The next second, both men moved at once. Force exploded beneath Tang Hao's feet, and he shot forward like a cannonball,
the Sky-Piercing Long Spear thrusting toward Yun Ming with an overbearing momentum that could tear through anything.
There was no technique to this thrust, only pure strength.
During this time, as he practiced with Yun Ming's Sky-Piercing Long Spear, he had discovered that it was easier to use than his own Clear Sky Hammer.
He wielded a spear, but what he used was actually his own fighting style, the essence of Chaotic Cloak,
turning endless spear momentum into terrifying force, transforming spear intent into overbearing intent. Overwhelming force was the true path.
Every time he thrust, he automatically layered on the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, each strike building up power,
each thrust heavier and faster than the last. He intended to smash his opponent, spear and all, into pulp.
Yun Ming, on the other hand, embodied the pinnacle of technique.
His reputation as the continent's foremost spear expert had not come from empty boasting,
and even with a different body, even with a mutated Martial Soul, his spear could still unleash tremendous power in his hands.
Every thrust, every block, and every sweep of the spear in his hand was precise to the smallest fraction.
He always lightly deflected Tang Hao's powerful, ponderous attacks from the most economical and cunning angles, dissipating their force.
It was like an old man toying with a naughty child.
Once, Tang Hao had been the lofty Plane Master, while he had been merely a Quasi-God,
and a severely injured Quasi-God at that, so he had possessed no power to resist.
But now that their strength was on the same level, he was confident he could toy with that worthless Tang Hao until he