Though it was point-blank, the longspear stabbed into empty air.
Hmm?
Suspended in midair, his face hidden by a Fierce Ghost Mask, Zhou Huaijing's eyes betrayed his shock. His wrist flicked instinctively.
"Burst!"
Inner Qi surged into the longspear. The shaft whipped like a long lash, swinging the spearhead toward Zhu Ju's skull.
Inch Force Spear Whip!
A technique of this caliber, for channeling strength, could unleash the power to shatter mountains and crack stone within the space of an inch.
A simple flick was enough to shatter a helmet, smashing the skull within to a pulp.
With his Alien Internal Qi, Zhou Huaijing was absolutely confident!
PAK!
A hand like forged iron appeared beside the spear tip. With a gentle tap, a wave of Burst Force knocked the attacking blade away.
Zhu Ju stood firm. With a simple lift of his hand, he had nullified the attack.
Hmph!
