Wang Chong truly had never fought a battle with such abundant resources.
In the past, he had always fought the strong as the weak. Now, in a rare turn, he was bullying the weak with his strength.
He wielded the great lance seized from An Dushan's tent like a soaring, twisting dragon, displaying a thousand magnificent forms. He battered Nine-Manifestation Divine Dragon into a bedraggled loach and reduced the Beggar King to a mere street cur. As for the Transmission Dragon Head, on their seventh exchange, Wang Chong lashed out with a kick, flickering between visibility and obscurity, feint and substance, and struck his lower abdomen. He immediately collapsed, joining the Enforcement Dragon Head in a heap.
Even Qiguan Sui, who was fighting a Grandmaster and two Innate Realm experts alone nearby, could not help silently praising him: What a fine execution of Suppress the Canghai!
Wang Chong incorporated the sword techniques of Suppress the Canghai into his spearplay, sending the great lance dancing high and low. With both Dragon Heads gravely wounded, the Beggar King, Sima Yunshan, squeezed out every last drop of his lifelong potential, bringing the Seventeen Divine Dragon Forms to the greatest heights he had ever achieved. Even so, he remained at a disadvantage and could only struggle to hold on.
Wang Chong pressed him fiercely for several moves, clicking his tongue as he called out, "Sima, you second-rate fellow, if you teach me this palm art, how about I let all six of you leave?"
Sima Yunshan cursed furiously, "You brat Wen Zhengchun! How dare you look down on me?"
Wang Chong chuckled and called back, "What makes you worth taking seriously?"
"In intelligence, even a dog at my Prince of Yan's Residence is cleverer than you!"
"In martial arts, you wouldn't even rank among