Seeing Lin Zirong's aura equal to his own, Lu Chenzhou believed he was ready for the challenge.
He thrust with his spear, fuelled by the fierce momentum of Baji Fist!
"Baji Spear·Ten Thousand Horses Charge!"
Lu Chenzhou, holding the Alloy Long Spear, slowly yet surely thrust forward.
This spear lifted upward before rolling fiercely like an earth dragon turning over.
In an instant, Lin Zirong's long spear spun out of the arena.
Lu Chenzhou, with one arm holding the spear, pointed at Lin Zirong's face and smiled, saying, "I yield to you."
Lin Zirong stood stunned, his face full of confusion.
"The same cultivation, the same energy level... why is this?"
Lu Chenzhou spoke frankly, "Brother Lin's spear skill still skims the surface, lacking true spirit."
"But...I also unleashed my spirit."
"Has your spirit merged with your spear formation? If they walk their separate paths, they are but two parallel lines that will never meet and thus cannot form a great river."
