Using the Einherjar Lance as a vehicle, Wang Tong commanded an immeasurable amount of natural power. No one, other than the Einherjar, could have done that.
Wang Tong launched himself into the air while holding the golden lance to greet his attacker.
"KOM!"
The collision caused a powerful shockwave to sweep across the stage and annihilate all layers of energy shields.
Silence eerily crept into the jam-packed arena. The stage was gone while the two fighters still stood their ground and stared into each other's souls. The difference in power was palpable as Patroclus's power dominated the last exchange of blows. Patroclus stood with his back straight while carrying the lance in one hand with a measure of confidence. On the other side, Wang Tong slouched his shoulder and half leaned on the Einherjar Lance. The damage had overloaded his defense and severely wounded him.
Everyone's heart was caught in their throats as they wondered what would happen next.
