One man's spear thrust parted the waves!
The other's saber slash boomed like thunder!
BANG!
BOOM!
Several loud explosions erupted beside the two men. True Strength clashed with Hua Jing, tearing through the air. An immense power collided over the vast West Lake, sending countless waterspouts bursting forth!
"Well done!" Shang Siguo, his eyes sparkling, let out a low shout. He faced Jiang Shu's thunderous saber. Twisting his body, he rotated the long spear with a single hand. Countless water droplets, enhanced by Hua Jing, became as hard as steel beads. With the force of the spear, they suddenly exploded! At this moment, it seemed he no longer held a mere spear—a cold weapon—but a machine gun, a firearm with unmatched firing speed and power!
"This is Autumn Wind," Jiang Shu spoke indifferently.
Facing such an attack, a typical Grandmaster would dodge, fearing they would be turned into a sieve. But Jiang Shu's expression remained unchanged.
