"Come fight me!"
Xia Kong made a provocative gesture at Lei Jie, raising his right middle finger high while curling the other four into a fist. A careless smile hung on his face, his naked mockery all but spilling over.
Although Lei Jie did not understand the gesture, the youth's expression displayed his contempt to the fullest. His brows knotted tightly, veins throbbed at his temples, and fury surged from his chest straight to his head.
"Aaaargh-you're courting death!"
His furious roar resounded through the mountain valley, making the loose stones around them tremble faintly. Lei Jie clenched his jet-black Fine Iron spear in both hands. Its tip quivered as he charged forward with great strides.
A straight thrust, an upward flick, a spinning downward cleave, a sudden backward thrust, a lunging flurry, a sweep to rout a thousand soldiers!
He wielded this fierce, domineering spear technique with consummate mastery. Countless spear shadows shrouded every direction, Purple Thunder Gang Qi coiled around the black shaft, and its shrill whistle pierced the air. For the moment, Xia Kong could only keep twisting and dodging, hard-pressed to fend him off.
Atop the cliff, all three women's hearts leaped into their throats. Xiao Yi Xian clasped her hands tightly before her chest, her entire body taut as a fully drawn bowstring. Several times, she leaned forward until her toes rested on loose stones at the cliff's edge. Had Ya Fei not held her right hand firmly, she would already have summoned Little Blue to swoop down and help.
"Don't worry. He hasn't used his full strength yet."
Ya Fei softly reassured Xiao Yi Xian-and herself as well.
On the battlefield below, Xia Kong flipped through the air, narrowly evading Lei Jie's heavy, powerful sweep. The spear's wake howled past beneath his feet, churning