Caught within the strange spear formation, Ge Chuncheng was also filled with awe and astonishment, a baffling thought already flooding his mind.
"This man's spearmanship is truly bizarre!"
As a ninth-level cultivator, Ge Chuncheng had immersed himself in the Overlord Spear technique countless times, possessing profound mastery. Although he felt a flicker of fear, his will remained strong and unaffected.
Seeing that Ge Chuncheng only paused briefly and wasn't significantly affected, Ming Qi knew that this move hadn't profoundly affected him. Immediately, his spear suddenly shifted mid-stride.
Wolf Fist Fourth Punch: A Lonely Grave! Transformed into the artistic conception of the spear!
After fate lies the grave, a proud fate, a destination destined for the grave—this is the very embodiment of the Wolf God's will.
With this shift in mind, the spear's tip shifted as well. The aura of fear dissipated, replaced by a boundless loneliness, a loneliness so severe that it felt as if it were cut off from the heavens and earth.
Ming Qi's intention for using two moves ahead of time was obvious: to influence his opponent's mindset. After all, with the power of the Ninth Level of the Acquired Realm, he needed to be cautious. A single careless move could lead to him suffering the same fate as Tie Mohan.
Sure enough, after this move, Ge Chuncheng's strange spear formation wobbled again, its speed seemingly slowing considerably.
"Right now!"
Ming Qi's movements were lightning-fast, unleashing the Nine Steps of the Taixu Technique. He suddenly retracted the bloody spear in his hand.
The first punch of the Wolf Fist, its bloodthirsty greed, merged into the spear's body!
Aw!
A pale wolf's head, visibly ferocious, emerged from the spear's shaft. Its fangs were bared, its eyes bloodthirsty.
Puff!
Without hesitation, Ming Qi thrust the bloody spear directly into the center of the strange spear formation.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the countless spear shadows vanished in an instant, and silence fell all around.
"That shot, did Ge Chuncheng block it?"
After a few seconds of silence, someone whispered.
Ming Qi's spear pointed directly at Ge Chuncheng's forehead, just an inch away. In that gap, Ge Chuncheng's silver spear lay suspended, Ming Qi's spear tip poised against the shaft.
Dangdang!
Ge Chuncheng took two steps back, his expression gloomy.
He had studied spears for years, but had never seen such bizarre spearmanship.
"You can't beat me!"
Ge Chuncheng suddenly smiled, his silver spear abruptly deflecting Ming Qi's spear tip. He stepped back a few steps, creating distance.
"Oh?"
Ming Qi smiled as well, his lips curling upward. The fact that Ge Chuncheng had blocked his shot only proved that he had some skill, but it was too early to judge the outcome based on that.
"Overlord's spearmanship is nothing more than that."
Ming Qi raised his bloody spear horizontally once again, maintaining a perfect posture.
"In spearmanship, I know more than you!"
Ming Qi uttered another sentence that calmed Ge Chuncheng's anger.
When it came to spearmanship, Ge Chuncheng was second only to Ming Qi among the Outer Sect, and no one dared to claim first place. But this unknown individual's boastful remarks were enough to make him furious.
Ge Chuncheng saw that this man, relying on his uncanny spearmanship, was becoming incredibly arrogant.
"Arrogant!"
A milky white aura shield appeared around Ge Chuncheng.
At the eighth level of the Postnatal Stage, one could mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to form a protective shield around the body. Ge Chuncheng, at the ninth level of the Postnatal Stage, was naturally capable of using this ability, but he hadn't anticipated Ming Qi's formidable capabilities in their first encounter, so he didn't use it.
"Aura Shield!"
Ouna and the others behind him stared at the two fighting with concern.
The defensive power of the eighth-level Acquired Realm spiritual shield was immense, impenetrable to ordinary attacks. It seemed Ge Chuncheng was determined to end the battle quickly.
Ge Chuncheng activated the spiritual shield, sneered, and swept his silver spear with a powerful momentum.
"Overlord Spear Technique, sweeping across the enemy!"
A fan-shaped air stream erupted with the sweep of the silver spear, and Ge Chuncheng quickly charged towards Ming Qi.
Ming Qi remained motionless, his spear held horizontally, his eyes fixed intently on the swiftly approaching Ge Chuncheng.
"It's time!"
Ming Qi suddenly moved, his body like a swimming fish, his Nine Steps of the Great Void technique swift and unstoppable. The opponent's sweeping fan-shaped air stream barely ripped the corner of his robe.
"Overlord Spear Technique, bloody battle in all directions!"
The two were now very close, and Ge Chuncheng, relying on the protection of the spiritual shield, was completely unstoppable.
Suddenly, Ming Qi thrust his bloody spear upward, veins bulging on his hand, his eyes flashing with a strange gleam.
"Wolf Fist Fifth Punch, Wolf Fist Secret: The Wrath of the Wolf God Tan Yue!"
This final punch condensed the essence of the Wolf Fist Secret. At this moment, it seemed as if the Wolf God was truly descending.
The people around him dazzled as they realized that what Ming Qi was clutching was no longer a spear, but a massive, blood-red Wolf God. Its bloodthirsty and terrifying maw gaped, baring its razor-red fangs.
Aww—
A deafening wolf howl echoed from the clearing, between heaven and earth.
