The man's eyes burned with martial intent. Something like only those who followed a strict path to weapon mastery could achieve. Sword cultivators were all like that. Once they honed their Sword Intent to the limit, anyone would feel the sharpness of it even through their gaze.
And the generated enemy for him was also like that. His martial intent was focused on the spear.
Without warning, the spearman lunged at him, his crimson-tipped weapon thrusting like a released viper.
Lin Mo reacted instinctively, the [Starlit Dragon Spear] snapping up to parry.
The clash instantly sent a shockwave through the simulation as Lin Mo could feel him losing out in terms of strength.
The spearman before him was truly an expert. His speed and technique were naturally more advanced than Lin Mo's as he weaved a net of crimson arcs to entrap him.
Lin Mo gritted his teeth as he drew on the Foundational Martial Technique, his stances fluid but clearly unrefined.
