Swoosh! Swoosh!
Then, Marshall Morgan thrust his spear twice in quick succession.
The two thrusts were as fast as lightning, like two meteors streaking across the sky, accompanied by blazing flames lighting up the horizon.
Boom! Boom!
The two meteors suddenly exploded, unleashing a terrifying burst of power.
From the point of impact between the three, waves of sword qi, sword aura, and fiery spear aura swept outward recklessly.
Several silver robe elders set up layers of defenses to protect the tables, chairs, and other disciples of the Four Academies behind them.
Swish! Swish!
At this moment, a battle saber and a battle sword flew off into the distance, followed by two screams as two figures were flung back, blood splattering across the sky.
It was Wystan Acies and the saber-wielding youth.
As the light faded, Marshall Morgan stood in the center of the arena, holding his long spear, utterly unmoved.
He won, Marshall Morgan won.
