Chen Wei thrust his spear forward with terrifying force.
The silver blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, passing mere inches from the body of young Master Luo, who threw himself haphazardly to the ground to avoid the blow.
The disciple behind him, however, was not so lucky. The sharp tip pierced him through the chest, his lungs bursting with a wet sound as blood gushed up his throat.
With the unfortunate young man still impaled on the blade, Chen Wei swung the weapon to the side, using his own body as a hammer against five other disciples.
A sharp crack echoed through the arena and the wounded bodies were hurled into the air, unable to withstand the crushing force behind the movement.
He withdrew the spear, spun it around his body in one fluid motion, and slammed it into the ground with a thunderous impact, a thick cloud of dust rising as an invisible pressure hurled the six struck men out of the arena.
