STOMP!
He took a large step forward. The black tassel on his spearhead spun in reverse, stirring up a gale, like a thousand rivers flowing into a dark undercurrent.
SHH—
A straight black line, carried by the wind, slashed across the watching students' line of sight. Their pupils constricted for a fleeting moment. A thousand thoughts seemed to lift with the hair on their foreheads as their hearts skipped a beat.
'His spear strike is that fast?!'
BANG!
A tremendous clang, like a hammer striking a bronze bell, shattered their dazed thoughts. Widening their eyes, they turned to see Jiang Qiu standing as still as a mountain. His right wrist had already flicked upward, the spearhead perfectly batting aside Liu Yong's thrust. The black tassel was like a mighty river forced to change course by a flash flood!
'He reacted in time?!'
'And he deflected Liu Yong's swift, straight thrust with such an effortless flick!'
