'Fuck! How is this kid so fast…'
At the critical moment, Qingshan's Inner Qi erupted. His muscles bulged, threatening to rip his white suit apart. He swept his Bright Silver Spear horizontally, barely managing to block the sword strike.
BOOM...
Slayer came crashing down. Qingshan's Bright Silver Spear bent at a sharp angle under the immense force. He was sent flying back several dozen feet, only stopping himself by stabbing his spear into the ground.
Before Yu Fei could press his attack, a bone-chilling cold washed over him, accompanied by stinging pains all over his body.
He instantly swapped places with his decoy. The spot where he'd just been standing was immediately flooded with bullets. Yun Jing was monitoring the battle the entire time, directing the Martial Artists with superpowered firearms to interrupt Yu Fei's assault.
