"The spear intent is so sharp, even from such a distance, it feels like a knife cutting through my face!" The spectators gasped, breath held at the breathtaking intensity of Sam's spear attack.
Yet despite Sam's impressive and relentless strikes, many eyes remained fixated on Ethan. "Although Sam's technique is dazzling, he is practically winded—Ethan dominates the battle."
With steely resolve, Sam declared, "Ethan, you'll fall to my trump card! Prepare to be proud that you fell to my trump card!"
With a roar, he thrust his spear forward, the weapon seeming to become a dragon descending from the heavens. Its fiery spiritual power blossomed into the shape of a golden dragon, maw agape and poised to devour Ethan.
Spears of golden intent rained like relentless arrows, crashing into the earth and gouging deep craters. But Ethan was untouchable, shielded by the essence and blood power flowing loosely but fiercely just an inch above his skin.
