"You dare to clash with my spear using just your bare hands?"
"How laughably absurd, Wang Xiuye was defeated, what makes you think you have the courage?!"
"So overconfident!!"
Li Wuwang saw Zhou Heng coming at him with just a palm and immediately sneered. His spear in hand was like a dragon, unstoppable, and he had no intention of dodging Zhou Heng's attack.
What does it matter if your demeanor is awe-inspiring?
Before one's spirit can directly affect another's will, the crux of martial arts still lies in the hard clash of raw power!
As long as I crush you completely, what use is the profundity or skill within your palm strike?
It will all come to naught!
The spectators beneath the arena also held their breath, watching the scene unfold without blinking.
Especially Chu Qingchuan and Wang Xiuye.
One had crossed hands with Zhou Heng, and the other had faced off against Li Wuwang. They knew all too well how powerful and terrifying both men on stage were.
