With a single glance, Li Wen could tell that Chu Feng's spear power... had likely long since surpassed the mid-stage of the Power Realm and entered the late stage.
The countdown ended.
The battle on Arena Seven erupted in an instant. Chu Feng moved!
He didn't even assume a defensive stance. He simply flicked his right wrist.
HUMMM!
The dark silver spear seemed to come alive, letting out a low dragon's roar.
His entire presence suddenly soared, a sky-piercing sharpness erupting from his steady demeanor.
In the next instant, he vanished from his spot.
SWOOSH—!
Like a blurry silver bolt of lightning, he shot into the crowd.
There were no earth-shattering roars, no dazzling displays of energy. There was only the simplest, most efficient spear technique, imbued with a boundless killing intent.
Thrust! Jab! Sweep! Smash!
His movements were minimal, his speed too fast for the eye to follow. As his wrist flicked and turned, afterimages of the spear filled the air.
