"Bang."
"Bang."
The spear and blade Qi tore through the stone slabs, scattering fist-sized stone chips in all directions.
After Yang Ge landed, he forcefully leaped again, soaring three meters into the air.
Seeing his chance, Xiang Wudi swung his red-tasseled spear upward, rising into the air with a spear glow as bright as a crescent moon.
Yang Ge gripped his sword with both hands and chopped down with all his might, his blade Qi growing with the wind, striking like a ten-meter-long sword through the air.
"Bang."
The glow of Xiang Wudi's spear was shattered. He flew backward several meters, crashing heavily into the river, while the residual blade Qi ferociously split the riverbank, opening a triangular gap five to six feet wide.
The spectators exclaimed loudly, eager to rush to the riverbank to check on Xiang Wudi's condition.
