"Damn it!"
Blocked by the single spear of a boy who was only sixteen or seventeen, King Ning was so furious his lungs felt ready to burst. He let out a long roar!
"There's something strange about that kid. After him!"
King Tong was more level-headed than King Ning. Though he too was seething with anger, he was also secretly alarmed.
'That boy's True Qi is impressively dense, but his actual cultivation level is too low. Even with a Royal Family's Low-Grade long spear, the Cloud-Falling Spear, it should have been impossible for him to stop the two of us. And yet, not only did he manage to block us, but he also made a calm getaway. Something isn't right!'
'Thinking back, that long spear seemed to come alive in the boy's hands. No matter what moves we used, he had a way to counter them. The tip of his spear always struck at the exact flaws in our techniques. It was as if we weren't fighting a boy of sixteen or seventeen, but some old monster who'd lived for centuries!'
