Qingyi watched Bai Hu Lie's battle with interest.
The two were almost evenly matched in power.
Bai Hu Lie was strong and talented, a tiger of extremely pure lineage, with a physique that reflected every drop of that noble blood.
Each of his steps made the arena floor tremble, cracks spreading beneath his heels, and each strike sliced through the air with a sharp crack, like a whip being snapped.
But the Azure Spear Sovereign wasn't far behind.
His spear sang through the air, leaving bluish trails with every thrust. Steel met claw again and again, every clash sending sparks spraying across the arena and a dry, metallic ring echoing through the stands.
The two exchanged about two hundred blows on equal footing until, finally, the young spearman made a mistake.
One wrong step. Half a second too late in his defense.
Bai Hu Lie's kick came in low.
A loud crack echoed as the spearman's right leg snapped beneath it, bending at an angle a leg should never bend.
