Meng Chuan was curious, but he wasn't wielding a Divine Weapon, so he didn't overthink it. A black light flashed, and the Fist Blade was properly equipped.
This move caused a stir among the spectators.
"Seriously... How can a Fist Blade compete with a great spear?"
The Yang Family was also a famous Gun Technique Family in San Qin. The logic that "an inch longer is an inch stronger" was deeply ingrained in people's minds.
Meng Chuan using a sword or blade would have been better!
His cultivation was already somewhat weaker, and now he's using a Fist Blade that is easily countered by a great spear. Isn't it a sure defeat?
Some observers with insightful opinions furrowed their brows.
"Huo Zhan's spearhead is custom-made, with triangular spikes and a winding sharp body, specifically forged for sophisticated techniques like sweeps, slashes, grazes, and pounces, further restraining short weapons.
Master Meng might find it difficult to handle..."
"Hiss... What to do then?"
