"We agreed, this is a contest of spear skills!" Wang Chong said.
"The first to get hit loses."
"No problem."
Wang Chong agreed, drew the folded spear from his back, and assembled it in an instant. Its shaft was over three meters long.
He had already upgraded this spear to Hero-level. It could extend as he thrust, reaching over a hundred meters in length, and switch seamlessly between long and short, making it all but impossible for an enemy to guard against.
Wang Chong casually twirled his spear, its tip instantly producing six afterimages, a sign of his exceptional skill with it.
"Let the game begin..."
The familiar voice rang out beside Wang Chong's ear, and their contest officially began.
The surrounding facilities that were in the way began moving into the distance, while the ground beneath their feet expanded outward from where they stood, setting the stage for their contest in an instant.
Then a large crowd of Madmen spawned out of thin air to serve as spectators, stirring up the atmosphere with their strange laughter. A few Players mingled among them, including Balot, as well as Hong Yanyan, who had hurried over and was holding up a high-speed camera to capture the action, still carrying her specially mixed drink in her other hand.
Wang Chong struck first.
He did not care whether his opponent was ready. The contest had already begun, and anyone who failed to draw their weapon in time had only their own carelessness to blame.
"Hah!"
He raised his spear and thrust. Although they were still more than a dozen meters apart, the spear in Wang Chong's hand suddenly extended, its tip shooting straight at the Madman like a meteor chasing the moon.
But at that very instant, Wang Chong's pupils contracted as he witnessed