Maha Xing twisted aside to dodge the sword, but a clear bloody gash was still left on his neck.
Feeling the pain at his neck, Maha Xing's expression darkened as well.
"You really have some skill. It seems I'll have to get serious too."
"You'd better bring out 100% of your strength. Otherwise, if you lose and still refuse to admit it, claiming you didn't use your full power, you'll only look even more ridiculous."
"I hope your strength is as tough as your mouth. Thunderclap Seven Stars Fall!"
Maha Xing unleashed his full strength, turning into a streak of lightning as he darted about. In an instant, he launched seven attacks at Lan Hong, like seven falling stars.
Lan Hong showed no fear. The Bright Sword in his hand danced through the air, blocking all of Maha Xing's attacks.
"Rolling Thunderclap!"
Blue lightning erupted from Lan Hong's Bright Sword and crashed toward Maha Xing.
Maha Xing shattered the lightning with a backhand thrust of his spear, then roared again.
"Ah! Raging Thunder Wind Roar!"
Gripping his black spear, Maha Xing unleashed a rapid barrage of thrusts. Countless spear shadows formed a Lightning Storm tornado that tore toward Lan Hong.
This move combined powerful wind-element tearing damage with lightning's paralyzing effect, capable of suppressing an enemy's strength.
"Good timing. Then try this—Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon!"
Lan Hong's sword energy transformed into nine lifelike Fire Dragons. The Fire Dragons roared, each one launching a ferocious assault.
The Maha Clan's attack methods had always been broad and forceful, overwhelming opponents through sheer momentum.
When facing enemies weaker than themselves, their methods were highly effective and carried an imposing, domineering air.
But when their opponent was equally strong, the Maha Clan's offensive methods exposed obvious weaknesses.
That was the case now.