
The burly figure gave a low shout and lunged forward like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, charging straight at him.
He carried no other equipment, only a heavy chopping saber. Its spine was a palm's width thick, and its edge gleamed coldly.
The moment he moved, he came pouncing like a tiger descending the mountain, exuding savage aggression as he swung his saber down.
"Immovable as a mountain!"
Ji Zhixing did not counterattack. His long staff whirled as he unleashed the Stonewall Staff Technique.
Layers upon layers of staff shadows overlapped, their weighty, steady presence resembling an unshakable mountain.
The Tidehearing Staff in his hands was over two meters long, while the burly figure's saber measured just over one meter.
With that difference in reach, the burly figure could not get close at all. Every slash was intercepted by the Tidehearing Staff before it reached him, producing a series of metallic clangs.
Yet for some reason, even after his prolonged assault failed to break through, the burly figure still did not use his Tiger Roar ability.
This guy is draining my stamina!
After blocking more than a dozen attacks in succession, Ji Zhixing finally realized something was wrong. His opponent was clearly waiting-waiting for him to tire, waiting for him to grow impatient, waiting for an opening.
His expression changed. He knew he could not let this continue.
He had entered the ring to win, and to win as many matches as possible. If this dragged on, even a victory would cost him too much stamina.
With a thought, his staff technique abruptly changed.
"Army-Breaking!"
He suddenly stepped forward, instantly shifting his long staff from defense to offense. With an Army-Breaking Form strike carrying the will to charge ahead without retreat, he drove it straight at the