He could feel it with absolute clarity: if he insisted on finishing his charge and unleashing the killing blow he'd prepared, the spear would mercilessly pierce his forehead long before he could.
'There's no time!'
In a flash, Zhou Run abandoned any thought of a counterattack. He forcibly aborted his own killing blow, pouring all his strength into the longsword in his hands and hastily raising it across his chest to block the earth-shattering strike.
"CLANG—!!!"
The shriek of metal on metal, so piercing it threatened to shatter everyone's eardrums, rang out with a deafening blast.
The tip of the spear struck the blade of Zhou Run's horizontal sword with pinpoint accuracy.
In that instant, a visible white vapor cone erupted from the point of impact, expanding outward in a booming shockwave.
The terrifying shockwave transformed into a raging hurricane that swept across the entire battle platform.
