Whoosh!
Zhou Daqiang thrust his spear straight at Su Ye's face.
Instead of retreating, Su Ye advanced. His spear swept upward at an exceptionally tricky angle, striking precisely one-third of the way down from the blade of Zhou Daqiang's spear.
Clang!
Zhou Daqiang's thrust was instantly knocked off course.
Su Ye pressed forward, sliding his shaft along his opponent's and aiming the tip straight at Zhou Daqiang's throat.
"Good lad! You've learned to find weak points."
Zhou Daqiang laughed heartily and calmly stepped back, flicking up the butt of his spear to counter Su Ye's attack.
"I had to make some progress, didn't I?" Su Ye said with a smile, but his spear was already striking again.
Time ticked by.
Five minutes... eight minutes... ten minutes...
Sweat had soaked through Su Ye's clothes. Blood from the torn webbing between his thumbs and forefingers ran down the shaft, staining both hands red.
His stamina was draining rapidly, and his lungs heaved like bellows, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He entered a strange state in which the wind and his own heartbeat seemed to fade into the distance.
All he could see was Zhou Daqiang's spear and its deadly trajectories.
He no longer even needed to deliberately track it with his eyes. Instinct and muscle memory alone let him anticipate Zhou Daqiang's next move.
"Parry!"
"Deflect!"
"Thrust!"
Su Ye stopped confining himself to set moves and let his spear follow his will. Each thrust flowed naturally, leaving no trace to predict.
Clang!
After fighting for over ten minutes, they clashed once more, then tacitly drew apart and stopped.
Silence returned to the Wilderness, broken only by Su Ye's heavy breathing.
"Hah... hah..."
Leaning on his spear, Su Ye gulped down air, the muscles throughout his body spasming uncontrollably.
The pressure