A wall of spear-shadows, so dense not even water could pass through!
He hadn't yet learned the three great killing moves of the Thousand Army Spear. He was simply weaving together the four most basic defensive techniques—parry, block, brace, and sweep—with blinding speed.
DING! DING! CLANG! CLANG!
A furious staccato of clashing metal, as dense and rapid as a hailstorm, erupted in front of him.
The cleavers and broadaxes of five green-skinned creatures came hacking down wildly from all sides, yet not a single one could breach the seemingly flimsy defensive line formed by the spear's afterimages.
He deflected every single attack, one by one, with an incredible and masterful technique.
"Incredible spearmanship!"
A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of Shi Potian, who had been circling the periphery, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He seized the priceless opportunity Qin Feng had created. His figure was a flash of lightning as he closed the distance.
