Zhai Zidu threw a straight right punch. Before the fist even arrived, a bone-chilling coldness rushed forward.
Xu Wuyi flicked his long spear, its tip jabbing toward the surface of Zhai Zidu's fist.
He didn't meet it head-on. The moment the spear tip touched the fist, it trembled slightly, turning the thrust into a sweep that slid along Zhai Zidu's arm toward his ribs.
Zhai Zidu reacted with extreme speed, blocking with a downward press of his left fist while simultaneously sweeping with his right leg, kicking up a wave of Power that resembled Ice Blades.
In an instant, the two exchanged more than ten blows.
Ice-blue fist shadows and dark-gold spear glints intertwined, the sound of their collisions as dense as falling rain.
