Within a gambling den in the City of Death, a fierce battle was unfolding.
The fighters, one a middle-aged man with triangular eyes wielding twin short staffs, and the other, a young man in blue utilizing a spear.
"Twin staffs split the heavens!"
At a certain moment, the middle-aged man with triangular eyes raised both hands high. The two pieces of short staffs descended heavily, like two bolts of yellow lightning from the sky, twisting towards the young man in blue.
A light smile formed on the corner of the young man's lips. He maintained the pose of thrusting with his spear, but his right elbow moved ever so slightly.
Something strange occurred.
The strikes from the middle-aged man's staffs, uncontrollably, spun towards the tip of the spear. With two clashing noises, the middle-aged man screamed as the staffs flew out of his hands.
"Truly impressive, Tang Jingtian of Tang Family Fortress, I, the Double Stick Lord, concede defeat."
