Under the tremendous force, the relatively soft spear shaft bent into a deep arc.
Huang Zhong dared not take the power of that thrust lightly and raised his wooden shield to block it. Zhao Yun seized the opportunity to whip his spear back, then spun it in a dazzling flourish, striking straight for Huang Zhong's throat amid several spear shadows!
Spinning a spear in a flourish was a fundamental skill for a spearman. The flourish was not meant to look pretty, but to keep the opponent from seeing the angle of the thrust!
Huang Zhong was a veteran with abundant combat experience. Facing Zhao Yun's fierce assault, he swiftly adjusted his stance, dodged the vicious strike, and attacked Zhao Yun's opening during his recovery.
Zhao Yun had anticipated Huang Zhong's strike and was already prepared. He instantly drew his spear back to block, then pressed down on the unsharpened spearhead, using the curve of the shaft to reach around Huang Zhong's shield and strike at his neck.
The two traded blows in a spectacular battle.
Even Liao Hua and Wei Yan, who were sparring nearby, stopped fighting, their attention drawn to the battle here.
Soon, Huang Zhong and Zhao Yun had exchanged over a hundred bouts. Their martial skills were almost evenly matched, but Huang Zhong still held a slight advantage in combat experience, so Zhao Yun could not defeat him quickly and even narrowly escaped several strikes at his vital points.
But Zhao Yun had an advantage of his own: his youth.
He was only in his twenties, his strength at its peak. Huang Zhong was, after all, no longer young and could not compare with a young man like him.
Thus, as they approached their two hundredth bout, Huang Zhong's stamina gradually failed, and Zhao Yun finally caught