Zhao Ci was also quite surprised. For one, the boy had called him "father" so readily. For another, his progress was simply immense. Zhao Ci hadn't gone for the kill, but he hadn't held back much either, yet Ying Rui had managed to block all his attacks.
'This kid is strong.'
'In terms of raw power, he could probably rank second in this entire competition.'
However...
'This is where it ends!'
He twisted his body, coiling his muscles and sinews to an unbelievable degree. In the next instant, the power of his First-Grade Flesh Soul surged into the three-hundred-and-fifty-pound Tungsten Steel Long Spear.
Tyrant's Tomb Sweeping!
"CLANG!"
Ying Rui's Long Sword shattered on impact. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.
His face was a mask of horror.
'I never thought Zhao Ci had gotten this strong.'
Seeing Zhao Ci leap forward for the kill, he could no longer hold on.
