His long halberd danced wildly as he held nothing back, unleashing his full power.
Halberd afterimages piled up like mountains, and waves of Qi Force crashed down like the sea, completely submerging Xu Wuyi.
But Xu Wuyi remained unhurried.
Pushing his Quicksand Step to its limit, he weaved through the afterimages, each movement perfectly timed to evade a fatal blow.
His spear would occasionally parry, but he never met the attacks head-on, merely deflecting and redirecting the force.
He was certain that if he'd gone all out from the start, he could have killed Zhao Yuanwu in an instant, especially while his opponent was unprepared.
However, Xu Wuyi didn't do so. 'Killing a Quasi-Grandmaster Level opponent is nothing special. It's more valuable to use this opportunity to learn about the unique aspects of Great Liang's Martial Arts.'
Besides, he was also waiting—waiting for the charging to complete.
The countdown ticked away in his mind: ten, nine, eight…