The fury of the Wolf God, Tan Yue, descended at this moment.
Boundless wolf energy filled the air, as if the entire clearing in front of Xuanwuyuan had transformed into a desolate landscape. Within this desolate land, devoid of life and human presence, only the will of the Wolf God remained.
"Is this still spearmanship?" Meng Junyi, retreating far behind, looked on in a fluctuating expression, alternately bewildered and shocked.
"We must win!"
Ouna clenched her fists, watching nervously.
Yue Qinglong also gaped in surprise, his mouth unsettled, unaware that his nervousness had already crushed half of Luo Zheng's face.
At this moment, everyone's heart was in their throat.
At this moment, Ge Chuncheng was single-mindedly resisting Ming Qi's soul-destroying spear.
However, to his surprise, the scarlet spear, the moment it reached him, suddenly transformed into a ferocious wolf's head!
The wolf's mouth opened, biting down greedily.
The sword formation was instantly shattered, followed by the aura shield on his body. He placed his final hope entirely on its defense.
But the next moment, the ferocious wolf head pierced through the aura shield unhindered and bit into his shoulder.
Puff!
Blood splattered, and Ge Chuncheng's face paled. His right arm instantly lost all feeling.
The silver spear dinged and fell to the ground.
Tear!
Another sound of flesh tearing. Ge Chuncheng watched in disbelief as his right arm detached from his body and was flung far away by the wolf head with a gentle flick.
"Ah!"
Only then did Ge Chuncheng wake up to the pain of the tearing. His right arm was completely severed!
The piercing, almost dizzying pain jolted him awake!
A closer look revealed no wolf head. Instead, he saw Ming Qi's proud, upright figure, and the blood-soaked spear he held high in his hand!
"You, you, you!" Ge Chuncheng was shocked and angry, but even more humiliated!
Ming Qi looked at him with a half-smile, turned the tip of his spear around, and pulled a white handkerchief from his sleeve. He wiped the blood off the spear and then put it back into his ring.
The handkerchief fell, covering Ge Chuncheng's severed arm.
"Go back and call Zhao Fenghua out," Ming Qi said calmly.
"Bang!"
The crowd erupted in exclamations. Only then did they see that Ge Chuncheng had been defeated, defeated by a fellow spearman, and his right arm had been severed!
The "Little Spear Master" Ge Chuncheng, it seemed, would never again be his weapon.
The Biyou Sect would never again have the title of "Little Spear Master."
Ming Qi crippled Ge Chuncheng with a single blow, but he didn't kill him. He didn't want to cause trouble for the Tianqi Academy. Otherwise, given his character, Luo Zheng and Ge Chuncheng wouldn't have survived.
But Ming Qi also knew that sparing their lives might only make them even more miserable.
"What kind of spear technique are you using?"
Ge Chuncheng paused for a moment, then suddenly asked.
Ming Qi was already walking back. Hearing Ge Chuncheng's words, he didn't turn back, but simply said, "Whatever you saw last, that's what it is."
Ge Chuncheng was stunned, completely oblivious to the pain of his broken arm, and lay there expressionless.
"Why, why, why!"
After a moment's silence, Ge Chuncheng suddenly leaped to his feet, then, without a backward glance, pushed through the crowd and walked away.
To Ming Qi's surprise, the man didn't return to Xuanwu Court, but headed straight for the main gate of the Biyou Sect.
"Junior Brother Ming, you..."
Meng Junyi looked at Ming Qi with a bewildered expression, as if he wanted to ask something.
"Brother Meng, I've crippled both of them. Zhao Fenghua will surely lose his temper and come out."
As expected, upon hearing Zhao Fenghua, Meng Junyi fell silent. Although they were coming to challenge him now, to restore the prestige of Tianqi Academy, Zhao Fenghua hadn't appeared yet. He was at the peak of the Ninth Stage of the Acquired Realm.
"Zhao Fenghua has such a terrifying move, Brother Ming, should we..."
"Hmm? What's his move?"
Hearing Meng Junyi's seemingly self-contemplative words, Ming Qi couldn't help but ask curiously.
Just then, a resounding voice echoed from behind: "Tianqi Academy's Senior Brother Meng Junyi is here. How can he leave without seeing Zhao Fenghua?"
Zhao Fenghua has arrived!
Not bothering to ask any more questions, Ming Qi turned around and saw a young man with an imposing demeanor and sharp eyes standing at the gate of Xuanwu Academy, surrounded by a group of no fewer than twenty or thirty Xuanwu Academy disciples.
Zhao Fenghua was the senior brother of Xuanwu Academy. His appearance at this moment represented the emergence of Xuanwu Academy's strongest force.
"Zhao Fenghua!"
Meng Junyi's eyes welled up upon seeing Zhao Fenghua again.
"Meng Junyi, I didn't expect you've grown so much braver after half a month apart. Even I have to admire you!"
Zhao Fenghua spoke as he stepped forward, and the onlookers all made way for him.
As he spoke, Zhao Fenghua glanced over and saw Luo Zheng, who was under Yue Qinglong's feet. He couldn't help but frown.
"Stepping on someone's face is not good!"
Zhao Fenghua spoke with the air of a gentleman, but he moved as quickly as he spoke. With a light glide, he was already beside Yue Qinglong, reaching out and grabbing his waist.