"Break!"
Otniel Harsh thrust out with his spear!
Bang!
In the air, the white dragon phantom exploded!
Directly scattering raindrops around!
In an instant!
A spear suddenly appeared as if dozens, hundreds of spears!
Thrusting out simultaneously!
"Ah!" Andrew roared, charging with all his might!
Every strike of his crashed onto Otniel Harsh's spear, sparks flying incessantly!
The point of impact turned red from the heat!
Raindrops falling on it instantly became steam!
Andrew, as if unafraid of death, struck out eighty-one times in succession!
In merely five seconds!
Eighty-one strikes!
Clang!
He knelt on one knee, his spear embedded in the mud beneath his feet.
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Andrew's hands slid down continuously.
He could no longer hold his spear.
Whump!
Otniel Harsh spat out a mouthful of blood, his face unnaturally pale.
